If I can’t have love, if I can’t find peace, Give me a bitter glory.
Anna Akhmatova, Rosary (via mythaelogy)
I enjoyed the danger and the intensity.
Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I think the reason pawns can’t move backwards is because if they could, they’d kill their own kings in a heartbeat.
Guante, “The Family Business” (via buttonpoetry)
he’s the perfect mix of foolish daydreams starring bad boys with twisted smiles and wicked laughs and old-style shotguns and nectar-burnt lungs
thoughts #357 | r.m (via rmeisel)
i am learning to sharpen my teeth and rule kingdoms, instead.
Arlen C., from “a letter from medusa,” unmythologize (via lifeinpoetry)
—a memory of wind, by rachel swirsky
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Oscar Wilde (via 4oclockonatuesday)
if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.
s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via lifeinpoetry)
he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body. they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k. they rot him inside-out.
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how do you heal from such internal damage? in reality, he knows he can’t. ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by his own conscience.
he resorts to drugs, to alcohol. to the numbness it gives him no matter how temporary.
Boys in the Trees dir. Nicholas Verso (2016)
[Dark academia voice]: I’m majoring in bastard and minoring in wearing tweed
Even the dark needs things to eat. To love. Is there a difference? We consume what we love, its purpose and sustenance. We feast on its glory and sedate ourselves with its beauty. Anyway. The dark was hungry. The dark is always devouring, always searching for the light that defines it in opposition.
Mabel, Episode 18: Unusual Hungers written by Mabel Martin (via girlwithouthands)
chiddywrites:
my aesthetic is beautiful rich people doing terrible things
He was too rich; like fine chocolate, deprivation and excess of him toed the same thin line.
waiting for roses; b.e. (via fluerdelis)
Bruce is petty as fuck.
Cruel Intentions (1999) → Sebastian Valmont + Sass
I want God to look at me. I want to be the first sinner to cauterize his clandestine wounds; to be the first beautiful thing he abandons heaven for.
Camillea (via robins)
The best manipulators are the ones you don’t realise are manipulating you.
He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
Cathrynne M. Valente, Deathless. (via feuerdove)
I was raised to be charming, not sincere!
Cinderella’s Prince (Into the Woods)