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cloveoil:
imagine ur otp
mouthful of white hot fire, tongue coated in poison, ragged nails painted in my own blood; there’s a hunger in me, something vicious a thirst to be celestial, godly, divine– and yet.
aphelion | a.w. (via hermionee)
Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls, Thunder in their hearts, and chaos in their bones.
Girls like Her | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
the world demanded hate from her, and so hate she gave.
she wore hatred like a shield & a sword // k.s. (via senmitsuji)
I have the whole world raging under my skin. I’ve always been a girl armed for war.
And war has learned to fear me // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
She walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders, I’ve seen ghosts brighter than her soul.
VàZaki Nada (via star-eaters)
Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.
I am angry. I want to break things.
I bear a cross on me, I bear a god on me, of whom I’ve lost faith in a long time ago.
remnant-thoughts (via sweetcandirps)
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wordsnquotes)
you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides