Wisteria and Daggers

Wisteria 🖤 Daggers 🗡️ Skulls 💀 Flower Petals 🌹 Woods 🌲 Beaches 🌊 Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ Stars ⭐ Poetry 📖 "If you can't be a shining example, be a dire warning."

[daisylambs]

[rheaplus]

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[soul-from-another-era]

Anger was just a disguise.

[sinwas]

Sylvia Plath

@skyrigel

[deathsheadmothtattoo2]

[squad157]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— resainted on twitter

[nightquotes]

Juliette Lewis Quotes - The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die. Read More at - https://minimalistquotes.com

[mynocturnality]

[expressions-of-nature]

Baltic Coast by Konrad

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— jay vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[poems-of-madness]

I had eight days with you, on the first day you were the sweet prayer of salvation, you wrote me poetry in the stars, with the moon devouring my whole house. Conversations of broken hearts two souls finally touching each other. The fingertips almost grasping an essence of a strange acquaintance. On the second day, I promised myself that I will never write you poetry. Because it seems like every time I write a lover a poem, it becomes a curse. The downfall of something that could almost explode in obsession. But I wrote anyways... As I am writing now; half in love, half heartless. The third day, I asked myself, what it would be like to be utterly destroyed by something unknown. To close my eyes, before I give my heart. To never ask questions, to accept the violence of romance. On the fourth day, I felt more guilty than the day I betrayed my friends for love. I cried on the white couch staining it with tears and misery. I hung up the phone, and I wanted to burn all the documents of my existence. On the fifth day I wanted you more than my darkest fantasies. I was keen to accept the worst version of myself That my heart was as aloof as my younger self knew it. The sixth day was the worst, I was in the middle of life. I was in the middle of love. I was in the middle of heartbreak and success. On the seventh day, I began to dig up the cigarettes buried under my house. With dirty hands, I light one up, and I dedicate it to the plot. One for the money. Two for the show. On the eighth day, I understood that souls die just so they can mate. Now months later, I realized that you were just a beautiful stranger with the ugliest manners.

- 8 Days of Late June by Royla Paula Rădița Asghar

[what-iz-life]

Soulmates aren't just lovers – they can be friends too. Your soulmates naturally recognize you, vibe with you & align with you. They understand you, value you, support you, love you, heal with you & grow with you. They make you feel beautiful in your own skin just for being YOU.

[lenainwonderland]

- Sylvia Plath

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[stantheanomaly]

Nabokov is such a delicious writer to consume

[happyheidi]

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