DEAD / END

Aesthetic / Inspo side blog for @secondsister

[narkinafive]

“you can’t save them. not from the empire, not from the dark side, and not from me.” ➼ the second sister, jedi fallen order

[thelvadams]

You can’t save them. Not from the Empire. Not from the dark side. Not from me.

[livenerdy]

[allthembags]

[quoted-books]

I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.

Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray (via quoted-books)

[alternative-queens]

[xshayarsha]

…the monstrous part of me got so large, so familiar, I could want it. I could kiss it.

Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. (via xshayarsha)

[saintjehanne]

I tried begging myself for forgiveness but I bit off my tongue when I turned softness into knife and girl into graveyard.

I am my own dead end. /// s.n.  (via apollonic)

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

Gillian Flynn. (via empiregrotesk)

[lifeinpoetry]

God, God, what do I do / after all this survival?

Traci Brimhall, from “Vive, Vive,” published in The Missouri Review (via lifeinpoetry)

[teachersgazebo-deactivated20200]

She has a mouth like unswept glass—-when you least expect it she cuts you.

Junot Diaz, “Otravida, Otravez (via kylelucia)

[petticoat]

She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery—

Rachel Vincent, Menagerie (via hailthequeens)

[bookofendings]

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

The Golden Wing (via bookofendings)

[kingtakesbishop-blog]

Once you cross over, there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from ever feeling the light again.

Raymond Reddington, The Blacklist (via kingtakesbishop-blog)

[wnq-writers]

She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

VàZaki Nada  (via persepheones)

[ashtonssweaterpaws]

dead to me // melanie martinez

[alleyspatarchived-deactivated20]

My body is a graveyard, my hands covered in blood. But if you’re not afraid of death, I’ll try not to be afraid of love.

just hold my hand and guide me dear I’ve never done this before (via alleyspat)