will answer to "knife"

"A love so violent, so strong, so sure. As neither age can change, nor art can cure."

[lov-eswift]

[afloweronthemoon]

[bulletpillarsinorion]

[fouracao]

one thing that i can't get out of my head is how malthus went from shoving a cross and calling hilda a demon disguised as herself to referring to her as a half angel and half demon that tests her power over men, and then finally introducing her as an angel disguised as a devil who saved him and opened his eyes. he's so in love it's making me insane.

[fouracao]

The hug shared by two yearners!

The relief and contentment on Malthus' face; the way he looks like he has let out the breath that he's been holding back as he inhales the scent of Hilda—like his body's survival relies on breathing in her presence. And this is also paired with the initial shock on Hilda's end? The way her expression went from pure happiness and surprise that the saint came to her room, before contorting to a cry of relief as she was, yet again, assured that Malthus does indeed love her.

Then not even a few minutes later, Malthus says that he wanted to see her place—expressing his desire to know her more; to see Hilda's room not as a man that lines up to wait their turn, not as a saint of the conservative society that wants to chastise her, and not as a colonel that flashes her with gifts, but someone that wants to see the decorations of Hilda's sanctuary that wholly paints her. It was the moment that he found out about her favorite music box—one that she got when she was 15—and her love for jewelry and perfume

Definitely one of their most intimate scenes when you consider that this was the first time that Malthus willingly chose to be with her, and Hilda's first experience of a man coming inside her room with the purest intentions, even if it was to say good bye; even if it may be their last, he only longed to spend time with her.

[nefilimsas]

Hilda & St. Malthus, Hilda Furacão (1998)

[andrcmache]

Not even a priest who proudly claims to love humanity, who lives for humanity. Do you doubt me?

[brilliantpines]

do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that

[brilliantpines]

is anybody out there

[slips-of-sappho]

"... But I love delicacy

and this to me—

the brilliance and beauty of the sun—desire has alotted."

~ Sappho, fragment 58

[sacrednewwbeginnings]

my aesthetic: blurry eras tour pics

[words-and-coffee]

we have pulled each other / out of the wreckage of our own bodies / sat beside each other / straight backed / making islands out of each other's bruises / promising that one day / we would live there

Joelle Taylor, C+nto : & othered poems: Jack Catch - to the lighthouse

[catadromously]

reasons.

[metamorphesque]

— Wishbone, Richard Siken

[text ID: here we are at the place / where I get to beg for it / where I get to say Please, for just one /  night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our / clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?]

[starbuck]

i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’

[cadaverette]

[mournfulroses]

George Sand, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert written c. September 1971

[vegaofthelyre]

Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey