Anonymous: Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s ask (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. ❤

Thanks darling ❤

littletexts:

by Katherine Mansfield.

littletexts:

by Katherine Mansfield.

(via elucipher)

"I thought the sky bled for you.
Ruins. Barcelona. You wanted
to visit Spain. Dry lips, palms flat
on the wheel. The radio played low,
ignition spitting over. Cold showers
in motels on dirt roads. The highway,
long black strips like duct tape. Fucking
in a gas station once. You drove too fast,
too close to the railings, to the coast.
My stomach grinds, teeth coated in a tar.
I bled for you too."

“She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.” 

- Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins

melancholicmermaid:

Rust Cohle + lighting up a cigarette

sexual orientation: rust cohle lighting up a cigarette

(Source: hbotruedetective)

"The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process."

"What can you say
that won’t turn to dust?"

"Nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again."

Marie Antoinette (2006) 

(Source: isolements, via wingedwolves)

"We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no."

wickedwhimsicalwallflower:

Favourite movie. 

wickedwhimsicalwallflower:

Favourite movie. 

wickedwhimsicalwallflower:

wickedwhimsicalwallflower

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

"I want to be a mystery to you,
untouchable,
a star all to myself
a galaxy away from your starved fingers."

aseaofquotes:

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

aseaofquotes:

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

(via waverlyrowan)