I Was Raised To Be Charming, Not Sincere!

I want God to look at me. I want to be the first sinner to cauterize his clandestine wounds; to be the first beautiful thing he abandons heaven for.

Camillea (via robins)

I think the reason pawns can’t move backwards is because if they could, they’d kill their own kings in a heartbeat.

Guante, “The Family Business” (via buttonpoetry)

[Dark academia voice]: I’m majoring in bastard and minoring in wearing tweed

I refuse to die ordinary.

tenx  (via wnq-writers)

My blood is yearning–bitterly, darkly, and inescepably.

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)

…my spite was sharp as broken glass.

Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Tiger’s Bride” (via luthienne)