Inflammet nomen meum animam tuam.

Her eyes were like fireflies. They burned intensely like a compact campfire, the brown logs faded to grey and altogether ashed. Blazes licked at the sky, gambled with the breeze, breathed its heat down your neck. Florid, her make-up and lashes and shy looks failed to hide empressement or devovere. Her momentary glances of her kindle would follow concentrically, a little farther beyond her hidden nest each time, going on an unexpected adventure. You noticed her flame. Why couldn't you see though how her eyes were like fireflies dancing in the night? Flashing in and out of focus, her frequency is subtle, but maybe when you stare long enough — you could also see her smile. @laureen-littlefield

“        𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍    ;     𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅,     𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕,     𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒔 .         (...)         𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  .  𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 . 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 .        

”𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙄𝙉 :              𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ; 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘁𝘀 ; 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀 ; 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 ; 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 .

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ig: romaneinnc

— Anne Sexton,“The Dead Heart.“ (via thequotejournals)

imagine you kiss me because you think im pretty and then i stab you. a little

📸 lera_guryanova

Some wanna throw dirt on my name and some wanna moan it… that’s just life!

girls be like "i know a spot" and then keep you in their hearts forever

You think you're an introvert because you like being alone, but maybe it's not about solitude. Maybe it's about peace. Maybe it's the quiet you've fought so hard to protect. Maybe it's the safety of your own company, after being around too many people who made you feel like too much or not enough. You smile differently around people who bring you calm. You speak more. You laugh louder. You come alive in rooms where your soul doesn't shrink. You're not afraid of connection. You're just tired of surviving it. So don't confuse your boundaries with isolation. Don't confuse your quiet with disinterest. You're not closed off. You're just waiting for someone who feels like home, not a battlefield.

my magical crystal ball tells me you’re full of shit