— oqhelia

tris. 24. writer. he/him. taurus. infp.

[anahoresisblog]

“He cries, ‘Tell me, tell me what you feel.’ And I cannot. There is blood in my eyes, in my head.”

— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)

[oflysithea]

“Beware the wolf always, but trust the witch and the sugar-crash, the star-lore and wind that shadows your cheeks with your lashes, let the night swallow you whole again.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “If That Mockingbird Don’t Sing,” published in Oxford American (via lifeinpoetry)

[glamoroussource]

Naomi Scott for W Magazine Volume #3

[muggler]

ship [ one / ??? ] BENJAMIN BENTLEY & TIM WYMAN

Something Like Summer by Jay Bell

[milksshrimp]

gold

[finita--la--commedia]

“Always the same thing. A drop of hope glimmers, then a sea of despair begins to rage, and always the pain, always the pain, always the anguish, always one and the same thing. Being alone is a horrible anguish, he wants to call someone, but he knows beforehand that with others it is still worse.”

— Leo Tolstoy, from “The Death Of Ivan Ilyich”, translated from the Russian by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky “Все то же. То капля надежды блеснет, то взбушуется море отчаяния, и все боль, все боль, все тоска и все одно и то же. Одному ужасно тоскливо, хочется позвать кого-нибудь, но он вперед знает, что при других еще хуже.”

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

And she tried so hard to save the wilting flowers, to save them from death, she forgot that she was wilting too.

L.W. // She forgot to save herself (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[lifeinpoetry]

I am the bad daughter, the freedom fighter, the shaper of death masks. / I am the snake, I am the crone

Barbara Jane Reyes, from “Aswang,” Diwata (via lifeinpoetry)

[allthingssoulful]

Museum of the Moon in the oldest church in Cluj-Napoca. Artist Luke Jerram.

[cllytemnestra]

“Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself: Murderess, Murderess. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Alias Grace

[redlipstickresurrected]

Katrin Koenning (German, b. 1979, Ruhrgebiet, Germany, based Melbourne, Australia) - From her series The Crossing, Glow, Indefinitely and other.  Photography  More  

[lemodeles]

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

Paolo Sebastian “The Nutcracker” fw18 collection

[fantasie-improptu]

[brandonharman]

Medalian Echo Park Ca

@brandonharman

[lovefulls]

She had a death grip on herself, she softened for none; and leeched coldness from the night, drew strength from the sun

from “Queens and Heroines and the Like” | d.x.y (via dawnisgone)

[honeysuckledthighs]

I see you for everything you are; both honey and thorns.

Honeysuckledthighs, “You Are a Meadow I Get Lost In” (via honeysuckledthighs)