deceit most divine.

oh, there's poison in your soul, and it's d a n c i n g in your veins like smoke and blood and sing-song taunts. prosperina titanos, inspiration blog.

[wnq-music]

So would I be out of line, if I said I miss you?

Incubus, “I Miss You,” Make Yourself (via wnq-music)

[voguelovesme]

Daga Ziober & Holly Rose by Ben Hassett for Vogue Russia Dec 2013

[papamoscasazul-blog]

Christine Rocas and Abigail Simon - Joffrey Ballet.  © Gina Uhlmann Photography

[wordsnquotes]

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness (via scarletsaints)

[vazakinada]

She never says his name anymore afraid of choking on the past, but the past is always there hiding, burning her eyes with stars that never fall.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

I feel foreign in my own skin. But you touch all the distant places in me and bring them home.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[wnq-writers]

Little by little pieces of her soul started falling off in decay like exhausted petals off a dying flower.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

Your absence sinks in me and I try to spit it out but I open my mouth and pieces of my soul escape me.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

The past has polluted my heart, its ghosts stealing every beat that beats for a future.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

She sat there alone with her heart infected by darkness, wanting nothing to harm her infection, wanting nothing to heal it.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

Words break viciously in my mouth and I bleed a violent silence.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

She sheds her soul the same way a snake sheds skin, ridding herself away is a part of her nature.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[wnq-writers]

She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[vazakinada]

She speaks her heart out, then with regret, swallows it back like vomit.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[ms-mandy-m]

[kloica]

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[wnq-anonymous]

You silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bulletproof. You keep trying to turn your heart bomb shelter. Stop, darling. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what you were born to do. It will not be beautiful, but the truth never is. Come now, you promised yourself. You promised you’d live through this.

Clementine von Radics, “There is the Worst and Then There is More,” Mouthful of Forevers (via wnq-anonymous)

[vazakinada]

There is so much of me that is missing,’ she declared, in a tiny voice, ‘something keeps on taking me away and I fail to stop it and I am afraid that one day I’ll wake up and nothing of me would be left and I wouldn’t know where it has all gone.’

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)