honeybees.

Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colors of her mind and the recesses of her heart. There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too.❞

[iknowthatshelovesme]

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[maddiemvc]

So to speak, this small me is powerless Against the raging waves that give loud roars But the sea will surely part And make a path for me One day we can be divine

[astoriamalfoys]

red riding hood retold

there is blood in your mouth and it tastes a lot like moonlight there is blood on your hands and it feels a lot like silver (there is a monster in your mirror and it looks a lot like you) there is a bullet in your chest and it’s eating you alive they say wolves fear silver but this smells more like gold there is ice creeping up your spine like a vine chilled in snow there is fire in your heart and it’s burning forests down there is a fairytale they tell about a girl who met a wolf deep inside the woods there is no fairytale they tell about a girl who is a wolf and a wolf who is a girl there are stories about wolves and stories about girls ask the girl who is a wolf how her story goes because there is a monster in your mirror and her cape is red as blood — M.J.

[1036th]

[coffeeforthemoon]

[lihliann]

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[lifeinpoetry]

I only dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets, of honeybees above you murmuring into a crown.

Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

[wnq-writers]

She was moss, She was green, She was love and blue flame, She was the shelter from the storm, The colour of surrender, And the soft taste of strength.

thealleysofhermind (via wnq-writers)

[inkskinned]

there is fox in her, a curled up copper wire that binds her backbone together, a hint of wild, the cut of cleverness, eyes that laugh at everything, a smile all full of mystery, of playfulness, with feet that carried her through nights that rang with the howl of hunting. you cannot tame her. when she comes, it’s because she wants to. and when she stays: you should be on your knees in thanks. foxes like her choose their dens with the sharpest elegance. don’t betray her trust. don’t send her running. keep her close and love her hard or you’ll never see her like again. and trust me, you’ll miss her when she’s gone. you’ll miss her more than anything.

copper // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[0506th]

[jellylisa-deactivated20190914]

Seulgi + The Celebrity Moodboard (5/6)

[catllow]

[joohys]