We Were Promised Jetpacks - Quiet Little Voices
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eliza-bitch:

Quiet little voices creep into my head,
I’m young again

Quiet little voices creep inside my bedroom wall,
I’m old for you

Little words of wisdom creep into my ears,
I’ll die for you

In any which direction, call me
I will run for you
I’ll come for you

There is no beauty without some strangeness.
Edgar Allan Poe (via allgothsgo2helheim)

22/50 pictures of Amber Heard. (☆)

22/50 pictures of Amber Heard. ()

quaestionem:

Liam offered a small smile in response to Carrie’s laugh, but it was a reflex more than a genuine action. He tilted his head slightly as the girl approached him, stopping relatively close to him. He could feel Caesar straining on his leash a bit, but the large animal remained planted on the ground in a sit. Liam reached over and pet the top of the dog’s head as he listened to the girl’s words, analyzing them without really trying to. Seemed Carrie was trying to prove something, and whether he noticed himself doing it or not, the man’s mind was having none of it. She was the persuasive sort, but Liam was no pushover.

“No, I can’t say I do believe in ghosts. Most evidence is dubious at best, and I suppose I just require more than that. The human imagination is not something that can’t be taken lightly. After all, we have made many a creature into something it’s not,” he replied with a shrug. “Though…I would like to hear what you think makes up a ghost. Everyone has such differing ideas on it…you’d think if it actually existed that after so many years of interest there would be more consistency than there is.” The last bit Liam said with a heavier note, more certain and confident. Ghosts…nothing but ridiculousness and imagination. The idea was romantic if not disturbing, so he could understand how people could be drawn into it, as Carrie seemed to have been, but he just could not see it. Perhaps, it was a failing of perception on his part, but of course, there really was no way to honestly test one’s own perception.

Liam nodded, but there was no real enthusiasm to it. “People are jumpy. They hear things they can’t explain and jump to conclusions. It’s the history of this place, I think. Gets people all excited, looking for trouble essentially.” He paused and looked down the hall. Imposing maybe, but haunted…well, maybe it was something. He returned his gaze to Carrie, still a bit bothered by her confidence. “I suppose I can’t blame them though. It makes life seem more interesting I guess.”

As the large dog strained a little on its leash, Carrie’s crystalline eyes flickered down for a moment to watch it with a small smile. Smart dog. Even so, she didn’t step back, still standing relatively close to the teacher. It wasn’t exactly as though she had anything to fear, after all. Though it did seem that animals were more wary of her than people were - she could make just about anyone feel unsure, but even the birds the used to loiter around the school’s grounds stayed away for the most part these days. The animals could see that the place was haunted… the people, however, took a little more convincing, as Liam was currently proving. 

A smile curved her scarlet lips and she stared at him for a moment, as though analyzing him. “The supernatural isn’t something to be taken lightly either, Professor.” She chuckled. “You know, then, the reason this place was derelict for so long. You’ll know all about the massacre, I’m sure - most people do after all.” When she mentioned the old massacre, she was rather blase - she had taken enough time to get used to the now empty institution, after all. The massacre was old news to her. The whole event was as familiar to her as the old corridors themselves, though to be quite honest she could not remember everything. Parts she could remember as though they were yesterday, others were blurred. She leaned forward to him a little, whispering as though she were about to confess to him some great secret. “They say that you could still smell the blood for weeks afterwards. They also say that the killers were trapped here. A sort of punishment, I guess. Isn’t that funny?” 

She giggled at his growing confidence. “Oh, but life is interesting. Sometimes you don’t even have to make things up. Sometimes interesting things just have a way of… finding you.” She grinned, giving a slight tilt of her head.

agalaxydream:

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alwaysmarilynmonroe:

Marilyn Monroe in The Prince and The Showgirl (1957)