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@belladonnasblues
“Her collarbones like wings spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.”
— The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy)
the girl who loved this world
happy 20th anniversary, pandora hearts
Jack & Lacie made as a Secret Santa's present in December. Thought that this song kinda fit the feeling.
Tarot - The High Priestess & The Wheel of Fortune
— Last Toast, Anna Akhmatova (translated by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky)
[text ID: I drink to our ruined house / To the evil of my life / To our loneliness together / And I drink to you— / To the lying lips that have betrayed us, / To the dead-cold eyes, / To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse / To the fact that God did not save us.]
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”
Last thing I drew before my tablet pen crapped out on me. Jack motherfuckin’ Vessalius. I feel so very oddly connected to his character. My soul just speaks to his and I don’t know I’m sorry oTZ
I want to make an ask Jack blog shh
“(…) and my song wanders Into the empty night, where you no longer are.”
— Anna Akhmatova, from And That Heart… in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova" [translated by D. M. Thomas]
“Where has she gone, where is the glow Of silver stars that are her eyes?”
— Anna Akhmatova, from White Flock: Poetry Of Anna Akhmatova (via ambroses)
little ones
baby baskervilles
come on and say you’re sorry, real sorry for the trouble that you caused
“Weary and in love, I wait for you, I who am sullen, sleepless, And as cold as ice.”
— Alexander Blok, from “The work is finished” (tr. by Boris Jakim)
there’s a person who is more important to me than anyone else
Through the memory, we killed
the bird that was never ours.
(inspired by this incredible fic by @ossia-ombreggiata)