immortal

a mockblog for maleficent

[naturaekos]

the sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone

[afterastorms-deactivated2022051]

little mix // power

[mhythology-deactivated20160909]

call me medusa for my monstrosity is not mine to bear, but yours to fear.

a.c (via domrps)

[wnq-writers]

I am fire and ruin and death and bone. I am dragon formed from ash. I will not turn to dust if you dare try and set fire to me. I will only grow stronger.

jgwhitbooks (via neverlandswriter)

[wnq-writers]

You’ve been strong for so long you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be vulnerable. Don’t you miss being human?

magnificent-stranger (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.

Michelle K. (via lehanewrites)

[nbckings]

[widowbitesandhearingaids-blog]

I used to be soft. I used to be gossamer and silk, Until it was all torn away And I was abandoned and alone. I used to be broken. I used to be shards of iron and ice, A whirlwind of broken glass, Until I learned to be more. Now I light up the night sky. Beauty fighting against the darkness, Fire and lightning mistaken for nothing more than a pretty picture, But I’ll burn you alive And look damn good doing it

I earned my place in the stars - c.k (via widowbitesandhearingaids)

[adrasteiax]

I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.

Richard Siken, from Wishbone in “Crush” (via adrasteiax)

[braterinapetrova-blog]

[fashionarmys]

[wnq-writers]

She is like a disturbed tide when it comes to her feelings. sometimes she’s full of energy and her feelings are overflowed that seems like she’s burning; but sometimes she’s completely numbed and empty that seems like her heart has frozen.

sauuvagee  (via wnq-writers)

[shesnake]

[glam-and-fashion]

[wordsnquotes]

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns  (via audrey1x1s)

[petticoat]

… she could cut glass with the diamond of her mind.

Catherynne M. Valente, from “Fade to White,” The Melancholy of Mechagirl (via hailthequeens)

[platypuspress-deactivated202401]

I will be girl with claws, heart bared and bruised and wanting. I am soul-shattering wolf-howl. I am lioness and hunt. I am more and enough. I am.

Venetta Octavia, “Maybe the Apples Grew, but It Was so Long Ago I Only Remember Seed” (via drewroywrites)