sylphoftime:

what do you mean this isnt word for word

(Source: rncpriceley, via mymindrebels)

c0ssette:

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey (detail), Paul Delaroche, 1833.

c0ssette:

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey (detail), Paul Delaroche, 1833.

(via oldfashioned-way)

I wanted to dress like a boy AND a girl.  I’m going to take you on a date as either or so 

fearandloathinginmidgard:

fairytalesandfrills:

I miss this hair color and look etc etc 

pretty girl being pretty <3

thank you thank you thank so much forever ever ever thank you 

sometimes I want to bang my fists on marble until my knuckles are raw to the bone and howl at the moon. 

other times I want to breath fire and smoke and be built from brimstone

and then fill my body with flowers and light

I don’t want to be possessed ever because my bones will bend and break to reshape into claws that are wickedly ruthless.

i don’t know I don’t know how am I supposed to pick a career when wolves run in my head and fire flows through my veins 

I just want roses upon my head and endless adventure and a love that feels free 

sometimes I get such a rush of intense visualization on all of my senses that I feel beyond alive and mildly whole.  For example, one time recently at the museum of fine arts Houston we were looking at pieces in the impressionist exhibit that was showing and the piece I was looking at was a vase of flowers but I moved my hand up to brush a stray hair from my cheek and the perfume I was wearing was the scent of peonies and it was just like — bam — I could smell the flowers and felt totally disconnected with the reality of the museum and transported to another place entirely and then it was gone. whatever  

Also I have the taste of hades upon my tongue and can barely hold my wildness at bay 

what-is-it-anon:

That’s it, that’s the whole show

what-is-it-anon:

That’s it, that’s the whole show

(via unofficialjaeger)

I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.

—Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half  (via safeinyour-skin)

(Source: erisandthenothings, via thewoodsinwinter)

fairytalesandfrills:

I miss this hair color and look etc etc 

(via fairytalesandfrills)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY