Haunted Summer, 1988

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

Thierry Mugler Fall Wonter 1995

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Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1836 – 1911)

art details of headpiece jewelry

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. September will bring blessings.

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SCRIPTURES

In a world of Goewin. daughter of Artos, sister to her brothers. It follows the world beyond her written, personal scriptures, and explores a world for... another brother of her's. the world is cruel, and Athena is loud.

edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter . txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / The Sunbird by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis

of wrens and hummingbirds.

quilts accompanied the lady of camlan as she stirred awake from her drowsed state. she arose from her sheets, abandoning her quilt and sitting atop her soft, silken sheets. she had expected the blaring light to awaken her instead of her own fears, but it seemed the world felt unkind for goewin's heart for this new day.

the soft and straightened locks that were her makeshift crown, were disheveled from her thrashing. and her eyes, soft and puffy, a soft color that danced between the lightest of red, to the highest of beet. she noticed her nightgown had untied ribbons of the light and comfortable mesh, and the laces had already been ripped to shreds. just as it had that very day. she stood up, her legs unstable and barely in state to be walked on, the phantom pain on her shoulders as she felt she was held down, only grew worse with each step she took, and the walls seemed closer by each tap on the floor, seemingly wishing to squeeze her like bugs she had on medraut’s desk.

today is my birthday.. and day thousands of Palestinians death's had become inevitable and the beginning of the end of Israel. as a well wishing to me, if you are able to, donate to your trusted fundraises and fundraisers that are no where near their goal.

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

as I slowly get into artemis and apollo, I feel myself going mad because they truly are one of a kind.