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under co.

[tsuinchocoreto]

[mavencalore]

she is a bloodied flower revelling in pain and power.

power (n.s.) // for @feyreacheron (via mavencalore)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume I (via billowy)

[mavencalore]

moodboard ♡ delicacy.

[poemsforpersephone]

she was a queen with neither crown nor kingdom, the most powerful piece on the board with no moves left to make, so she overturned the table.

l.s. | CHRYSALIS © 2016 (via poemsforpersephone)

[petales]

CLASSIC ART MOODBOARDS:   botticelli’s birth of venus

[allureable]

[dolliism]

  Rosemary nods with an understanding smile. Even though she has been alive for decades she felt as if she matured the most over the past three years. To properly care for her children she needed to grow as a person after all. ❝They do. My son especially…He has so much energy. I can’t imagine where he gets it…I struggle to keep up with him some time.❞

     "Mine always sought company in each other; you can imagine having three active boys around the house. It was a zoo, really.” Judging by her smile, she didn’t mind the chaos it provided; far from it, truly. Knowing they were healthy and alive (as much as vampires can be) was all that mattered, after all. “You are lucky to have a little girl, even though I can imagine there to be not too much of a difference.”

[pettyqueen]

[dolliism]

    everything about him remained stern and cold, borderline dismissive. his jaw twitched as she waited for him to introduce himself. if she knew mandy, surely she knew who he was. then again, if a vampire could act civil, so could he. “ vincent. “ he said eventually, almost glaring. even though he displayed poor manners, her smile remained. “ so instead of calling her you decided to come by for a surprise visit? not only that but you figured you could just walk right in. what’s the matter, nobody teach you how to knock? “

    "You do sound exactly like she described you,” she noted, smile never close to faltering. “May I just leave this here? Since I already stopped by and all.” Eyes wandered down to the lasagna, its aroma starting to fill the room already. “She never answered her phone, so I suspected she fell asleep early. Seeing you’re the only one here, I apologize for disturbing.” Vincent may not understand the measures her family was willing to take for convenience’s sake, but her care was of high priority. And so it always had been, different races or not.

[tireddscorpio]

She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but can still look at you and smile

Marilyn Monroe (via keinekraftzumleben)

[dolliism]

     ”Galway.” He retorts with his own name, pleasant smile quickly replacing the confusion on his face. “Pleasure’s all mine, I’m sure.”

     He accepts his own drink with a small, grateful dip of his head and gestures it towards her in a toast of sorts before taking a long sip. Memories and their nature is not something he particularly likes to dwell on; as they are, as she so eloquently put, haunting. They are much better left forgotten, veiled by gallons of gin and the blissful ignorance they ensue.

     ”Really?” His grin is practically gleaming — he isn’t much for going on and on about himself, though she has now piqued his curiosity. “I’d hate to be crude, but I’m afraid I absolutely must ask — a good performance?”

      "I remember it for the right reasons, surely.” Even when it took place so long ago, and her headspace lingered entirely elsewhere compared to this time of date, Galway had somehow etched himself onto her boardwalk of memory. If it was not time that had stood still, it had to be the plethora of impressions consumed that night.

      "Tell me, do you still grant the audience the pleasure?” Although it may be much to hope for, he was still around for one reason or another. Such a nostalgic moment it would be to relive what had her captivated years ago — beside being younger and less experienced with the secret pleasures of nightlife.

[stylishblogger]

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.

Franz Kline (via extraterrestialmixedchick)

[narcissamacaulays]

Sarah Gadon in The Cutting Edge 3: Chasing the Dream

[dolliism]

  A soft thank you is said under her breath as she watches the toy return to her daughter’s embrace/ ❝They’re fascinated by the strangest things…Like recently, she adores seeing her father zip and unzip his jacket.❞ She believes it’s the noise that she enjoys, but she will never really know what goes on in her little head. ❝I wouldn’t have guessed you had three grown sons. You look quite young.❞ Though this really is no surprise to her. In the next decade when Aristotle is all grown she will not have aged a day herself.

      "Really?” The information had her smiling wide and radiant, not surprised at all by the random choice of entertainment. “She won’t get bored easily then, at least.” The younger they were, the harder it was to understand them and their fascinations. “Oh, it seems like I’ve lived for ages already — children make you feel old, don’t they?” It was a compliment indeed, yet one she could not take fully to heart as it was not due to natural causes at all. A curse, if anything.

[dolliism]

     ”Oh?” He seems honestly surprised as he escorts her to the bar, forehead creased and eyebrows pushed together as he tried to remember the instance in question. “My sincerest apologies, then, my dear — it seems to have slipped my mind entirely. How shameful.”

     Pausing shortly as to empty his own glass, he waves a bartendress over. “White wine for the lady, darling — and another of the usual for myself, if you could be so kind.” With a crooked smile and a small dip of his head, he turns his attention back to the woman seated beside him. “Do you suppose it would be too rude to ask for your name…?”

       He seemed familiar, though she would not let it show as lips curled into a smile. “Rose.” Nothing out of the ordinary, surely (especially for one surrounded by such beautiful people). “No need to apologize — memories can be quite haunting.” By the acceptance of her glass, she sipped the wine in humble nostalgia; it was remarkable what one could remember, as well as forget. Certain demons never left, it seemed. “I remember you performing, actually.” The blonde lowered her glass, visions clear as day reeling within her mind — such a magnificent show was hard to dismiss.