À beautiful disaster.

burn bright and eclipse--

[phoenixoxo]

I do not know why you two are circling each other like stars. It is not my cosmic dance. But I do know that you come asking after one another, when only a few strides and a handful of stairs divide you.

A Gathering of Shadows

[phoenixoxo]

Nothing is more tragic than loving someone to the depths of your soul and knowing they cannot and will not ever love you back

The Hidden Oracle

[tangled-envisioning]

[phoenixoxo]

Not all monsters were three-ton reptiles with poisonous breath. Many wore human faces.

The Hidden Oracle

[90sgeller-blog]

— leonardo dicaprio by mario sorrenti, 1995

[w-rse]

fuck

[justinlarosa]

[phoenixoxo]

Oh, gods--bacon! I promised myself that once I achieved immortality again, I would assemble the Nine Muses and together we would create an ode, a hymnal to the power of bacon, which would move the heavens to tears and cause rapture across the universe.

The Hidden Oracle

[98795498594]

[selectables]

Photo by: Nella Fullard | instagram

[phoenixoxo]

So long as they speak your name, you shall never die.

Inferno

[phoenixoxo]

There was a normal amount of beautiful a person should be allowed to look, then there was him.

Map of Fates

[sickpage]

[lue-lla-blog]

[remnant-thoughts]

I think some people only love, and cannot be loved. As in, when it comes to loving, they can love wholly; and they will love hard and whole-heartedly. But in terms of being loved, they will not accept any of it; and they find it hard to believe that there is love to be returned.

“What about you?” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)

[theslaybymic]

[phoenixoxo]

I hadn't imagined this: the feeling that, even though he had far more experience than I did, he was just as captivated as I was by how our lips took no time at all to get used to each other, the echo of our muffled breaths, the fact that it was chilly outside, but between our faces, it was nothing but soft and warm. I hadn't imagined, though maybe I should have, that this would be the physical manifestation of that way he had always looked at me, since the day we met, like he could tell what was going on inside me so well it was almost uncomfortable. I'd never been kissed by someone who knew what I wanted before I did--exactly when to run his hands through my hair, when to cup my face like it was something precious.

Map of Fates

[love-personal]