Bury me in this.
Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.
I have to giraffe’sk you a question, can I burrow your washSlothe? I’ll take good care of it I’ll put it beside my dogs shampoodle, granted they’ll be Polar opposite, but it might be dirty cause I have to aranga-take my dog for a walks and I dont have the time to be kitten around with it right meow.
|—||Charles Vane, Black Sails - “VIII” (via fireofspring)|
when u get a cute button up shirt and u think it’s going to fit and it does but. but then. u see it. The Thing
reblog if your icon is the thing you transform into under the full moon
I become a cross, so keep worshipping that idol, it only gives me power.
I become…. me.
I become jensen ackles… shhh
“—In a hurry, are you, dahlin’?”
Alcohol had a nasty habit of making bitterness apparent and voicing words that would, normally, have been kept silent, for good manners.
“I’m sorry, am I allowed to remind you this whole…situation…is more than partially yer fault? If we’d…
on the devil’s dance floor -a mix for those troubled souls ready to sail the seven seas, or to whoever just wants to dance with a bottle in their hand
i. blood on my name (the brothers bright) ii. black sails theme song iii. devil’s dance floor (flogging molly) iv. not a crime (gogol bordello) v. i’m shipping up to boston (dropkick murphys) vi. drunken sailor (the irish rovers) vii. down with the ship (the rumjacks) viii. if i had a heart (fever ray) ix. the baddest man alive (the black keys) x. the parting glass (the pogues) [xxx]
I AM NOT GOING TO LAST THIS SHOWS HIATUS HELP—