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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Kiana Khansmith
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Jules of Nature
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost
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Claire Keane

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@cherrywinedarling
Dracula by Bram Stoker
“Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, until the rivers run dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves.”
— Daenerys Targaryen Game of Thrones
“I must soak more in the moonlight,”
— No Ch'ŏn-myŏng, tr. by Ko Won, from “Cricket,” written c. June 1938
“She has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.”
— Camille. -s.p. (via paternalpadfoot)
“I go out at night to paint the stars.”
— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo Van Gogh c. September 1888
Alexandre Cabanel “Fallen Angel” detail.
me? both avoiding and craving attention? you bet
when i figure out how to die without hurting my mom’s feelings it’s over for me, bitches
“She has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.”
— Camille. -s.p. (via paternalpadfoot)
The tricky thing about tipping points, is you can only define them in retrospect. Who can say which choice led to a car crash, or, which cigarette started the cancer? And so, we blindly stumble forward, never sure how close we are to the edge. So many possible tipping points. But without the benefit of hindsight, how will we know if we’re at the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end?
Vincent, The Originals
“I must soak more in the moonlight,”
— No Ch'ŏn-myŏng, tr. by Ko Won, from “Cricket,” written c. June 1938
No one really knows what I’m up to & I love it
Being kind is like?? the best thing in the world?? Making other people feel loved and happy is so rewarding?? And having people actually liking you for being nice to them is the best feeling ever??
the signs as angels
sun/ moon/ venus
aries
the angel with eight wings and no halo. you fly above sleepless cities at night and yearn for the glowing lights. you are the angel that wishes to live on earth and kiss all the mortal strangers with cherry lips, red like summer fruit.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
taurus
the angel who walks among people on earth. you have no wings but there is an otherworldly glow around you, deep and silent like half bitter coffee in the early morning. you sit in hidden libraries and dream of golden skies and flying fish.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
gemini
the angel with 20 blinking eyes. you are the angel that sends whispers of advice spinning down to earth in silver gusts of wind. you make the tides turn and the papaya flowers blossom in the early springtime.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
cancer
the guardian angel with a shining halo. the angel who washes the shells like love letters up on sandy beaches. you watch the follies of human beings from a pink cloud in the sky, and cry streams of starlight.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
leo
the angel with wings large as oceans. you float above sleeping people and laugh like sunlight. your fingers are the kiss of life as you brush the earth unthinkingly, lightly. you are the angel that sweeps the oceans with your wings, sending sea spray across the land.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
virgo
the angel who guards the gates to heaven. your golden skin glows like moonlight on water as you peer through the clouds at the earth below. you blink your eyes through golden eyelashes as you hold your golden notebook and write golden words in heaven’s ink.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
libra
the angel of loving. your dragonfly wings can barely support you but still you perch on windowsills and rooftops and gaze down at the passers-by at night. you kiss strangers and eat sugar cubes out of the moon’s palm.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
scorpio
the angel who came down from heaven and hides in a dark blue seaside town. the people whisper your name like a secret and dream of feathered wings. your lips taste like salt and red wine and you weep for the skies.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
sagittarius
the angel with flowers in her hair. you have the desert in your fingers and the forest in your feet. when you cry, you cry oceans. you are the angel who falls in love with everyone, and everyone falls back in love with you tenfold. summer’s rotten fruit juice flows through your veins.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
capricorn
the angel who sits by the window. your fingers stitch flowers onto the fields and clouds into the skies. heaven is your home, but earth but for all her sadness calls to you; tea in the morning, rain in the evening. your halo, gently gold, unspoiled.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
aquarius
the angel who smokes a cigarette outside a downtown bar. your feathered wings are nothing to the neon signs. you look like a painting as you dance under the flashing lights, brushing the hands of everyone as you spin circles.
*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*✭˚・゚✧*・゚*
pisces
the angel who lost his wings a hundred moons ago and now leaves footprints in white sands. in your dreams you float amongst the stars and kiss the fingertips of heaven’s angels, but when you awaken you are left only to the warm waters of the pacific ocean.