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shrinemaidens:

What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me? Had she really thought I would not know him?

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

ph. Jason Kibbler

I knew someone, and he believed that the truth is something you don’t have to lie about.

Some mornings, she’d wake and vow: Today, I will get it right. I won’t be such an awful mess of a girl. I won’t lose my temper or make unkind remarks. I won’t go too far with a joke and feel the room go quiet with disapproval. I’ll be good and kind and sensible and patient. The sort everyone loves.

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perkamentus:

Ceilings and floors in Vatican City.

detailsofpaintings:

Alexandre Cabanel, Une Patricienne de Venise (detail)

1881

What remains once the war is won?

Fame.
Songs.
A kingdom of corpses.
His name too heavy in my mouth.

What do we become in death?

Shadows.
Longing.
Regret,
regret,
regret.

What do we keep once we are ghosts?

The blood under my fingernails.
His crooked teeth.
Searching for happiness in the threads of his hands.
A love that burned alive.
A love that is still bursting in my hollow chest.
A love that was never enough.

What do you do when you’re alone in the darkness?

Wait for him,
I’ll wait forever if I must.

Were you ever able to name one hero who was happy?

No.

Emily Palermo, He Is Half My Soul (via starredsoul)

Sophie Turner for NYLON Singapore (July 2014)

I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.

I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.