( some see a pen, i see a harpoon )

raluca / slytherin / lannister / dramatically incoherent / qveen

[petticoat]

“Peach pits are poisonous. This is not a mistake. Girlhood is growing fruit around cyanide. It will never be yours for the swallowing.”

— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail (via buttonpoetry)

[lumierc]

“I look at you in the first light of the morning for as long as I can.”

— W.S. Merwin, Sight (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[successioncore]

the title of the last song you listened to is the epitaph on your tombstone

[animentality]

kicking a hornets nest.

[newtrenchcaot]

2024 goals:

More casual cruelty

Blind myself to the humanity in others

Disposable plastics all day every day

[laurapetrie]

...a swirly ballerina skirt; a frothy, lacy, sheer Gibson girl blouse; a pair of silver dancing slippers; three adorable lipsticks in a little gold case; black velvet hair ribbons; a box of candy, and $3.50 in cool cash! Not bad!

Sylvia Plath records her Christmas presents for 1947

[scrapsofinspiration-deactivated]

florence welch was right, it picks me up puts me down chews me up spits me out a hundred times a day picks me up puts me down i'm always running from something i push it back but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far

[stuckinapril]

lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it

[hadesblood-deactivated20180818]

- Come here

[mashamorevna]

“i wish i wasn’t / such a raw thing.”

— helga floros, from “Insomnia,” published in Occulum (via lifeinpoetry)

[mxmstoons]

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

I do see you, my beloved, in the flowers of your country.

Natalie Barney, in a letter to Liane de Pougy, c. 1899 (via dearestvita)

[lifeinpoetry]

I dress like a pillar. I want to burn the verbs // I mispronounce to the Egyptian waiter.

Hala Alyan, from “Honeymoon,” The Twenty-Ninth Year (via lifeinpoetry)

[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“It is for she that the cherry bleeds. That the moon is steeped in milk and blood.”

— Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, from “Hard on for Love,” released c. 1986

[the-gayest-dovah]

Sometimes I see a girl’s shoulders/collarbone area and I’m suddenly possessed by the spirit of a 19th century lesbian first seeing another girl removing her dress to reveal pantaloons and corset in the dorms at the all-girls boarding school her parents sent her to so she may be trained in proper etiquette

[cinemagal]

Not very good at this whole subtle thing, are you? The Man From Uncle (2015) Dir. Guy Ritchie