[junibloom]

[thatbitchsimone]

[feral-ballad]

I think I learned love from a hunter and all I do now is listen for gunshots.

Alison Kronstadt, Bred In Captivity

[thewinedarksea]

“I WANT TO JUMP BACK INTO THE THROAT OF GOD, WHERE SKINNED KNEES AND BRUISED ANKLES DO NOT COUNT. THERE IS AN ANGER IN MY SOUL THAT WANTS OUT. WE’LL SEE THEN WHO IS HOLY.”

— THROAT OF GOD by Keren Chelsea (via selfapologies)

[stationaryobjects]

[annajoganiyan]

[violet-meadows]

[gilmoresgifs]

[unspokengrief]

I am the flicker of a cigarette, the last ember, my mother’s rage, whatever you call a living thing that burns. I live like an open flame that is ready to ignite at anytime. We all forget that open flames are the start of all wild fires but not me, I know all about the catastrophric effect of wild fires, I am my mother’s daughter after all.

— Hannah Green, from “Would You Burn For Me?”

[cyberxbattalion]

[succubuscelestia]

[chapstickprincess-deactivated20]

[halloweenskellington]

[clownsuggest]

have some compassion!!!!!!!! And EAT A MANGO!!!!!!!!! thats it!!!!!!!

[tangodancerwrites]

“I need you to be a monster / which is to say, I am trying not to love you / which is to say, I am still dreaming of kissing your claws.”

— Fortesa Latifi  (via kuwentista)

[celestexamor]

[elbetunutursun-deactivated20260]