without guilt

this is now a monument; for all the things i once were & all the things i once had

[ultraheroin]

I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do. [insp; x, x]

[freudarchives]

[…] Evil. It climbed into me. It didn’t mean to.

Anne Sexton, “Is It True?” The Awful Rowing Toward God  (via feestje)

[facinaoris]

The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence.

[propertiesofjoy]

peter brown / huguette clark

[xshayarsha]

Bertel Thorvaldsen’s sketches for his statue ‘Eros and Psyche’.

[icried4you]

photographed by Julia Palacheva for Rebel Magazine

[fragrantblossoms]

Robert Mapplethorpe, Calla Lily, 1988.                 

[darkduet-ab]

… THE HEART OF KETTERDAM.

[queensaba]

a darker shade of magic. playlist inspired by the shades of magic series by v.e. schwab. 

[silenabeauregard-archive]

PJO ALPHABET EDIT MEME  → annabeth chase

You drool when you sleep.

[seandorothy]

[goffiks]

meanwhile - richard siken // dracula - bram stoker

[skskskskdkdnfnfnfnf]

FAVES OF THE DECADE: 2010 ☆ Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

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The girl touched the collar at her neck, the fetter at her wrist. So many men had tried to make her a queen. Now she understood that she was meant for something more. The Darkling had told her he was destined to rule. He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it.

For the living and the dead, she would make herself a r e c k o n i n g.

She would r i s e.

[nikov]

IF WE WERE VILLAINS: POSTERS OF PLAYS 

“For us, everything was a performance.” A small, private smile catches me off guard and I glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “Everything poetic.”

[ladyeowyn]

@fandomaestheticnet​ pride month event » Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli Everyone should have to declare one way or another, and it should be this big awkward thing whether you’re straight, gay, bi, or whatever. I’m just saying. Anyway, I don’t know if any of this is helping. I guess I’m a little off my game (kind of a weird day for me, too). But just know I’m sorry this is hitting you out of nowhere. And I’m thinking about you. Love, Jacques

[akhilleis]

thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

mary shelley, frankenstein