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[dreamsleftunspoken]

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was forgive someone who was never sorry.

(via dreamsleftunspoken)

[quotesndwords]

Be fucking selfish. I don’t think people get told this enough and it’s kind of sad. Selfish doesn’t always mean in a bad way, sometimes putting yourself first is important. Heck, I say do it all the time.

(via quotesndpoems)

[dixie-biscuit-deactivated201710]

[medeae]

this here. this empty porch swing, this sepia. this is God’s country, but they stopped inviting him a long time ago. the devil isn’t called Morningstar here. he’s beyond a fallen angel - but he’s the king and everyone wants to be his queen. oh yes, everyone’s a witch, except they aren’t put on trial here. they’re the judge and jury. the old man calls himself sacred, calls his house holy. he doesn’t go to church. sinner, they whisper. you’ll go to hell. they burn him down as he sleeps. the last temple, razed to the ground. this is God’s country. but the devil’s a tenant, and everyone’s paying his rent.

enter: the fallen, the falling, Venetta O. (southern gothic prompt by mythaelogy)

[wickedwitchgreen]

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Hold my hand Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river Hold my hand, Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down

[antiquery]

AND EVEN UNTO DEATH: songs for a backcountry october.

cold and dead by william elliot whitmore | christabel by robert earl keen | snake song by townes van zandt | billie jean by the civil wars | all saints day by the silent comedy | in the woods somewhere by hozier | the armadillo jackal by robert earl keen | ghost riders in the sky by johnny cash

[maxkirin]

Monsters are tragic beings; they are born too tall, too strong, too heavy, they are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy.

Ishiro Honda (via maxkirin)

[raisedbetter-blog]

         I’m something DANGEROUS;                                   with  g u n p o w d e r  in my VEINS                                                              and DAGGERS in my g a z e

         I’m a  l i v i n g  WEAPON —                                    a  t i c k i n g  TIMEBOMB                                                           — and you can’t DISARM me

[mymouthisfullofstars]

i am a weapon my words are knives and my touch is poison and i am not the kind you save

stop me, stop me (via mymouthisfullofstars)

[l-e-v-blog]

“the harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved”

[amixoffics]

the blood will always                               stain                                        my hands

and no matter how much i                  clean                         them the      blood              still                    remains                               under                                       my s   k   i   n

[lostcap]

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

[cfmusings-blog]

even monsters have something they want to protect.                     and they’d kill to keep them safe.

[hernietta]

tell me the tale of the lost boys with hollow eyes and aching hearts who went astray so long ago they no longer remember what home is

cursed to forever wander through a lonely world | r.h. (via jeremysknox)

[gym-leader-merida-blog]

if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

[wordsnquotes]

Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my f*cking heart does.

Anis Mojgani (via wordsnquotes)

[hemoglobin]