ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs.

  &&ɪ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss sᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ  

[indxstress-crypt]

quietly respawns

[bostonpoetryslam]

Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife.

Nicole Homer, “Underbelly,” via poets.org (via bostonpoetryslam)

[thoodleoo]

“Hades is relentless and untamed- So mortals hate him most of all the gods.”

— Homer, Iliad IX.158-159

[chooserofslain]

“ you know - i’d make a lot of  CHANGES  around here — ” ⚔ drinking since nov. ‘17

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

― Letters to Juliet (2010) “I’m not a big believer in happy endings, I’m afraid.”

[medicisource]

- It isn’t Venus and Mars. - A different kind of Venus and Mars, set in an orange grove, in amongst flowers and fruit and color. I’m calling it Spring, because after death comes life. Rebirth. 

[katiemcgrath]

Apollo’s Baths Grove c.1778, Palace of Versailles, France | August 2019

[targaryencvnt]

MODERN MAENADS

In Greek mythology, maenads  were the female followers of Dionysus and the most significant members of the Thiasus, the god’s retinue. Their name literally translates as “raving ones.” Often the maenads were portrayed as inspired by Dionysus into a state of ecstatic frenzy through a combination of dancing and intoxication.

[caseykelpthesnorks]

Mari Agory Golden Goddess Editorial for Idol Magazine

[kieraknightley]

Control // Halsey

[soluse]

// S H E L A Y S D O W N // L O V E

[verdemonde]

[thursday]

[dailymarvelqueens]

There’s nobody on this earth who can tell you that what you’re feeling is wrong. They can tell you it’s different to what they’re feeling.

[hellanne]

Louis Hvejsel Bork

[shesnake]

[adaestra]

WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID? 7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesn’t feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself. 45% smoke; it’s all fog inside – my skull, my lungs – i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius. 20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been. 28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.

sooner or later we perish; b.s.h