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seventyandseven:

Crowning a Queen

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The wisest tongue is the one that speaks of revolution.

— G.G.T. (MMXI)

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Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone.

— Nicola Cayless, Literary Sexts  (via rampias)

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You never really know what’s coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.

— Alysha Speer (via observando)

I want a dress the colour of suffering.

— Rachilde, The Marquise de Sade (via rabbitinthemoon)

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I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,
Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
world conceives
Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.

— Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices (via seabois)

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siggautr:

The art of Valère Bernard

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