ofhonesty-blog1

[ofhonesty-blog1]

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

John Green, Paper Towns  (via thelovejournals)

[ofhonesty-blog1]

damn boy are you the terms and conditions because i don’t give a fuck what you have to say.

[ofhonesty-blog1]

in my defense, i was left unattended

[ofhonesty-blog1]

I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via catholicraised)

[ofhonesty-blog1]

You will find your place in this lost world and you will give meaning to the stars .

Kriti.G (via slytherinwritess)

[ofhonesty-blog1]

Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.

[ofhonesty-blog1]

[ kay so i’m gonna be finishing setting up my d.ick gra.yson blog today and getting him started before i hope on over here. and once i’m here i’m changing my theme. i miss my contained aesthetic. but then drafts. 

also, if anyone wants my nightw.ing blog url, shoot me an im. ]

[ofhonesty-blog1]

[ kay so i’m gonna be finishing setting up my d.ick gra.yson blog today and getting him started before i hope on over here. and once i’m here i’m changing my theme. i miss my contained aesthetic. but then drafts. 

also, if anyone wants my nightw.ing blog url, shoot me an im. ]

[ofhonesty-blog1]

[ofhonesty-blog1]

[ofhonesty-blog1]

[ !! ]

[ofhonesty-blog1]

[ofhonesty-blog1]

Taron Egerton for Mr Porter, 2015

[ofhonesty-blog1]

Repost (don’t reblog) with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag other people to do the same!

Tagged by: @unexalted

Name: Evan M. Russel Age: 21 Species: Human Orientation: bisexual/romantic Profession: student. general annoyance. 

(Physical aspects) Body type: athletic Eyes: pale green Skin: fair Height: 5′8″/172cm Weight: 160lbs/72.5kg (Family) Siblings: older brother he hates. younger sister lindsey Parents: richard and annabeth Any pets? nope

(Skills) Physical prowess: 7/10 Speed: 6/10 Magic: verse dependent yikes

(Likes) Colours: Red, dark blues Smells: pine and woodsmoke Food: anything filling and comforting and yummy Fruits: grapes, strawberries  Drinks: Coffee,sprite Alcoholic beverages: Yes / No Tagging: @notyetbrokcn, @ithilys and anyone else who wants to

[ofhonesty-blog1]

*reaches out slowly and claims another percent* uhm uhm uhm older them stuff? or one of them sick. basically domestic things. i’m feeling it. 

WHAT’D MY POOR DOOR EVER DO TO YOU, YOU MONSTER?!

yes but what would u like my dear evan already owns like 80% of my blog

[ofhonesty-blog1]

ofemotion replied to your post:The Care and Feeding of Evan Russel, Part 1: ...

♥ ♥ ♥

♥♥♥♥♥

[ofhonesty-blog1]

The Care and Feeding of Evan Russel, Part 1:

Embrace his honesty, there are not many who will tell you so blatantly what they’re thinking. If he hurts your feelings, forgive him, then tell him why. He is a young soul full of fire. He means well but has much to learn.

There are times when his anger covers sadness. Pull him into you, soft arms and soft words, and let him shake it lose into the bones of your shoulders. The world is huge and does not understand him; be his safe place, you are one of the few that can be such.

There are times when his anger is purely anger, striking like lightning, breaking windows and the skin on his knuckles. Let him vent it, but don’t be afraid to wade in and drag him out of the firestorm he is creating. There is no safety mechanism in his heart for how far he will go, so be his rescue when he needs it. It may come with blood on your lips but he will kiss it better and you will never lack for loyalty or love in return for these sacrifices.

Do not trade your kindness like a favor. He is already jaded by the commercial oligarchy of the world and you are living proof that humanity can be better, so be better. It has never been a hardship to offer affection freely, do not make it one now; fingertips to his temples, in his hair, lips to his skin as reminders that he is a heart beating under flesh and he is allowed to come home and rest in the valleys of your bed.

You have never been a fighter but your damaged heart beats with its own ferocity; you offer love like flowers to anyone who needs it but on the inside your love is like a untiring storm and he will flourish under the overflow of water and noise and desperation there.

Trust him when others do not. No matter how wild his ideas or stretched his reasoning, he means only the best, to seek knowledge, to seek change, to better the world. Be ready to catch him when he stumbles, but trust him, and make sure he knows that you do.

That said, do not let him sleep with the defensive line while drunk, because he will try but not remember in the morning.

i love you, tetsuya brennan, he wants to say. that’s the only appropriate response here. but he can’t quite get those words out. instead, he kisses him, soft and slow. i love you, he says with his kiss and hopes it comes across anyway.