electra lestrange mock

[adrasteiax]

Put high walls around the part of you that dreams (…)

Fernando Pessoa, from Advice in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]  (via weltenwellen)

[antigonick]

and so you wear their fear like a bridal veil.

Darshana Suresh, excerpt of “A Plea from Shaking Knees” (via henrydear)

[wnq-writers]

I am fire and ruin and death and bone. I am dragon formed from ash. I will not turn to dust if you dare try and set fire to me. I will only grow stronger.

jgwhitbooks (via neverlandswriter)

[hydraa]

[wnq-writers]

I’d call her a storm, or tornado, but they are destruction without purpose. Her? She look’ll you in the eye as she tears you open, just to see how much you’ll bleed.

criminycricket , Porcelain  (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

Scott Westerfeld, Uglies (via slytherinwritess)

[lifeinpoetry]

His voice – it filled me to the core                  like a skeleton.

Ocean Vuong, from “Threshold,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via lifeinpoetry)

[mavencalore]

she is a bloodied flower revelling in pain and power.

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

[shewclvs-deactivated20160629]

girls like her were crafted from stars girls like her had fire in their veins girls like her wore armor under their skin girls like her ran with the wolves girls like her would sooner die than be dominated girls like her were frightening.

aka unconventional (via shewclvs)

[antigonick]

—à sa nuque des roses Flamboient, sa tête exhale une ambroisie divine, Sa robe jusqu'aux pieds retombe, et sa démarche Devient de vraie déesse.—on her neck roses Blaze, her head exhales a divine ambrosia, Her dress falls to her feet, and her step Becomes that of a true goddess.

 Virgile, L’Enéide, Liber I (tr. by Olivier Sers)

[lifeinpoetry]

PERSEPHONE: […] I bring the Erinyes to their knees. I am become an arrow, poised in flight.

Venetta Octavia, from “I Am Become the Dark,” What We Left Behind (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

I am famine for you. I am war for you. I want to be apocalyptic, something only the end can see.

Venetta Octavia, from “And I Will Raze You All to the Ground,” Prelude to Light (via lifeinpoetry)

[melisica]

[wnq-writers]

She has otherworldly dark eyes, unsure if they are the night sky where your dreams await you or your favorite nightmare you return to

N.E. (via wnq-writers)

[lhzthepoet]

She was the embodiment of Lucifer, the most beautiful of the angels in heaven, and destined to fall to the pits of hell.

L.H.Z // an angel and a demon are both beautiful (via lhzthepoet)

[lifeinpoetry]

Call me murderess, a glowing engine / timed to blow.

Safiya Sinclair, from “Portrait of Eve as the Anaconda,” Cannibal (via lifeinpoetry)

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