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26. Female. NYC. Unchaste.
In a land of gods & monsters,
I was an angel looking to get fucked hard.

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❝ …And there’s a big part of me that wishes I
never met you. I preferred the emptiness in me
when I didn’t know it was there.

— Beau Taplin || vacancies.   (via goghst)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever)

(Source: fuckyeahtomie)

❝ I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.

— Clementine von Radics (via perfect)

(Source: clementinevonradics)

❝ And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
surviving
looks like, my dear.

— Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year. (via loveyourchaos)

It’s been one long ass hiatus.

vimeo:

SansSouci / SS N. 1 by Ditroit

A ram, a wolf and a crow at their best.

liberum17:

The Circus by Anka Zhuravleva

(Source: hanasaku-shijin)

vega-ofthe-lyre:

Okay, Ophelia by Jeannine Hall Gailey.

(Source: eros-turannos)

vega-ofthe-lyre:



Okay, Ophelia by Jeannine Hall Gailey.