Zoey Deutch Reacting To An Interviewer Gifting Her A Bag Of Chips

there’s just something better about sitting on the kitchen counter I can’t explain it

*takes fashion advice from old 70s photos*

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LOCKE & KEY | 1x01 “Welcome to Matheson”

Are you okay? I mean, I know none of us are okay, but … you seem really far away.

“We were meant to be gods We were meant to own the sky shake the Earth with our breath carry oceans in our tears conquer kingdoms with a single shot We were meant to soar above even the brightest stars But they plucked the ambrosia from my lips and they sucked the divinity from your name and they cast us out like original sin out of Eden and they left us here bare-handed in socked feet with wounded hearts and mortal sins and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to our hair So I sank down to hell made playmates with the fallen devils learned how to stay warm by the heat of hellfire So you leapt into the sky made warmates with the fallen stars learned how to fly by the trail of a dying comet So you resurrected me with your poisoned lips and I breathed your name back to life and we built ourselves up from the depth of this cursed land brick by brick bone by bone breath by breath sin by ghostly sin And one day, my love, we will reach up into the heavens and bring down their castle in the clouds and leave them as they left us: bare-handed in socked feet with wounded hearts and immortal sins and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to their hair One day, my love, we will be what d e s t r o y e d the gods.”

— hell is just a meeting room for the forgotten and the abandoned ( j.p. )  (via pencap)