plays-with-squirrels:

what to wear when…wrapped in words. fabric is her ink, her skin is stained with the smudges of old drafts. her body is a piece of text to be fallibly and furiously made and remade. a devotchka is a disguise is a discourse. the curve of a collar, the placement of lace - this is the only vocabulary she has with which to tell her story because her true self is a dead language that tongues trip over and mispronounce. she is both the author and the embodiment of her story, a tangible challenge or perhaps a plea for some cunning linguist to translate it correctly. metatexual becomes sexual and she’s a girl with commas in all the right places (requested by starksandrecreation).

post 59 of an infinity-part series

toriandrelativedimensionsinspace:

devildoll:

When a good man goes to war

OH GOD.

(Source: petrichorofpanem)

wennuhpen:

Every friggen day

(Source: deyvidwillian)

my mom once told me there are 40 years old men out on the internet pretending to be 16 years old girls just to kidnap and rape me

she never told me about the 16 years old girls who wants to kidnap and rape 40 years old men

(Source: lookingforcastiel)

Paint the Forest with me [x]

Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by their wives; some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d for within the hollow crown.

(Source: steviepies)

myraggedyman:

“Say it, Amelia. Say it is true, that life is worth all the dying we do. Oh Amelia.”

Amelia - Matthew Perryman Jones

(Source: padakitty)