#a Mood.

MEDEA (1969) dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

Oh, how fast the evening passes; cleaning up the champagne glasses.

…my spite was sharp as broken glass.

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

I am a dream swallower, and I poison myself. I have a palate for rare, erratic impulses.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of   Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)

the problem is, i want legendary kings who blaze then burn carved into my skin so i look like an illuminated manuscript, gilded and tearing at the edges. so i look medieval and cathedral and regal. but the problem is, the world is too small now for kings who find swords in lakes, for knights who coruscate in the sunlight, for wizards whose lovers trap them in trees. and the problem is, i don’t know what to do with all that leftover glory. it wants to make a crown out of my skull.

We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.

We Were Liars - E. Lockhart (via pollyandbooks)

Mary Shelley (2018) Directed by Haifaa al-Mansour

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)

Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.

We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)

A REQUIEM FOR THE X-MEN: Warren Worthington III

Antichrist by The 1975