blood of the stars

Sarah. England. Blackbird lash and bitten lip. This is a personal blog, and thus fluctuates with my mood. I can also be found on LiveJournal, if you ask nicely I may tell you where. All writing tagged #personal © سارة شديد

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Hello friends, just dropping by to let you know I've revamped by Blogspot to begin writing again. As ever, if you'd like the link please drop me a PM (same for FaceBook or Pinterest) ♥

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One morning the Princess awoke and decided that she would leave the kingdom of tumblr for good; once a delightful place where people shared all the beautiful things they found, an insideous darkness had crawled in beneath the city gates and through the cracks in the walls and had slowly but surely infected much of the population. Before long, the banshees that this darkness created were running riot, invading the peace of peoples homes, uninvited, with their deafening screams of entitlement and oversensitive, whingey tales of shit that no sensible person with an actual life cares about. The Princess, like many others, had persevered for the sake of all the beauty still to be found, and for the friendships she had created in this land, but one day it was no longer enough; “I am too old for this bullshit” she thought, and packed her bags, and hoped that one day her friends might come and visit her elsewhere, and perhaps even follow her there…

She now has residences in the land of Pinterest, and the ancient realm of Listography, in addition to the original city of FaceBook, and she cordially invites any of her aquaintences from tumblr to message her if they would like the addresses to any of these (I’m afraid that they cannot be given freely, lest undesirables follow her home).

Sarah xxx

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One morning the Princess awoke and decided that she would leave the kingdom of tumblr for good; once a delightful place where people shared all the beautiful things they found, an insideous darkness had crawled in beneath the city gates and through the cracks in the walls and had slowly but surely infected much of the population. Before long, the banshees that this darkness created were running riot, invading the peace of peoples homes, uninvited, with their deafening screams of entitlement and oversensitive, whingey tales of shit that no sensible person with an actual life cares about. The Princess, like many others, had persevered for the sake of all the beauty still to be found, and for the friendships she had created in this land, but one day it was no longer enough; "I am too old for this bullshit" she thought, and packed her bags, and hoped that one day her friends might come and visit her elsewhere, and perhaps even follow her there...

She now has residences in the land of Pinterest, and the ancient realm of Listography, in addition to the original city of FaceBook, and she cordially invites any of her aquaintences from tumblr to message her if they would like the addresses to any of these (I'm afraid that they cannot be given freely, lest undesirables follow her home).

Sarah xxx

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[yhz]

Ariko Inaoka

[valyrianprince]

[somethingvain]

Burberry F/W 2001, by Regan Cameron for V Magazine Fall 2001

[anoukira]

[lameborghini-deactivated2013051]

ive been annoyed ever since i was born

[sigmundfreud]

girls don’t like boys girls like space travel and natalie dormer 

[quotewhore]

I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her.

Anaïs Nin  (via erudeite)

[fvck-it-lovely]

[murmm]

Il Valentino

[superbmarksman-deactivated20140]

i always end up thinking about the economic damage in superhero movies

[forlikeminded]

Anna Sui - New York Fashion Week - Fall 2014

[saxifraga-x-urbium]

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller (via saxifraga-x-urbium)

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The Cold Moon is Wednesday January 15th.