rebellion

losing's less than winning(but love is more than love) Jennifer. 20. INFJ. instagram twitter

[glamour]

 “Waltz of the Flowers,” from a 2013 performance of the New York City Ballet’s The Nutcracker. Photograph by Henry Leutwyler for vanityfair

[sksnbebrndsn-deactivated2015080]

I would cry. m

[inxadequate]

💋💋

[melliestanclub]

I will not     set fire to myself         to keep you warm.

[nayyirahwaheed-deactivated20180]

the blue dust. the night. before the night. the cinema of water. over water. over water.

dusk, nayyirah waheed | from ‘nejma’ (via nayyirahwaheed)

[campsis]

[stardustings]

Château de Fontainebleu by Park & Cube

[heartsdraws-deactivated20191118]

mermaid party with ella <3

part 1 it’s about mermaid party

[rebeccapomroy-blog]

Winter animals 

[coeurdeassassin]

Excuse me?

[alysannemanderly]

The Princess Elia was a good and gracious lady, though her health was ever delicate.

[georgiefinchs]

Affections can be lethal in this Rome of ours

[dolerme]

[crestair]

Albéniz S/S 2014

[itsstilllife]

1.03 | pack mentality

[my-water-lilies]

[crestair]

Roses (detail), Vincent van Gogh.

[crestair]

ANDROMEDA TONKS

You should not be wearing such chains as these--the proper bonds for you are those which bind the hearts of fond lovers!

[itsstilllife]

[crestair]

3.06 | the climb

[fleurdulys]

Dressing the Bride - Ivan Kulikov

1907

[wordsnquotes]

I can tell already you think I’m the dragon,                   that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon. I’m not the princess either.                                 Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,               I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow           glass, but that comes later.                                                           And the part where I push you flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks,               shut up I’m getting to it.                                      For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was                                                                                                        the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle,           young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence           but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire,                                                                       and getting stabbed to death.                                         Okay, so I’m the dragon. Bid deal.           You still get to be the hero.

Richard Siken, “Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”   (via wordsnquotes)