When You Describe The One True Ship 

— you might make me a better man. — and you might make me a monster.

“She loves the wolf. She does not love the lamb. Not just any wolf. She loves the wolf that is capable of love. It is even more complicated: she loves the wolf who contains, hides or reveals an unexpected sweetness in his violence. The sweetness of the cruel is a greater sweetness.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing; “The Story of the Wolf who loves the Lamb he does not Eat,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

he did this solely to show her hey I can also do that

Me: I’m strong and independent. I don’t need love to be happy!

Also me: If a tall, rich, and handsome man doesn’t walk across a field in the early morning mist to tell me that I have bewitched him body and soul soon I might have to do something drastic

…Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried

Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty (via aheartwhispers)