Latest Posts by nicodemusinspiration - Page 5
…my spite was sharp as broken glass.
Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Tiger’s Bride” (via luthienne)
He looks like sin, but some nights when only the moon is out for light, he feels more like a greek tragedy.
L.H.Z (via lzeen)
the problem is, i want legendary kings who blaze then burn carved into my skin so i look like an illuminated manuscript, gilded and tearing at the edges. so i look medieval and cathedral and regal. but the problem is, the world is too small now for kings who find swords in lakes, for knights who coruscate in the sunlight, for wizards whose lovers trap them in trees. and the problem is, i don’t know what to do with all that leftover glory. it wants to make a crown out of my skull.
Therapy // All time low
Sandra Cisneros, from My Wicked Wicked Ways: Selected Poems; “His Story,”
You may try, but you cannot deny the truth that is your family.
Star Wars: The Force Awakens
