*SURPRISE

ELIZABETH BENNING OF YOUNG FRANKENSTIEN --adored by bella

[pale-fume]

[mukbangs]

[luthienne]

No. I was not afraid of him; but of myself. I seemed reborn in his unreflective eyes, reborn in unfamiliar shapes. I hardly recognized myself from his descriptions of me and yet, and yet – might there not be a grain of beastly truth in them?

Angela Carter, from “The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories” (via trojanbled)

[the--girl--in--yellow]

Her voice was like honey; her smile could distract the devil himself.

(via canadiemrps)

[zenmasterscentral]

[vinegarvic]

[4am-reflections]

He looks at her like he just realized what love is.

4am (via musingisms)

[colinarthurgeoffrey]

give me a broken, self-loathing man who firmly believes no one could ever love him and a strong-willed woman who doesn’t take any of his shit and gradually becomes his light and hope and sun and stars and i assure you i will ship it til my dying breath

[groovybisexual]

[enstorie]

[grincarved]

roseruin:

oomshi

I may not seem like it but I’m extremely competitive & if you challenge me to something I will slaughter you & destroy any pride you have

[qvakewrites]

eiza gonzález for latina magazine, may/june 2017.

[pastellyricswallpapers]

believer // imagine dragons

[aestheticalspace]

[xxhorace]

Drew Barrymore

[srprisin-blog]

christine :

often so she wondered if she were construed as far too naive  &  daft. certainly so the young soprano would grow flustered at impurities  (    yet she was not devoid of them    )   yet now , adjacent to her companion and vermillion altering a ivory complexion from embarrassment does she look down sheepishly at digits twined upon her lap. 

❝    i      i assumed  ?  , the girls in the corps often dress so         ❞   brows furrowed , a lamb upon wolves was she. lost , confused. in need of a shepherd.   ❝     well , provocative.  i am very new to this , please forgive me , i have performed once as a promiscuous role yet even then she held a demeanor i was much more known to.    ❞

innocence.  Aminta was swayed and seduced by Don Juan in that opera  /  his opera. and for a moment the impulse which over came her that evening was one she knew not resided within her.  the blush furiously return ; shifting uncomfortable in her seat at the thought. a trap , she was prey. yet why did she feel in control.   ❝   how do you act on passion  ?  without  ————-    ❞   becoming a blubbering child  ?   but that was only the taunt her own thoughts bestowed.   ❝    carmen ,  i am hopeless.    ❞

Carmen looked at her confused apprentice. smirked slowly falling down as she saw Christine’s discomfort and embarrassment. It was hardly something to be embarrassed about, sensuality needed to be embraced, it holds a new kind of power. 

“ You seek comfort in innocence, because that is what alluring to him about you huh ? “  Her smile returned, softer and less strident.  “ Use that. Find what makes him want you. Take his passion to know your own. If a man does not want me....well he will soon enough.” Soft lips parted for a moment to grant a quiet chuckle, a hand reached out to brush away hair from Christine’s face.  “ Most of all you need to trust yourself. “ 

[royalsuggestions]

First and foremost; I am above you