RATTLING BONES

Oh, Atlas, tell me how heavy a burden it is to carry the weight of the heavens upon your weary shoulders.

[unholyprophecies]

ESPERANZA “RANZA” CORONA

A duality of hot and cold taken human form, benevolence on a leash, silent thoughts which flow like a steady stream, grudges growing like little weeds between ribs. The Gentle Razor. 43. Councilperson. Former medic. BIOGRAPHY || HEADCANONS || CONNECTIONS

JAIMIE “JAY” KING

A gaze always focused elsewhere, muted thoughts, the slow slither of a snake, clenched fists even in sleep, fleet-footed and chasing a better chance at survival, the curling and dissipating steam rising from a coffee cup. The Shifting Shadow. 31. Hunter. BIOGRAPHY || HEADCANONS || CONNECTIONS

MARCELLA “MARS” ESPADA-SHIRAZI

Wrath and anguish personified, a mother without a child, reverberating echoes of a past long gone, snuffed out candles, writhing shadows, a heart wrapped in thorns. The Burning Requiem. 38. Engineer. BIOGRAPHY || HEADCANONS || CONNECTIONS

[viva-1a-resistance]

i really love the phrase “with all due respect” because it doesn’t specify how much respect is due. could be none. bitch.

[natsuluna]

Damaris Lewis aka #Blackfire aka Prince’s Muse.

[soracities]

“A body — storehouse of thunder and anchor of tenderness.”

— Adonis, from “The Time” (trans. Kamal Abu Deeb)

[billy-crudup]

THE WHITE LOTUS | 2.07 BYG

[pansoph]

Euripides’ Hecuba c. 424 BC

[campmiasmas]

YOU (2018- ) cr. Greg Berlanti and Sera Gamble

[triggerparty]

“keep this in mind, I want to burn the world.”

[antigonick]

“— all those layers of silence on silence.”

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[deactivated-blog]

mazikeen in 1.08

[mazqueen]

[tolerateit]

“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live

[lifeinpoetry]

If your mother disowns her own mother, and her mother disowns her mother before that, and you then disown your mother, is it a grudge or a genetic trait?

— Rachel Wiley, from "The Mother Riddle," Revenge Body

[endiness]

Red Riding: The Year of Our Lord 1980 (2009)

[quotemadness]

Deep in your wounds are seeds waiting to grow into beautiful flowers.

Niti Majethia (via quotemadness)

[wounden]

“…In my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.”

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet (via wordsnquotes)

[antigonick]

“ORION : You are beautiful when you are murderous. You have the skin of your enemies between your teeth and their pleadings under your nails and you look like a burning pyre.A silence. Pure. Purifying.”

— Pauline Albanese, The Lost Arrows