lifeinpoetry:

I was tired of surviving.
My heart had outgrown me. It wanted too much love,

too much sadness, too many arrows and glasses of wine.

Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Thanatos,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod

orpheuslament:

orpheuslament:

they hate me for finding romance in the violent & violence in the romantic. also for the killing

is the person who reblogged this like 20 times okay

tulipsofthemorning:

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inneroptics:
“unknown
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inneroptics:

unknown

metamorphesque:

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Jean-Joseph Perraud, Le Désespoir (Despair) 

bebemoon:

“I am thorn-caught in this world of dreams.”

The White Road of the Moon, Rachel Neumeier, p.334 (via zhugeliangs)

elevatedgothic:

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Dolce & Gabbana Alta Moda Spring 2016

evilvarric666-archive:

Smtimes your house is haunted because there’s a ghost sometimes your house is haunted because you miss grandma and your mom misses her even more sometimes your house is haunted because the subtext of how the last owners decorated rubs you wrong way sometimes your house is haunted because you’ve sublimated the fact that you didn’t want to move in the first place and Sometimes your house is haunted because there’s a carbon monoxide leak. Lots of options.

dozydawn:

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Lolita Lempicka RTW SS 1998

funnytwittertweets:

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