I really think capes and cloaks should come back in fashion like whoever decided they weren’t fashionable anymore should fight me
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I really think capes and cloaks should come back in fashion like whoever decided they weren’t fashionable anymore should fight me
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This is not a lament, it’s the cry of a bird of prey. An iridescent and restless bird. A kiss upon the dead face.
Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life (via bibliochor)
my neutral expression makes me look like im always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true
I feel like the word  shatter.
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s TaleÂ
naughty crown killers get sent to jail in the elevatorÂ
@alexandria-hypatia  @bloodtopology
Alone in the Mountains by Daria Rashev
L.Crepon -Â Sabbath of the fox DevilsÂ
@ruinrome and i’s nerevarines… going to try to draw more doodles like this in the future
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…silence returned and it grew quiet about me, and I sat alone in this treacherous silence.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via whyallcaps)
Jeanne d’Arc, Albert Lynch | Various Storms and Saints, Florence + the Machine
Guilt lingers like the smell of death and nothing can free me from this cloud of blood.
Sarah Kane, from Sarah Kane: Complete Plays; “Crave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
…meaning has dried like blood.
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
She wants wreckage, she wants scorched earth, she wants broken glass.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via ohproserpine)
When you fall off a building right next to the boat and Megan doesn’t say anything but you can feel her judging you
Do you have a valentine?
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