❝wanna see my dick?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

I, Elena Thompson, now know, That I left a part of my heart in Niall's hands, And forgot to take it back. But the rumours messed it up. At least that's what I told myself.

❝I actually helped the school player, wait, scratch that, ex school player. ❞ cover made by the perfect @lukehemmin

"I tried to recall the last thing that happened to me. But all I remembered was cold, blue water and pain." [ harry styles au // cover by @blindsighted ]

"There are so many times when I just sit here thinking about you, And then my head begins to hurt, Because I think too much, Because I feel too much, So I just switch it off, I've trained myself to not think at all, I just sit here and feel nothing. But that hurts even more." [harry styles au]

"TO BE A MURDERER CAN BE QUITE SIMPLE WHEN NO ONE SUSPECTS THE PERSON THAT HAS AMNESIA." mystery/thriller | horror | twisted romance description inside... *Current cover by @aciddaisies_

Under the false promise of freedom, the five political prisoners that were deemed enemies of Soviet Russia surrendered themselves to the unknown knowing little of what the researchers were hoping to achieve. The subjects were administered a gas that was still in its testing process. The gas was believed to be the the major advantage the Russian military was looking for to help aid them in World War II. The gas would keep their soldiers awake on the battlefield for prolonged periods of time. But upon the completion of the experiment, the subjects had become unrecognizable - the scientists had become so engrossed in their advancements that the prisoners’ humanity was forgotten, as too was the promise of freedom that was within their sights. All evidence of the test was burned to nothing. The videos. The files. The bodies. Even the lab itself. It was all wiped off of the face of the Earth. The events that had unfolded during this period were secretive and unknown by many however; those that knew, knew it by one name. A name that was spoken once and spoken of never again. The Russian Sleep Experiment.

❝i finally realized that there are so many things to hold on for; my guitar, cigarettes and coffee in the morning, rock bands, listening to rock bands in bed, the smell of coconut, the taste of strawberries. but most importantly, you.❞

(n.) Thantophobia ≫ a phobia of losing someone you love.