of scarlet blood

sanguine trails left by drips from manicured nails, brought to crimson painted lips. don't let the viper's poison strike, darling.

[wordsnquotes]

She wanted a storm to match her rage.

George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via wordsnquotes)

[nitratedamile]

Gone With The Wind (1939)

[lsseymiyake]

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

Elie Saab fall 2016 couture

[cinemamoremio]

Elizabeth Taylor by J.R. Eyerman

[blvesturngold-blog]

Control // Halsey

[thequotejournals]

Part of me still loves. More of me doesn’t.

James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via wnq-anonymous)

[ofscarletruby]

[ofscarletruby]

[luthienne]

…my spite was sharp as broken glass.

Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Tiger’s Bride” (via luthienne)

[thewinedarksea]

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch (via thewinedarksea)

[stephanieofrp]

She was dark, and she was sharp. Her words cut like blades. Her eyes burned like coals. I hated her with every inch of my being… and yet, when she put her lips on mine, I could have sworn I was in heaven.

In love with the devil (via stephanieofrp)

[akanesource]

The amount of time I spend in my parked car waiting for a song to finish is getting ridiculous #cooltunestho

[1010ll]

[ohproserpine-deactivated2015053]

MEDEA : Tell me, How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?

Euripides, Medea (via klytemnestre)

[lostlostinthemusic]

Visit Original Link

Leonard Cohen - So Long, Marianne

[wordsnquotes]

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)