The Indigo Spell, Richelle Mead

Teeth Never Sleep, Ángel García

                                   My love,                     what we make of loss is a sport  that kills us. 

Natalie Wee, “Asami Writes to Korra for Three Years” in Wildness Journal

“She wanted a storm to match her rage.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via wordsnquotes)

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

from love as an act of merciful conquer by silas denver melvin

click for better quality (my instagram)

Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; “The voice I owe to you”

[Text ID: “and the longing / to love, to love you, more.”]

“Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.”

“the tradition of the drowning woman in the background of ‘anna karenina’" - sydney schultze // the awakening - kate chopin // hamlet act IV scene VII - shakespeare // “ophelia” - friedrich wilhelm theodor heyser // “utonulá” - jakub schikaneder // the awakening - kate chopin // “la jeune martyre” - paul de la roche // “found drowned” - george frederic watts // david copperfield - charles dickens // the bridge of sighs - thomas hood // “past and present no.3” - augustus leopold egg

Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”

— Love, Paruyr Sevak

[text ID: You have become so delicate / And vulnerable, / As if you're living without a skin. / - That's Love.

text ID: Քնքշացել ես այնքա՜ն / Ու խոցելի՛ դարձել,, / Կարծես թե ապրում ես առանց մաշկի։ / -Սերն է։]

“But I know better. You’re dead, and I’m the worst kind of alive.”

— Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me (via incandescentghost)