sherlockig:

same

yowastelandbaby:

When Emily Dickinson said “Susan I would have come out of eden to open the door for you if I had known you were there.”

And when Hozier said “I slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door.”

latibule-e:

We need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington Gilbert.

huariqueje:

Larkspur -   Lucy Culliton , 2014.

Australian,b.1966  -

Watercolour, gouache on thick white wove paper , 56.0 x 76.6 cm.

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thewickedwilds:

~sampughart

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seaymph:

“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.”

— Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal. (via empiregrotesk)

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girlcaligula:

“Why do people like a character who’s committed war crimes but hate this other character just because they’re annoying” because it’s fiction Susan, and being annoying in fiction is a greater sin than being a supervillain, because it won’t make me want to read about them. It isn’t difficult to understand

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dark-romantics:

~ Emily Dickson

willstardis:

1eos:

the glorification of your 20s and fear of anything else has got to stop. mainly bc your 20s is quite literally the worst decade of your life the idea that ppl think you peak at 25 has me so sad for them

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heavenlyyshecomes:

The garden, the voices, the writing, the silence.

— All I do is search and not find. This is how I spend my nights.

—Alejandra Pizarnik, ‘Some of Shadow’s Texts,’ from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972, tr. Yvette Siegert

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