KILL of the NIGHT;

[tesspng-deactivated20251009]

You know what I haven’t done in a while now? Post some good ass selfies you are fucking welcome.

[erymanthian]

Paintings from the ‘Peripety’ series by Jen Mazza

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

In the morning my eyes were so vacant and my face so dead that the people I met may not even have seen me.

Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

[halflunar]

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field

[jihyunsglasses]

                         G O D D A M N  (RIGHT)                                       you should be  S ͏͡C̡͡ A̶̡͞ ̛R͞ ̧̨E͜ ̵͘͝Ḑ̨  of me

[feedinglungs]

     boo.

[larmoyante]

She exhausts, she kills, and this only makes her more beautiful.

Alfred de Musset, La Coupe et les Lèvres   (via larmoyante)

[american-wet-dream]

It's about time you showed up

[ajayghaleh-moved-deactivated201]

Well, look at you… all fixed up.

[ajayghaleh-moved-deactivated201]

"The true history of the person known as "Bloody Mary" is almost completely unknown, even to Fables most acquainted with its members. Her name Mary, at least, is not up for contention, nor is her penchant for shocking violence, an inlaid resistance to magic and spells, and a strange ability to use any reflective surface as a portal, effectively short-cutting space and time. Thought by Mundies to be the wailing apparition of a childless ghost, though any evidence of that is as yet unseen."

[ajayghaleh-moved-deactivated201]

[feedinglungs]

i don’t want ( apologies ) i want you on your knees,  c h o k i n g  on your own blood i want my name on your lips, begging:

                     —————-     forgive me, forgive me, forgive me 

do not tell me you are sorry — i will show you ’ sorry ‘.

[kilipeppu-archive-blog]

[quoted-books]

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

Kristin Cashore, Graceling (via xlivestogo)

[alunit]

She was like the sea on a stormy day. She could only destroy.

(via sinisteria)

[psych-facts]

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand (via csejte-tigress)

[feedinglungs]

    —— psa; if i write you a starter & you’re dissatisfied with it ( you don’t like it/feel like it’s not much to go off of/would prefer a different verse ) let me know! i’d much rather write you a new one so that you’d actually enjoy our interaction rather than have you force yourself to comply with what i’ve written or ignore the starter altogether.