Empty bullet shells;

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Perhaps fuck off might be too kind

[florizels]

You have always wanted to caress every monster.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche  (via delfiini)

[hcathledger-deactivated20260210]

You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise You’re spilling like an overflowing sink

[beholdingslut]

They say Lucifer fell because he loved God more than all the rest. Perhaps that is why I know that the way I love will destroy me too.

Downfall | M.C. (via vespairs)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

What the hell is tragedy? I am.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals (via mirroir)

[noquietrevolution-deactivated20]

divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. it will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-dark and wanting. you will reach for it again and again, greedy human fingers clutching at everything you can reach. the divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave you quietly. i feel divinity in my bones like aching; like fire.

[codepcndent]

Did the gods really cast a hero’s curse on all of the brave? Or did we just prefer to only write about the fallen?

who likes happy endings anyways // k.m. (via codepcndent)

[meiselr]

“So what am I?”, he demands desperately. “You’re a bad idea,” she says, “You are all the just this once and I know better in my head. You’re an exit wound. And you’re everything I want.”

r.m | Excerpts #01 (via ibuzoo)

[watchoutforintellect]

My bones whisper to my blood; my sleep deceives me.

Theodore Roethke - from Straw for the Fire: The Notebooks of Theodore Roethke  (via stannisbaratheon)

[freckleshadowhunter]

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Sylvia Plath (via freckleshadowhunter)

[floozys-deactivated20180908]

i’ve always found it incredibly unsettling how when women hate men they talk about distancing themselves from them as much as they can vs when straight men hate women they talk about degrading and dehumanising them during sex and the fact that the first example is more controversial than the later is fucking horrifying

[2087]

[neondreams83]

Neon Playground

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Elie Saab spring 2011 HC

[pou-voir]

I still love you in places where I’m not supposed to. Between the fingertips of my mother’s Sto. Niṅo, her Dios mio’s when she hears my prayers like kitchen knife injuries and the pulp, the pulp that has nuclear Betadine drops for sting. And to be honest, I do not like praying. To be honest, years ago I left my catholic knees in some sidewalk that has no god to see if it runs back to me until remembering means forgetting, until carabao grass melts into dirt, until the word Holy means Love the bible was ever capable of holding in its pages. But darling, if there is life after death I miss you there too and I do not know if that’s valid. If you walk  downtown the street is the scripture that graffiti’s your name. If you walk pass by me, Dios mio I will pretend I did not do it.

Kharla M. Brillo | Rosarito (via facinaoris)

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[cknd]

im tired of this lifestyle i gotta get rich as soon as possible

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Perfectionism is self-abuse of the highest order.

Ann Wilson Schaff  (via noxfaith)