[littlewickedthings]

untitled by Fabrizio Ara on Flickr.

[independent-mill-infern]

Vivienne Westwood Fall 2013

[independent-mill-infern]

When all promises are betrayed and there's nothing left. Others begin to seek the deity. And others dance with difficulties until the ash turns to blood, until decay has been nullified.

Independent

[lacrimis]

[independent-mill-infern]

[independent-mill-infern]

Saint Laurent S/S 2015

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Write me some blood.”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to W. D. Snodrass written c. June 1960

[independent-mill-infern]

Brutal February, solar incised rays, bounce off the snow to my face, - to kill my eyes. Brutal February, again new lockdown move, - to kill me whole.

Independent

[keryahoraculi]

By Creativemotions

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Andonis Anemoyannis c. Dec. 1902

[elegyforadream]

[forndom]

© Forndom

[lovefulls]

Metamorphoses — Mary Zimmerman

[predeath]

alexander mcqueen fw 2015

[independent-mill-infern]

Hard to see silver borders anywhere, coldness determines my psyche. When I look deep into my heart, human greed and neglect have turned certain piece into black, but there is still some a hint of light

Independent