Abbeycowen: Thanks For Taking These Mom

Prodigal Son | 1x12 - “Internal Affairs”

Weeds  |  1x05 - “Lude Awakening”

REALITY by drunkblushed

hi pals! here’s the first theme i coded with roleplay mains specifically in mind, heavily inspired by this graphic. be reminded that this theme has 250px posts, so i won’t recommend it for text-heavy roleplays. please enjoy!

♡ — SPECIFICATIONS

280 x190 png (left side image)

180 x 200 (right side image)

50 x 50 notification icon

♡ — CONDITIONS

do not combine with other themes.      

do not take copy or take parts of this theme.

do not alter / remove the credits and do not redistribute as your own.

please like / reblog if you use this theme!

♡ —CREDITS

mamamoo pngs used in preview by beapanda

honey bee icon font by suiomi

material icons by google

music player by glenthemes - how to use! 

fonts used are creo and montserrat

PREVIEW ♡ PASTEBIN

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what sign(s) yall stuck in the house with

Oh, girls, girls, you’re both pretty. Can I go home now?

*accidentally stares at crush for 20 mins*

those westerns finally make sense now. it’s like honey i’m going into town. i’ll pick up sugar, flour, beans, salt pork, bullets, and kerosene. do you want a bolt of calico? some maple syrup? i’m taking the wagon i’ll be back in three days

Unknown model for Grazia Italy, 19 May 1996

“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)