The world through my eyes

[valkyrianmood]

[valkyrianmood]

[firstfullmoon]

“You can’t remember what they did to you. Your loneliness isn’t welcome here, you know, but still you walk the dream-lit village, looking for someone gentle enough. There must be an animal trapped under your shirt, you think, because little claws scratch against your chest and you throb there, but you’re afraid to look because looking means remembering.”

— Sara Eliza Johnson, from “Parable of the Unclean Spirit”

[nyanakin]

we talk about this scene a lot, but somehow Daniel still doesn’t get enough credit for having the absolute balls of steel required to bitch out a 500-year old serial killer on the regular (you KNOW it wasn’t a one time thing)

[abandonedography]

Beautiful abandoned castle in France

Source: State of decay

[valentina-poem]

[quotemadness]

“I’m not open with many people. I’m usually very quiet and I don’t really like attention. So if I like you enough to show you the real me, you must be very special.”

— Unknown

[valkyrianmood]

[quotemadness]

“Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.”

— Faraaz Kazi

[metamorphesque]

— The Truth the Dead Know, Anne Sexton

[text ID: It is June. I am tired of being brave.]

[manie-sans-delire-x]

How is Louis deserving of the title “Merciful Death”? Because he feels guilty? The truly merciful death is clearly Armand when he lures and murders suicidal people.

[nyanakin]

why go with something that makes sense when you can be The Vagabond Angel Child of Satan™️

[valkyrianmood]

[metamorphesque]

from Yesterday he still looked in my eyes... by Marina Tsvetaeva

[greeksblog]

What a marvelous feeling it would be,

if we could say exactly how we felt.

What a monumental victory.

What a terrifying thought.

[quotemadness]

“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.”

— Joanne Harris

[kurja-tales]

That's the thing about people who haven't been loved much..They think about every kind gesture, a slightest touch of fingers, kind smiles, random acts of love, intimacy in every small thing done. They find that love wherever they can cause it was never given to them freely. They don't ask for love, they search for it everywhere.

[deviika]

Vincent Van Gogh // John Keats