laughing virgin
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

JVL
todays bird

Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe
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trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium

JBB: An Artblog!
sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
$LAYYYTER
Stranger Things

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tannertan36
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

#extradirty
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Mike Driver

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@wings-that-broke
laughing virgin
“I wish the hound were here”
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There is no academy where you can learn to be yourself; there is no line manager slowly urging you toward the correct answer. You are midwife to yourself, and will give birth to yourself, over and over, in dark rooms, alone.
Caitlin Moran, How to Build a Girl (via cafetoile)
I could keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.
edit request meme: a song of ice and fire / game of thrones + favorite scene → sansan // requested by @jeyne
☪ Embrace of the Shadowby MariaPetrova
Konstantin Flavitsky - The Tarakanova princess, 1864
James Jebusa Shannon (1862-1923) - Lady Marjorie Manners, 1906
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via books-n-quotes)
Men reject their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and honor those whom they have slain.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ (via literatuer)
Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | constellations
I carry a body full of secrets and my bones align the universe within me.
I waited too long for you. I will devour you, love you into flame,…
H.D., fromCollected Poems: 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks,” (via xshayarsha)
s u b u r b a n // c u r s e
@fancyarousal
A-Z Gods Challenge | C - Cernunnos
Her hair was a rich autumn auburn, her eyes a deep Tully blue. Grief had given her a haunted, vulnerable look; if anything, it had only made her more beautiful. ♡
the wedding: expectations v reality
myth moodboard » athena
Her battle cry echoes across bloody fields in time to slashing steel. When she joins the ranks, blood streaming across her skin as easily as sweat, she leads the surge of army against army. Brave, the soldiers mutter as they spot her in armor, killing her way across the battlefield. Genius, they say when her battle prowess leads the army to devour her enemies whole. She holds worship in one hand and fear in the other, for all know that those who dare defy her will meet an unhappy end.