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So delicate and damned, poor thing. Quite damned. Yet I do believe she scarcely knows what she is doing.

Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Lady of the House of Love” (via maorei)

kiss sentence starters.

“ are you gonna kiss me or not? ” “ how many have you kissed? ” “ i really want to kiss you right now. ” “ i think we should kiss right now. ” “ i don’t kiss and tell. ” “ do you wanna kiss me? ” “ am i a good kisser? ” “ do i think i kiss okay? ” “ i’ve always wanted to kiss you. ” “ so i can kiss you anytime i want. ” “ i’ve never kissed anyone before. ” “ please, tell me you’ve done this before. ” “ it we just a kiss, not like it meant anything? ” “ did you kiss me with your tongue? ” “ you are a really good kisser. ” “ i want to be my first and last kiss. ” “ just walk up to him/her and kiss him/her, it’s not hard. ” “ are you trying to lean in and kiss me right now. ” “ do not even try and kiss me right now. ” “ not even a kiss could shut me up. ” “ no kiss goodbye? ” “ you always kiss me goodbye, why? ” “ i dream about kissing your lips. ” “ i’ve kissed before, just not like this. ” “ i don’t know how to kiss, could you teach me? ” “ i don’t wanna miss this kiss. ” “ let’s just kiss and get it over with already. ” “ first kisses are always so awkward, unless the other person is experienced. ”

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#[; misc. ]#Me tbh.

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Animals - Maroon 5

#tw: blood #[; aesthetic. ]

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random gifs of di (for anon)

#[; portrait. ]#Q:

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peel back all the blood on your hands and who are you? do you even know anymore? was there ever anything more to you to begin with? it’s terrifying, isn’t it. knowing that, without all this violence at your feet, you would be nothing. a shell devoid of purpose. that’s why you keep doing it, isn’t it? filling graves, spilling blood. because at this point, it’s who you are.

shed your skin. start anew. it’s never too late to start over. (via gumihc)

cut her open and you’d find a graveyard of memories in her mind. she’s a living tomb; she’s a mausoleum of unspoken hellos and goodbyes said too soon. there is poison in her veins; wings on her back that act more like chains. she wasn’t born with them; she’s learned how to cope, how to hide, how to use these gifts that were meant to condemn.

weapons cannot choose their purpose (only their targets) | m.a.w (via gumihc)

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