i'll decieve you ;
let's daze
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.

—Bram Stoker, Dracula (via augustuos)

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sahturhn:

my yard is infested with lions! id say the mood of them…dandy.

Can we cuddle?

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.

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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. 

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katsallday:

So I started thinking about Elsa’s hair and

May 7th

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She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.

—Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl (via dontbiteurnails)

rivialle-heichou:

sona

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