ya lit meme: [4/9] quotes → the secret history by donna tartt
beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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ya lit meme: [4/9] quotes → the secret history by donna tartt
beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
in her heart, there was an empire of corpses – growing and growing.
v.c | overflowing; until the cages broke. (via erebius)
….There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing — for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.
Jerry Waxman (via fyp-science)
To fight a monster, one must dance on the edge of oblivion, taunting fate and death. To fight a monster, one must become one, but not so absolutely as to lose their humanity. Taste the blood, tear out the heart, but reign in the beast in your soul, whispering ‘Not today, my lion, my monster, my demon: Today, we still wear the guise of mankind.’ Cage it, forget about it, leave it to gather dust–– But on the nights the moon is dark, On the nights the wind howls and there is no light, then you will remember no beast can be caged forever.
Eventually, you will become what you once fought so hard against. (CNS)
two word starters
“ don’t stop ”
“ please don’t ”
“ don’t shoot ”
“ give it ”
“ shut up ”
“ damn it! ”
“ stop it! ”
“ you’re crazy ”
“ that’s insane ”
“ get out! ”
“ don’t leave ”
“ i’m tired ”
“ that’s bad ”
“ be honest ”
“ be careful ”
“ be nice ”
“ you’re wrong ”
“ go home ”
“ watch it ”
“ fuck me ”
“ kiss me ”
“ we can’t… ”
“ we shouldn’t… ”
“ you’re perfect ”
“ that’s awful ”
describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.
… I would destroy them with the carelessness of a god.
Jamaica Kincaid, from The Autobiography of My Mother (via lifeinpoetry)
STARTER CALL !?!
… I cannot save you though I burn with dreams.
Marge Piercy, from “Crescent moon like a canoe,” Moon is Always Female (via soracities)
victorious // panic! at the disco
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Sarah Williams,”The Old Astronomer” (via hofdingi)
blog reboot !
❛ the SOUL CAIRN is such a dull place. i’ll wager you’re afraid to leave. ❜
‘ hmph , such mundane things to be hung upon . hunt for pretty things like a magpie , if you must , but i am not here for the sake of such vanity . ‘
❛ i’ve not began to entertain myself with you yet, vampire. don’t reject me so soon. there is so much for you to see. ❜
starter call!