The Metamorphosis. (the-captive-kitten.tumblr.com)
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astraeasstars
I want to know what your mouth tastes like.
cherryheavenbabe:
Shisa 幽玄
flowerytale: Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
huariqueje: The Journey Home - Tommi Nordgren , 2014Finnish,b.1974-Oil on canvas, 81 x 100 cm.
Lorenzens-Soil
black-white-and-leather: Meowy Christmas everybody🎄💋
the-captive-kitten: “Thorns and stings and those such things just make stronger our angel wings.” — Terri Guillemets (via chrissymiller89)
mister–s: Your wings already exist. All you need to do is fly.
kuroinusphoto: 2014年04月05日 09．高瀬川 京都府京都市
You are beautiful! :)
flowerytale: William Shakespeare — Macbeth
sleepinsidemysoul: “…she bloomed in his hands.” — Anais Nin, ‘Little Birds’ (via 69honeybeez1)
forest god
every rough day is preceded by a hard night
Scorpio
goguexx:by Stanley Kubrick
astound: what my heart isn’t | credit
Índigo
sick and tired of being sick and tired
kajira1:
zonaurbanz:
luthienne:“But wildness is how I had always known her. Ever since I could remember, she flickered before me, dipping in and out of sense.” — Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous Leave her wild.
the-captive-kitten: I am always in search of kisses…
valkyrie1502:
Inner Mirrors
hentai:
Not Your Dad
darkmekare: You had to be that person to become this one._ Rupi Kaur
honeyofapollo:
honey
warmandcozyfeeling:“At last, the autumn winds found us once more.”A.R. (September Arrival)
My favorite time of year.
journalofanobody: ““I daydream, calm, quiet.”” — Clarice Lispector
allynelmioverso:
soothifying-sounds-asmr: soothifying-sounds-asmr: Autumnal Tea Time by Miracle Forest A bonus post for the first day of autumn! Halloween is right around the corner ;)
Erotica Sensualis
Mine
01delete:
That’s Miss Kitty to you.
The Metamorphosis.
while-i-kiss-the-sky:
-in love & broken hearted-
Love
lilymaidofgallifrey: “She has filled the tower with books, and a huge old cat, and she may practice alchemy there, for all anyone knows.” — Shirley Jackson, excerpt of “A Visit”, in The Folio Book of Ghost Stories (via antigonick)
Journal of a Nobody
vladadoll: “At night he saw the stars in the heavens and the sickle-shaped moon floating like a boat in the blue.” — Hermann Hesse, from “Siddharta”, originally published in 1922.
poisonwasthecure: Always and Never (detail) Pierre Hébert 19th century.
youreyesblazeout: It happened slowly, and all at once… when his eyes looked up into hers and his tongue lay almost still, lay warm and lay wet like summer’s last drop of rain had found a crease in her in which to slowly roll… She was September.
lillied-deactivated20220403:
artist-renoir: Flowers in a Vase, 1866, Pierre-Auguste Renoir Medium: oil,canvas
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Le Marquis De La Rose Noire
l-otr: “September came in with golden days and silver nights.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
