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“I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.”
— Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ (via weltenwellen)
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oscar wilde - fast beating hearts, red wine left out overnight, victorian shirts, a crisp autumn breeze, holding hands with someone you shouldn’t, a painter staring at a blank canvas, brown coats, meticulously done hair, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, gold rings
mary shelley - billowing curtains, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, earl grey tea, old anatomy books, losing a loved one too soon, purple bruises, a red velvet dress, a calcified heart, half written love letters, fountain pens, moss covered gravestones
fyodor dostoevsky - leather bound books, dust covered homes, pawn shops, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, thrifted classics, an empty hallway, a spoonful of sugar, rushed handwriting, stale vodka, an old hat, pebbles from a driveway
bram stoker - dried blood on a white shirt, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, an old record playing on repeat, gothic churches, pining over poets, a scraped knee, pomegranate seeds, tobacco incense, a forgotten supper, hands stripped from over-washing, a tattered portrait of an unknown man