courthearted: ( Emi )
‘ um , i don’t think so. ’
— whose coat would she even offer ? her own ??
❝ I have an extra, are you sure ??? You look as pale as the fresh snow. ❞
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courthearted: ( Emi )
‘ um , i don’t think so. ’
— whose coat would she even offer ? her own ??
❝ I have an extra, are you sure ??? You look as pale as the fresh snow. ❞
courthearted: ( yoshimura )
‘ … ’
❝ Do you need an extra coat ??? ❞
sb: says something bad about Seijou’s girl’s team Natsuki:
“You are alive. You will survive this. I know this because I survived. You know that. They try to destroy you by taking your pride and your strength, but those things cannot be taken, n o t f r o m y o u. N o t e v e r .
A dangerous beauty.
lick that tragedy off your lips, rip it out of your heart, gouge your eyes out before he begs you for them
an excerpt from my chapbook (via whereicarusfell)
“I feel like God; alone.
Dan Baucom (via viperslang)
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
i found god in myself and i loved her i loved her fiercely
Ntozake Shange (via sluteverbabe)
…you’re like an angel, nothing touches you.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ (via aegeane)
هزار بار ديگرم سر شكوفه كردن است I have yet to bloom a thousand times more…
Qahar Aasi (via soracities)
For there is something in the eyes that is not in the cathedral
Vincent Van Gogh (via soracities)
( yoshimura )
— eyelashes fluttering in a series of blinks & arms knocking together, she chews her lips. shifts on her feet, legs that of a newborn pony’s beneath her. lopsided yet casual. as if she has nothing else to do with herself.
fingers fidget at hair. to no avail, she tries to ignore the slight flush to her face.
‘ …thank you. ’
though she feels no gratitude.
Fingers reach down to grab the extra ponytail holder that was wrapped around the wrist, wondering if the ponytail wasn’t tight enough & that’s why the other was playing with it. The flush was noted but it was most likely due to the heat of the gym.
❝ I actually wanted to talk to you about something, so the walk would be a nice time. ❞
The words were spoken while she holds out the ponytail holder out to the other.
Keep your grip steady. Pray your knees don’t fail you. You cannot falter now. The sky is in your hands.
Atlas keep your back straight, the stars love kissing your hands // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
Stardust fell from her lips, and she bled out liquid gold. She was the entire universe wrapped up in a girl, and it was far too much to contain
Bursting apart | thoughts from the stars (via padfvvt)
My dust-angel, my winter solitude, it’s always been you.
Michelle Tudor, You Are the Map (via gaugua)