Kind red spirits at my door, an orange glow, the voices of monsters, the chill of unrelenting rain,and the sounds of feet that charge through them. Even demons run from November. Nav K (via navk)
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The Thing, he said, would come that night at three From the old churchyard on the hill below; But crouching by an oak fire’s wholesome glow, I tried to tell myself it could not be. Surely, I mused, it was a pleasantry Devised by one who did not truly know The Elder Sign, bequeathed from …
I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more. (via mercurieux)
I thought I was so fucking unique for loving a boy with long fingers and veiny arms and a smoker’s cough. I thought I was so fucking special when he hurt me, that my pain was poetry, my teardrops crystals. But I was just another sad girl and he was just another ruined boy and …
Wait for someone who tells strangers about you. Vodka thoughts #1 (via )
Forever hiding behind courtesy like it were a castle wall.
You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you. (via kingsxoqueens)