I Do Not Believe This Darkness Will Endure

Morgan, 23. I enjoy listening to Eisley and crying over fiction. Aspiring to be Isabelle Lightwood. Dhampir, Superhero fanatic, Shadowhunter, Demigod, Raven Kid, Charmed One Currently Re-Reading: Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien Currently watching: Friends, The Punisher, Grey's Anatomy, Outlander

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being topless w my hair down is a different kind of power

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Elie Saab Ready to Wear F/W 2017.

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“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’”

— Sue Zhao

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“Stop cringing — at your future, at your failure, at yourself in the mirror — and stand up and look directly at who you are. Not who you should’ve been, but who you are now. Let that person in. Let her be as mediocre and wrong and shameful and sad and miserable and brilliant and hilarious as she wants to be, because she knows exactly what you need to feel good. She has plans for you. She wants to show you what comes next. She wants to take you into the future you’re dreading and say, “See? You never would’ve imagined this.”

— “Ask Polly: Is Life All Downhill From Here?” by Heather Havrilesky (via weltenwellen)

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Killing Eve as a straight to VHS 80′s thriller.

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“Everyone You’ve Loved,” 18 x 24" circa 2012

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Reaching across the ages – fingertips brushing through past lives to pass over the same expanses of skin If we are nothing but star crossed in this life – friction and tears dissipating into the atmosphere along with all the words that amount to nothing And the beating expanse in my chest spreads its arms further with each passing day, devouring every sense I have, drowning my thoughts with its desperate wanting, stretching your words as soft and cold as snow across the paths that I choose to take And just as I should cast it out of the cavity where it lay, poison roots burrowing deeper, I bare my open palms, lash marks exposed, to the morning sun – longing for payment by the double sided coin of your love. If our hands must clasp through the cosmos, bodies turned away, minds stretching ever towards one another Then perhaps we can dream upon a softer epilogue, where touch can stretch its wings wide and love can breathe as full as it would like.

MM

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And I’m clearing all the crap out of my room, trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue, and I wrote in a big letter to you, and it’s 22 pages front and back, but it’s too good to be used. And I tried to be a girl who likes to be used, I’m too good for that, there’s a mind under this hat. And I called them all and told them I’ve got to move.

[ladyeowyn]

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