"I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life…to lie in your arms as I take my last breath."
- Lisa Kleypas (via 27sailors)

bonnibelbubblegum:

if you think femininity is a weakness i’m going to get a bat full of nails spraypaint it pink cover it with glitter and cute stickers and then beat the fucking shit out of you with it in a pair of heels

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

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georginakincaid:

s.p.e.c.i.e.s series » VAMPIRE

vampires are beings who subsist by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of living creatures. although vampiric entities have been recorded in many cultures, the term vampire was not popularized until the early 18th century, after an influx of vampire superstition into western europe from areas where vampire legends were frequent. this increased level of vampire superstition in europe led to mass hysteria and in some cases resulted in corpses actually being staked and people being accused of vampirism.

favorite artists: Claude Monet (1840-1926)

“Without the water, the lilies cannot live, as I am without art.”
“I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf.”

vibiasabina:

queens, witches, and warriorsqueen of night (requested by anon)

swift-footed, black-feathered night sweeps in when the sun lays her weary head to rest. she flies across the sky, her black cape casting shadows over the land, her jeweled mantle forming the stars and constellations so wondered at by man. she is quiet and mysterious, bringing both fear and shelter. when the sun awakens from her slumber, she flees, withdrawing into herself until she can unfold her wings once again.

o-dysseys:

LITERATURE MEME | 9 poems - (5) mad girl’s love song by sylvia plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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