mason is the best guy alive he is he funniest most handsome PERFECT guy i’ve ever met in my life i LOVE him so much ugh skinny KING !!
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mason is the best guy alive he is he funniest most handsome PERFECT guy i’ve ever met in my life i LOVE him so much ugh skinny KING !!
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Reflections in the sun | Sahara Desert, Morocco (2015)
The Witch (2015) dir. Robert Eggers
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“I am fragile and unholy. Open. Ravage. Eat.”
— Tanaka Mhishi, Literary Sexts II (via thelovejournals)
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“What if I am nothing but a viper who wants to poison everything he touches?”
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“& all I could hear was hunger, sainted, / stretched between the shrines of my teeth.”
— Scherezade Siobhan, from “Volver (Dame tu mano),” published in Pidgeonholes
“he is handsome, her lover — the sort of beauty found in a tempest, his face alight with the rolling of thunder, of lightning toiling in a copper cauldron. these are hands that could kill, she thinks, and his fingers tremble at the dunes of her aorta, almost reverent — these are hands that have tasted blood. he kisses her and there is a war at the back of her closed eyelids — for a moment, they are as one; for a moment, death is under hand, a devout mistress. she wonders; is godhood always a tremor, or is it only when one loves; and oh, why is that love so akin to a sacrificial pyre, to ritual consumption?”
— yet still Semele drinks the wine september 28th, 2018 / / lianna schreiber