#oh florence

[solitairians]

I do not find worthiness in virtue I no longer try to be good it didn't keep me safe like you told me that it would

[romangoldendream]

He hated her, and he wanted her at the same time. And that kiss ... that first kiss of hatred and fire that he gave her, would haunt him  for years. Cosimo regretted having given it to her, burned his soul with it. He longed for that woman, the same one who had destroyed all his hopes, his previous state, his chosen and real life. His works of art, his relationship with Bianca, his lover ... everything he really was. Contessina had also come by force, to take everything from him. But still he wanted her that day. Years later he would know. He would know the force of true desire, of the lust he had felt for his own fiancée that first day. And he hated himself for that. 

[the-cheshire-cat-grin]

Only one at work so you already know I’m blasting Florence and the Machine

[what-the-dickens]

Tfw you get papal permission to steal dante's bones but the franciscans wont tell you where they hid the box o' bones

[radscuttle]

I BELIEVE HER!

I BELIEVE HER!

I BELIEVE HEEEERRRR!!!!!

[forwhenmybrainhurts]

I’m sorry for the atrocious quality of this, but I need you to understand. This was the beginning of all the emotions for me, writing Sour Times. Catch the rest of the playlist here.

I mean, seriously. We got beasts, the moon, love, religion, wolves, passion, intensity and all the rest of that good stuff that makes me love UMY so much.

I’m writing Part 2, but life keeps getting in the way. I’m sure we all know that feeling. However, I am seriously tempted to do an E L James (as much as I despise her work), and turn this fanfic into a money spinner. Who wants to make this happen with me? If no one does, I’m going to try it anyway. I’m so broke, and desperately need to get out of working in retail...

[these-yellow-sands]

Florence + The Machine - What Kind Of Man

[infinitelysaved]

and i heard your heart beating