𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞.

〞when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to l i c k it off K N I V E S. (   penned by chrissie.   )

[eliotwauh]

… That, and my hair.

[chloedeckar]

[wnq-writers]

She whispers lies of poison and honey.

espereia (via satanxwrites)

[redroseclub-deactivated20191130]

i love calling my self a Bitch but if a man calls me a bitch im gonna step on his throat an snap his neck

[poems-she-wrote]

She had a face like a goddess, beautiful and pure. But her soul is dark, as if the devil himself gave it to her.

poems-she-wrote (via poems-she-wrote)

[bostonpoetryslam]

The only thing I remember from my childhood is when you are scared make yourself tall. I’m the tallest girl alive. I’m the tallest knife. No throat can hold me.

Dalton Day, from the title poem of To Breathe I’m Too Thin (via bostonpoetryslam)

[anistonjen]

[gillianandersons]

[filmgifs]

[desperate-housewives]

[robertdeniro]

[teachersgazebo-deactivated20200]

“She has a mouth like unswept glass—-when you least expect it she cuts you.”

Junot Diaz, “Otravida, Otravez  (via incjghafas)

[arabwife]

I’ll get over it I just gotta be dramatic first

[antigonick]

Her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite.

Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend (via antigonick)

[gothicmusings]

[undersunrise]

mexicanheaux:

“youre obsessed with yourself” and youre not??? sad. tragic.

[adreamersmusings-blog]

Watch your tongue around her. She will bear her fangs and tear you apart with all the grace of a queen.

that beast is a woman (via adreamersmusings)