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if you’re reading this, my queue has ran out and this blog is dead. i might follow some of you on my new blog. thank you everyone for your time.
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DanoFes | do not edit.
Get to know me: [1/5] Favorite TV Series ≡ Stranger Things. “The Vale of Shadows is a dimension that is a dark reflection or echo of our world. It is a place of decay and death. A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you, and you don’t even see it. An alternate dimension.”
SEA N YOU | do not edit.
Muralla Roja, by Ricardo Bofill Taller de Arquitectura, 1965-73, in Calpe, Spain.
they teach you to love hunger; to turn your stomach into an unfilled grave so you will always have enough space to bury things : homelands, war zones, nightmares, black eyes, broken ribs, love letters, fathers.
Scherezade Siobhan, from “Bone Tongue” (via viperslang)
Look at this beautiful boy
She was a summer child grown into a winter woman. Her bones are fire-forged and her blood ice-cold.
via psycholo-girl (via psych-facts)
I was a winged obsessive, my moonlit feathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women; I spoke only to angels.
Louise Glück, excerpt of Ancient Text (via antigonick)
Say, I think this is what cracking my bones would sound like. Say, I don’t think my heart can keep taking it. Say, if I destroy it then I never have to worry about loving it.
angelea l., excerpt from Stone which can be found in An Ode to Dead Fish (here, here, or here)
cr: M&NGO GARDEN ♡ please do not edit.