FIGHT BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DIE QUIETLY

[soracities]

“(…) and all the people there were intensely real, wildly alive and totally meaningful, and I alone was a dream, a figment which had never really touched anything.”

— John Knowles, A Separate Peace (via weltenwellen)

[etherealfaeri]

when lorde said ”this dream isn’t feeling sweet, we’re reeling through the midnight streets, and i’ve never felt more alone, it feels so scary getting old” i felt that

[insp0s]

“hold my hand and tell me that you don’t see the dried blood between my fingernails. look into my eyes and tell me that you see life in them; thrumming and thriving and throbbing. kiss me and don’t tell me that i taste like poison and something worse. love me and tell me that i’m good for you.”

— lie a little better (take a break, atlas #12)

[margotnews]

Margot Robbie in Pan Am (2011-2012)

[kazualbrekker-deactivated202011]

― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

[herdreadsrock-deactivated202401]

Bold.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was so quiet, so quiet, and her quietness hurt far more than if she had been angry.”

— May Sinclair, from “Life and Death of Harriett Frean,” published c. 1922

[fashion-runways]

ROBERT ABI NADER Couture Spring/Summer 2015

[lady-feral]

Holy shit.

[timbllr]

Flooding Thoughts by Tasha Marie Via Flickr

[musingmatata]

“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

[weltenwellen]

“I am scared of many things But the thing I dread most The thing that wakes me up, cracks my walls, splits my floor Is the terror, the night chilling terror Of forgetting who I was.”

— Fashokun Adeoti, from “Memory”

[eleanoredits]

[tchaikovskaya]

“red velvet isnt even its own flavor its just chocolate and red dye” listen pal if you dont know that i value aesthetics above all else you dont know me at all

[clairetvmples-deactivated201901]

“To girls with broken hearts and vengeful souls. Go forth and raise hell.”

— If You Dare, A.R. Torre (via zcbini)

[silverjirachi]

*hurls myself into a river to cure my melancholia*

my spirit guides: dammit bitch you do this every century

[insp0s]

“Something is happening here. I know you feel it, too.”

— N.M.Sanchez (via kvtes)

[lifeinpoetry]

I loved him       (I think).                    Shameless. Laid before him,                    stupid lamb                    in a                              slaughterhouse.

— Karese Burrows, from “Persephone Writes a Poem,” This Is How We Lost Each Other