Oh, How Fast The Evening Passes; Cleaning Up The Champagne Glasses.

someone: you're pretentious

me, sprawled out on a bed of roses, reading oscar wilde and sipping champagne: oh?

the secret history - donna tartt

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.

Me @ Everyone

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

We Were Liars - E. Lockhart (via pollyandbooks)

Even the dark needs things to eat. To love. Is there a difference? We consume what we love, its purpose and sustenance. We feast on its glory and sedate ourselves with its beauty. Anyway. The dark was hungry. The dark is always devouring, always searching for the light that defines it in opposition.

Mabel, Episode 18: Unusual Hungers written by Mabel Martin (via girlwithouthands)

#a mood.