She narrowed her eyes and Bonnie spat out in question, “What kind of sick game are you playing at?”
“Sweet vanilla, caramel and soft, eyes like emeralds. You’re easy prey to any vampire, Ms. Bennett,” Kol whispered, softly.
“You sick, twisted psychopath,” Bonnie whispered from bewilderment and disgust.
“The game, Ms. Bennett, is easy enough to play. Predator and prey. Hunter and hunted. There are no rules. Everything within sight is fair game. You try to kill me and I try to kill you. One will be the hunter and one will be the prey,” Kol spoke, teasing, taunting Bonnie with open game.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7809849/1/The_Rabbit_Hole (the actual link)
I remember when we last met
When I told you that I loved you
When I promised you I’d be back soon- Tipe X, From Distance
(Source: itsagentpeggycarter)
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Because I’m so used to living underneath the surfaceIf I could just see you
Everything would be all right
If I’d see you
This darkness would turn to light- Lifehouse, Storm
Why is it always midnight when I start this Kennett shit? IDEK.
(Source: broliviamoore)
(via dashingqueen)
Puffy patterns of mammatus clouds
Out of all the cloud types, only one kind derives from the Latin term for “udder”: Mammatus clouds. And when you see them, this meteorological name makes a whole lot of sense. They billow downwards in a pattern of distinctive lumpiness that peg them as fascinating subjects to photograph. Keep tuned in to weather reports for thunderstorms, because these puffy clouds usually indicate intense storms to come and you might find a rare opportunity to capture them.Photos from Stormlover87, Jon Wisniewski, finepixtrix, Rodtas, and Alexander Photography.
(Source: kmvni, via warmbodiesau)
