[anxeious]

[endless-unfolding]

“We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are.”

— Laura Van Prooyen, from “This Child”

[love]

[kuutamosonaatti]

Wuthering Heights

Kate Bush

[victormalonso]

tantas lunas | © víctor m. alonso

[mujer que mira al mar]

[hauntedearth]

[clickbaitcowboy]

I’m eating bone marrow in the woods don’t talk to me

[metamorphesque]

― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

[nickstanley]

Classiebawn Castle, Mullaghmore Co. Sligo

[endless-unfolding]

“We keep telling the other, I love you and I love you, and we do, though we both know where the knives are.”

— Laura Van Prooyen, from “This Child”

[givemearmstopraywith]

i’m a clove of garlic and God is crushing me under a knife so i add flavour to the soup

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“Resistance” by Traci Brimhall

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[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare

[typodescript]

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[heavensghost]

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when love becomes impossible

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[candiedspit]

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[mothprincess]

“Dreamed blood tastes like salt As if in human failure lay the silence of God”

— Salt by Huang Fan tr. Huang Fan & Margaret Ross (via decreation)