For the prince

A linked account to wherever you might stumble upon

[willofthisheart]

Is tumblr even still a thing today? I wanna talk to ppl

[willofthisheart]

I can’t believe the heat has a hold of me. I can’t handle it anymore.

[wehadfacesthen]

Martha Graham and her dancers in Heretic, 1928, photo by Soichi Sunami

[sirfrogsworth]

BAT RAVE ACTIVATE

[ligeia-of-the-rhine]

The Greek word for vampire was sarcomens, ‘flesh made by the moon’.

– Barbara Creed, from The Monstrous-Feminine.

[denisforkas]

Jiang-shī Mask (painted over Claudia Escalante’s automatic study)*, 2014

Acrylics and ink on paper, 27.7 x 21.3cm

*unavailable

[politicalsci]

[willofthisheart]

[willofthisheart]

Liiigght is buuuuurnin!!

[sridevi]

Aishwarya Rai in Silsila Ye Chahat Ka from Bhansali’s Devdas (2002).  The level of glamour and ethereal aesthetics of a girl keeping a lamp continuously lit for her love since being separated in childhood—

[bambietta666-deactivated2015090]

Yall need to watch this video it’s so fucking beautifu

[birdfingers]

that voice is insane also hair goals.

[bolma]

HONESTLY thank u all for appreciating my culture, i feel like we don’t get a lot of recognition at all. as a child, i used to feel like the odd one out for loving and admiring people like her. but seriously, indian songs/movies can be so beautiful and have so much elegance..and i think it’s really cool that you guys have noticed that

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.” - Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[willofthisheart]

[langleavpoetry]

“I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.”

— Lang Leav (via lang-leav)

[kurtcobainindresses]

omg kings

[willofthisheart]

I want to sleep

I should be asleep by now but my mother-in-law keeps me awake and she would beat me till´ I´d fall. I am not worth her family at all.

Her fists wake me up. I can sleep one second and that´s when they aren´t in my face. I don´t care if I am bleeding, neither I care for the bigger pain: is it the heart or my head?

Since a few days only I am living in a place called home but I want to go back to the place where I belong. I am not the sin of the family. But who am I? I want to sleep, but I can´t. She keeps me awake and drains my energy.

My hair feels sticky and dirty in my hands and she´s still beating the soul out of me. However, I feel as if I was under water. There´s silence. My reflex abilities are deafened and I am too weak to inspect her movements. Maybe I just haven´t shown my potential, my arms are just hanging down as well as my back tooth - my tooth?! I am waking up now. How much time passed? Who´s that? Ouch, that hurts. The floor feels unfamiliar to me, can I wake up, please? She stops. Her face shows confusion in capital words. She splashes water on my face. The women´s restroom... A lamp is flickering at the end of the hallway. I slowly pull myself towards the broken lamp.

My face hurts and I feel the blood and the tears.That whore in front of me is sweating. It´s a new type of sport she found satisfaction in.

With my arms I reach into the cold air. I am not worth it. Where are my drugs? The phone is ringing, I am too dazed to make out the owner. There´s a man´s voice sounding cold and tired. Tired as I am. “I need her alive, Pat.”

My left eye is bleeding. The blood on the floor isn´t mine but I find enjoyment in the reflecions the dark, almost black color of the blood makes, that come from the flickering light. Soon, it will be her blood. Blood on the kitchen floor. 

[willofthisheart]

[willofthisheart]

Competition is for losers. Enjoy life like I do 👉🏻👈🏻😄