:: vox et indignatios

once you've taken a few punches and realize you're not made of glass— valentina jane nott. twenty six years old. she/her. journalist. pain in the arse & the family rebel. clandestine badass. ⊰ proud diva of colour ⊱ —you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go.

[iinkheart]

Close your eyes and let the fragrance transport you to the memory of a moment of quiet reflection. Around you, the city bustles, noisy and frenetic. At the heart of chaos is a break from the daily rush: a silent alcove behind a veil of steam, the scratch of an ink-loaded quill against parchment and the rich vapors of the finest ceylon tea accompanied by freshly baked muffins. The chemical tang of makeup accompanies — artificial but ever reminiscent of wild nights out.

♛ Character Development — AMORTENTIA                                                    ↳ Valentina Jane Nott 

[certasluas]

[coral]

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, and Other Poems (via feellng)

[wordsnquotes]

I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.

Viola De Lesseps, “Shakespeare in Love (1998).“

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)