A Rose-Scented Wreck

I'm Phoebe. I'm 20 and I still bite my nails.

[stphoebe]

I’m somewhere else now, thx

[lifeinpoetry]

I am the finite that wants its infinite. Love infinites me.

Hélène Cixous, from “What is it o’clock?” Stigmata: Escaping Texts (via lifeinpoetry)

[misheard-great-comet-lyrics]

It’s such a shame to bury girls in the country

[stphoebe]

IS THIS NOT THE LINE.... MY LIFE IS A LIE

[vital-dust]

[theoldestchorusgirlintheworld]

Having no sources of intimacy in your daily life and therefore resorting to learning as much as you can as a way to pass the time is such a sad cycle, every single day its like what can I become obsessively interested in this time to vaguely simulate companionship and a temporary sense of purpose that I know will eventually make me feel even more alone because even if I find meaning and enjoyment it is completely irrelevant to and isolated from everyone and everything else

[stphoebe]

I’m actually only back on tumblr because War and Peace is ruining my life sry

[great-comet-shitposts]

Pierre during Preparations: “lol Anatole you go get eloped! Have fun buddy! Sure here’s some money! Wanna party?

*mere hours later*

Marya D: ”- NATASHA AND ANATOLE KURAGIN!!!

Pierre internally:

[stphoebe]

[meetingthestoryteller]

[otherwindow]

[red-faced-wolf-deactivated20251]

Same

[gaysun-deactivated20230205]

a man apologizing: hey im sorry you have feelings :(

[rob-walks-deactivated20210614]

[thirdchildart]

Hades ascended in his war chariot to confront her, wreathed in shadows and flame, pulled by dark horses.  The dryads of the poplar and willow trees fled before him, and the grasses shriveled to ash under obsidian hooves. “BRIGHT LADY. I OFFER A THRONE. A KINGDOM. A CROWN. DESCEND WITH ME. RULE OVER THE HALLS OF THE DEAD” His voice echoed with centuries of stone, his eyes bright with black flames.   Persephone eyed the tall and terrible Lord thoughtfully. “You’re scorching my violets.”

The Illustrated Hades and Persephone, Megan C. Lloyd (via thirdchildart)

[catwalkcats]

Lea Seydoux by Eric Guillemain for Elle Korea March 2013

[micawindow]

Me listening to a thunderstorm: this honestly goes off

[airtafae]

and all these love songs are now about you.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

I want a god who stands mute with me a long, dull night on a hill, very still, without reaching.

Katie Ford, closing lines to “Sonnet 18,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 46, no. 2, March/April 2017)