Sad Bitch.

[at-6am]

[anarchy-of-thought]

Scotney Castle in Kent, England

[susuwatori]

Summer rain

[polykowiak]

“A hail of nervousness pours down upon me continuously. What I want one minute I don’t want the next.”

— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)

[roseoilz]

certain curtain into the world by rebecca reeve

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[wild-cabins]

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In the blue dawns of summer

We revoked silence and its claws

On the day they swore not to betray their men

In the blue dawns of summer

Black writing on wet walls

Let us float in a stupor of blood

(Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung)

So we are left to wander

Through hollow ropes of sand

We who came here for gold

We who brought the sword

Wine milk and secret wars

Into the orchards we slide

A call to worship a blind king, reborn

We brought the sword - nothing more

(Bewegung entsteht durch Haltung

Es war und es ist)

Through streets and fields

Crowded with lovers, again

In tombs, in forests, again

"The Orchards" by Rome

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[imaginehanniballecter-blog]

not to sound like jane austen or anything but if ur fic is labelled slow burn those two fucks better not even touch pinkies until like chapter 57 by the time they are even in a room alone together i want to be half dead of blueballs and i want their heated gazes to revive me im js 

[louislumbarcurve]

why would you say “not to sound like jane austen” and then quote her directly 

[empiresprince]

Seriously in P&p chapter 57 is when Elizabeth goes “okay, well I might not hate him”

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Fernand Toussaint , "The Sill".