The fallen angel @angelwithcruelwings - Tumblr Blog

She picked up the pieces of her life and created something beautiful. From that day forth she shone like the sun and changed the definition of broken.

Randall M. Core (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

I will love you till the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears?

angelwithcruelwings

All my agony fades away, when you held me in your embrace

onlyshoujo

kostromas

if this is love, i do not want it. (insp.)

Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns Riding, the black swan draws A private chaos warbling in its wake, Assuming, like a fourth dimension, splendor That calls the child with white ideas of swans Nearer to the green lake Where every paradox means wonder. Though the black swan's arched neck is like A question-mark on the lake, The swan outlaws all possible questioning: A think in itself, like love, like submarine Disaster, or the first sound we wake; And the swan-song it sings Is the huge silence of the swan. Illusion: the black swan knows how to break Through expectation, beak Aimed now at its own breast, now at its image, And move across our lives, if the lake is life, And by the gentlest turning of its neck Transform, in time, time's damage; To less than a black plume, time's grief. Enchanter: the black swan has learned to enter Sorrow's lost secret center Where like a maypole separate tragedies Are wound about a tower of ribbons, and where The central hollowness is that pure winter That does not change but is Always brilliant ice and air. Always the black swan moves n the lake; always The blond child stands to gaze As the tall emblem pivots and rides out To the opposite side, always. The child upon The bank, hands full of difficult marvels, stays Forever to cry aloud In anguish: I love the black swan.

lavendergin

mrsbingleys

∙ I’d more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine

Dar nu mai cade ca-n trecut In mari din tot inaltul: - "Ce-ti pasa tie, chip de lut, Dac-oi fi eu sau altul? Traind în cercul vostru strimt Norocul va petrece, Ci eu în lumea mea mă simt Nemuritor si rece. "