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Aurelia. Uh-Ray-Lee-Uh. House of Stark forever. American in Dublin. Fiscally irresponsible. Sagittarius. In love with you.

September 1, 2014 at 8:00pm
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You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

— Azra.T “Persephone”  (via dahlia—noir)

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I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

— Sylvia Plath (via introspectivepoet)

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Paula Braconnot


Paula Braconnot

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She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via koreyan)

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The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via feellng)

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August 31, 2014 at 8:00pm
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Angelin Preljocaj / Siddharta


Angelin Preljocaj / Siddharta

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Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing…

— Elizabeth Gilbert (via feellng)

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Shigeo Fukuda


Shigeo Fukuda

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