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raktajiino: fangirl challenge / 6/10 female charactersAcademically, Lydia is one of the finest students I’ve ever had. Her A.P. classes push her GPA above a 5.0. I’d actually like to have her I.Q. tested. And socially, she displays outstanding leadership
radruby: “You don’t have any idea what you are, do you?A banshee, before my very eyes…”
peterhale-remade: I’m a slow dying flowerFrost killing hourThe sweet turning sourAnd untouchable
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saader: “I was ruined by a king like you once. I replaced his queen. An old woman. And in time I too would have been replaced. Men use women. They ruin us and when they are finished with us they toss us to the dogs like scraps.” She buries
thetruedemonwolf: So Death fell for the woman who fell for Life The story in the graphic can be found here (x)
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A wailing woman. A banshee.
victoriousvocabulary: BANSHEE [noun] (in Irish folklore) a spirit in the form of a wailing woman who appears to or is heard by members of a family as a sign that one of them is about to die; a female spirit usually seen as an omen of death and a messenge
drinking-tea-at-midnight: punkybruiser:you guys just couldn’t vote for the woman, could you “but, but ‘killary’!!111!!1!!11″ *indignant wailing that can only come from the most spoiled, self-indulgent babies in existence.
ankahikoibaat: books read in 2015 | fairest by marissa meyerShe was suddenly angry. Angry that this woman was so effortlessly pretty. Angry that tonight she would sleep beside her doting husband. That soon she would hold a wrinkled, wailing baby in
By woman wailing for her demon lover.
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the-erotic-woman: “My ass swished from side to side, like a horse’s tail. Every nerve in me was lit up like a Christmas tree. I was twinkling with perversion, starving for him and completion. “Ready?” “Yes,” I wailed. Now he was behind