FIRE & BLOOD.

an aesthetic sideblog for trgareyn.

[aunburnt]

           DAENERYS     TARGARYEN’S     MIEN     ( 5 / ? )  :          a   series.

[kajra-re]

Deepika Padukone, Bajirao Mastani, 2015.

[velvetcloak]

Georges Hobeika | FALL 2016

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[lifeinpoetry]

In the morning, I will return to my skin. Beneath it, I will burn until it is night.

— Destiny O. Birdsong, from “hypervigilance,” published in The Rockhurst Review

[soracities]

My bones do not taste of crown and silver / I am not a thing to be owned

Adonis, from ‘This is My Name’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

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[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

Sylvia Plath was right

[ironleaves]

About what?

[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

[velvetcloak]

makeup at Guo Pei | SPRING 2017

[velvetcloak]

backstage | Elie Saab | FALL 2017

[garbji]

““I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything… I wish, just once, I could say, ‘This. This is good enough.’””

— Chuck Palahniuk (via amortizing)

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modern september sansa vibes at its finest

[gangsters-wife]

[lifeinpoetry]

This, you think, is what they want

from you. To look & not see you standing.

— Cameron Awkward-Rich, from “Still Life,” published in underbelly

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“In rage, against the world, you secretly spread out your arms to embrace it. 

In contrast, the ocean rolls up the water-heart and lets it flow out, as if it hated its own strength and not the constraint of the shore. The waves, subject to no one’s will, drive themselves, rear up, and break down.

You complain that life is a trap, time a chain: then you praise its hesitating space and its inherent flowing. How is one supposed to understand that?”

Max Hölzer, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “The Summer’s Cold,” (x)

[enqure]

dynamics:      sansa   stark     and     daenerys   targaryen     (for   @trgareyn​)

[thelouwre]

MODERN  MARGAERY  TYRELL  EDITS  2 /  ?

don’t  reblog  unless  rp  partner.