May 2013
14 posts
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
– Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)
Atoms
moreorlesstouched:
Precariously, God stacked your atoms,
crafting a bright, broken creature,
loving it in the dark.
doglets:
actually all of my systems are nervous
“Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any more by giving myself...”
– Vita Sackville-West (via larmoyante)
“I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain...”
– Esperanza Spalding (via larmoyante)
2 tags
April 2013
28 posts
1 tag
“She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter...”
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 19 February 1925 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I want to see more girl monsters. Girl giants, girl dragons, hulks & trolls....”
– Terror Incognita (via moutheyes)
#’getting strong without being broken first’ is like all i want from anything but especially girl monster stories #stop making women small before you let them be big #i am tired of revenge stories #i am tired of all my heroines hurting
(via moon-set)
(via...
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“…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via ohfairies)
“I know how miserable you must be, and I would give ten years of my life to be...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, First Blood (via mermaidsongs)
“Repeat after me:
I am not a problem
to be solved. Repeat after me:
I am...”
– Sierra DeMulder (via ampersandrearasmussen)
“And this is how we danced: with our mothers’
white dresses spilling from our...”
– Ocean Vuong, “Home Wrecker” (via commovente)
“There was an episode, one of my favorite moments in Star Trek, when Captain Kirk...”
– Hugh Laurie (via balphesian)
partybarackisinthehousetonight:
you wanna fight? alright let’s take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand
“Valar Morghulis.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
March 2013
22 posts
“Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly...”
– John Keats (via waitingforteaagain)
