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Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)
I love Nikita Gill
As I look into your eyes, and I see a universe of lost hearts and broken souls, of screaming eyes and crying tongues; a universe of empty rage, and I have it too.
2am (via 2am-spilledink)
PERSEPHONE Tell me darkness is all you’ve ever tasted. Tell me my lips are like ambrosia from Olympus. Tell me this body is made of moon beams. Tell me the stars are woven in my hair. HADES Tell me your hands crave the feel of my fingers. Tell me that loving a monster is knowing the monster is nothing but a man. Tell me oblivion is not enough to tear you from me. Tell me the journey down to hell was worth it.
Things They Want to Hear // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
V E N U S ♀
Celestial visitant, once more Thy needful presence I implore. In pity come, and ease my grief, Bring my distempered soul relief, Favour thy suppliant’s hidden fires, And give me all my heart desires.
Dance
The thing about dance is that you’re never really good enough. There’s always something to improve. It’s great because you can always get better, but it’s also a sad thought. Once you manage a pirouette it’s time to do a double pirouette. Once you can do a split, it’s time for oversplits. I don’t think people who doesn’t dance can understand it. You’re never done, you’re never good enough and you can always get better.
