Collection 02 Campaign
shot by Katherine Goguen
...she sits alone at her table, shuffling her tarot deck compulsively.
Erin Morgenstern, from 'The Night Circus'
𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . . . ( 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 ) The Star card is a beacon of hope, renewal, and guidance after darkness. It represents faith in the future, divine inspiration, and a deep sense of serenity. These prompts explore themes of romantic healing. learn more about the star here. Themes: Hope, healing, guidance, destiny, renewal. → ∗ ⁽ ¹ ⁾ Find the collection of tarot-based scene starters.
ETERNAL: Sender cups receiver’s face and presses their foreheads together.
COSMOS: Receiver’s lips graze sender’s, their kiss slow, deep, and endless.
WANDERING STAR: Sender catches receiver staring.
ILLUMINATION: The sender and receiver stand beneath the stars.
HOPE: The sender and receiver work on a plan to take on the same enemy.
WISH: The receiver catches the sender making a wish on a falling star.
SUPERNOVA: Sender’s breath is stolen as receiver’s hands tangle in their hair, their kiss an explosion of passion.
DREAMER: Receiver watches sender sleep, fingertips tracing their neck.
FATE: The sender reveals a long-kept truth to the receiver.
HEALING TOUCH: The sender places a gentle hand on the receiver’s wounds.
CONSTELLATIONS: The receiver traces constellations on the sender’s skin while planting soft kisses.
REBIRTH: After losing everything, the sender and receiver stand together hand in hand.
DESTINED: The sender recognizes the receiver from a dream, a past life, or a vision.
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Women who don't hold back their tongue vibe. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
“I was born of song and story, of spell or speech with power of oracle.”
— Kathleen Raine, from The Collected Poems of K. R.; “The Wilderness,” (via alcrepuscolo)
cinq bridal collection iv presentation, nyc .
❝ What did you do ? ❞
emilia’s fingers tightened at her sides, but her expression remained unreadable. a flicker of something — ᴅᴇғɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ — passed through her deep brown eyes as she held his gaze. the silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken truths, before she finally spoke.
❝ what I ᴴᴬᴰ to. ❞
there was no apology in her tone, no uoᴉʇɐuɐldxǝ offered. If he was expecting ᴳᵁᴵᴸᵀ, he would find none. whatever she had done, she wasn’t about to justify it — not to him.
girl u r not making any sense i love u
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
the sorceress studied him carefully, her gaze sweeping over the pristine cut of his coat, the polished cufflinks, the effortless poise of someone who had never wanted for anything. his words were smooth, his demeanor composed — but there was something just a little too measured about it.
she let out a slow breath, eyebrows lifted as she regarded him with quiet scrutiny ❝ would you believe me if I said I didn't believe in coincidences? ❞
her voice was steady, laced with the unmistakable lilt of her sicilian accent and edged with quiet sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ — and yet ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ flickered beneath it. men like him didn’t end up in the wrong place at the wrong time — unless they meant to be there.
I’m not afraid of you anymore. Because I’m holding the axe.