make this chaos count;

czernynoaah:

_{All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or kept from, players or played. Secrets  and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.} 

strmsplt:

moodboard: ronan lynch

Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

wespers:

ronan lynch | for @thedreamtwats.

insrgence:

Who could have had anyone, and chose Adam for his hungry eyes

aidamparrish:

I know when I’m awake and when I’m asleep,“ Ronan Lynch said.
Adam Parrish, curled over himself in a pair of battered, greasy coveralls, asked, “Do you?”

ronan lynch + pink for parrishlvnch