Of the nearly 80,000 followers I lost with my previous blog in the widespread tumblr holocaust, I’m so glad to have some of my mutuals back. To those who were also deleted I hope you return and are able to find me. We can rebuild!
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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via eternally-flowered)
“Why do you like him? Its more than that, I’m… drawn to Him. Ok, moth girl why are you drawn to his flame? Because after we talk I get that… look. What kind of look? You know, that freshly fucked look… the kind every woman knows on another woman’s face. He fucked you??? That’s the best part… He hadn’t even touched me yet…”
— Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2016
“I indulge in lust, shameful and grievnous lust, in my blood, in my wishes, and I cannot give it up,”
— Thomas Mann, tr. by Willard R. Trask, from “The Black Swan,” wr. c. 1954
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“When I think of him, I want to open my legs.”
— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via a-femmefatalist)
the fact that I can’t grow horns is really cramping my style
