the tune of your death

Dead. x

[lettheenginesroar]

hey all of you guys should follow me at narcissusnarc0sis :)

i restarted my blog for about the third time but yeah I like all of you equally so please and thanks <3

[gncrevan]

We live in a society that glorifies sexual assault to a degree that when I was a teenager I asked myself whether something was wrong with me for not being groped in the streets. The pride with which my classmates spoke of how apparently every random male hit on them made me wonder whether I was just too ugly to be desired. Something is rotten when harassment becomes the means young girls are taught to determine their self-worth with.

[dght-er-deactivated20140319]

[fueledbychemicalromances]

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[fashionnasty]

L’APPARITION DE GISELLE

Alina Cojocaru in act II of Peter Wright’s production of "Giselle". Royal Opera House, circa 2002. Photo by Bill Cooper.

[seinaet]

[femcassidy]

“pussy” is the dumbest insult ever youre literally calling someone a vagina. and if youre not calling someone a vagina, youre calling them a cat. both are fucking awesome and youre lame as hell

[violett-faid]

[icaroswing]

"Art Nouveau-Helena".

[samsinspiration]

Ermine King by ~appledust

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[lettheenginesroar]

Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.

[panda-sempai]

[princessofcleaves-deactivated20]

“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

Clementine Von Radics   (via baudelaireinbraillee)

[someoneliam]

[lettheenginesroar]

mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you

[lettheenginesroar]

Goodnight, gorgeous.

Can you just stop