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lydia martin inspiration  /  @unholywood.

[martyroshkas]

designed by sephoné.   my full collection of muses  &  all info is here.   do not interact if you are under 18.   this is a sideblog to @unholywood for lydia martin of mtv’s teen wolf  (mythology based,  incredibly canon-divergent).  anti - jeff davis.  

i have not taken root.     i have not grown. here in the green  &  the black  &  the wildness of it.  the thickness, the dark,  the garden grows around me  &  through me  &  out of me.  i'll be more poison than person. more flower than substance. my rebirth,  inside my own mind. unverified,  unverifiable,  i'm not interested in checking.  but if you cut me open, would all the meat of me be florid  &  strange  &  growing?   if i cut myself open, would i excavate rot?

womb  /   manhood    —   reference.   this is a general tag for my discussion of what i feel defines her idea of womanhood,  her senses of feminine as malady.  

runs in the family   —   reference.   general family chaos tag. 

[velvetdoll]

lady chatterley’s lover (1981)

[lunamonchtuna]

Wuthering Heights 2011, (dir. andrea arnold)

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ig: @kendall_leigh96

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@sarahostiguy

[daenerys-stormborn]

[meanwhileoutsidethecave]

The Night Porter

Dir: Liliana Cavani

Cin: Alfio Contini

[twelvewednesdaysago]

Visit Original Link

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[ex0skeletal-undead]

Golem II by Dusty Ray on Twitter

This artist on Instagram // BigCartel

[lunite-aa]

☾    𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖: phase four in a study feat. @unholywood    ( … )    ¹  Unknown/   ² The Nymph Caught the Dryad in her Arms, HR Millar (1904) /   ³  Xena Warrior Princess /   ⁴ Morning Song, Sara Teasdale    /   ⁵ The Shiver of the Vampires, Jean Rollin    /    ⁶ Honey, Halsey    /    ⁷ Killing Eve    [ ACCOMPANIMENT.  |  VISUAL STUDY. ]

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Philip Larkin, An Arundel Tomb

The Lovers of Valdaro

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Dylan Thomas, And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Homer, The Iliad (trans. Alexander Pope)

Definition of ya’aburnee

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HOLLIDAY GRAINGER and ANNA PAQUIN

Tell It to The Bees (2018) dir. Annabel Jankel

[muscosus]

the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf

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Nox Lapis, Adam Burke

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i could just drink you in. @ lydia

M.   a chalice of the lips,   a cusp of seasonal fruits  &  sap-stained bark.  your mouth is wine.  your mouth is mine.   the halls were littered with outer layers of their attire,  sharded vases  &  the broken spines of books that had been evicted from the shelves of clumsy-bidden claimants.   the dining table,  swept of its contents,  groaned beneath the weight of the pair;  high pitched  &  juddering in the entangled maims. 

the pacification came by their concupiscent mouth catching hers,  over  &  over as dreamless fever.  the only sound was the exchange of lips  &  laboured breathing as hands worked to derobe the other.  their mouth was distracting.  it had been a long time since she’d been kissed like this  (maybe forever).  she did not hear the distinct tearing of her slip but felt the hands that grasped the pith of cellulite dimpled thighs  &  toyed the spectacled heat of her.  cupping her to cusp of the table,  bowing as they sought to disengage her mouth;   she held the kiss  &  reluctantly relinquish them in a red-faced abrasion.

splaying her,  their head lowered with open-mouthed kisses from her knees to the shallow of her thighs as her back-arched into the table,  fingers intertwined in hair  &  torrid gasps at the finesse of a hungered tongue that sought to taste  &  ready her.  it elevated the strike of hot iron in the hollows of being.  fleshy thighs held as the parting glass  &  guttural unfurl of her with a shuddering jaw.  they sought each other with greed. 

mouths returned;  now honey-bitten with her arousal  &  wet tongues in exchange of this.  with her skirt hoisted aside,  thighs astride  &  the swell of their cloth-parted shaft strained against her,  she quivers in the navel  &  disrupts their kiss with an unexpected mewl.  the bridge of her nose meets to theirs as her hands deftly unbutton them  &  meet with half-lidded eyes.   “   oblige me,  ellis.   i want you inside me.  ”   breathy cloying undertones of her fervorous plea.  with flesh bare of them,  waist intertwined  &  a blooming calyx;    they oblige her.  together,   they still for a moment in the full sensation  &  whimper in carnal unison of undoing interfusion. 

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EUPHORIA Season 2, Episode 1: Trying to Get to Heaven Before They Close the Door