the bell jar (1963), sylvia plath
(seven a.m. saudade)
mornings with you taste like breaking
in reverse. my favorite kind of blooming.
here’s a fact: you sound like streetlights
and salvation. here’s another: i know
you can burn me but i still need the light.
the best part of me is when i’m with you.
W. H. Auden, “Compline” (via lindseymorgan)
Nothing is with me now but a sound,
A heart’s rhythm, a sense of stars
A heart’s rhythm, a sense of stars
you have stardust in your hair
and light in your veins
a bright collapsing galaxy
all in yourself- collapse (r.m)
Rachel Vincent, Menagerie (via in-tj)
She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.
death would be kinder than her touch // k.s. (via worthystevie)
Be careful of that girl,
There’s a fire burning behind her eyes.
She makes kingdoms fall,
and monsters wish they’d never been born.
She’s not just a warrior—she is a dragon.
And she is not afraid
to burn your heaven to the ground.
There’s a fire burning behind her eyes.
She makes kingdoms fall,
and monsters wish they’d never been born.
She’s not just a warrior—she is a dragon.
And she is not afraid
to burn your heaven to the ground.
Nicole Moon || From a Book in Progress (via 1995june)
I would drink the sky and inhale the stars if I could. I want to exhale stardust and create my own constellations.
what are we, science or magic?”
A tragedy, darling.