o my enemy; do i terrify?

☆ call me katherine, twenty-five, nj ☆

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dreamspores:

{{ My heart bends and breaks so many, many times
And is born again with each sunrise }}

hubris is a bitch.

sixxxer:

i love you vampire themed media i love you metaphor for queerness i love you blood aesthetic i love you gothic architecture i love you coffin beds i love you cross necklaces i love you canine teeth i love you intimacy hidden in violence i love you vampires

thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop:

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

— Sylvia Plath

theorangepdf:

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

wedarkacademia:

“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”

― Tove Jansson

lvvdy:

At a point in my life where it’s okay if you don’t understand me

bebemoon:

she’s a ten but she sits ominously in the tree branches outside your bedroom window all night long

nyxtalksmusic:

Back then I wasn’t hopeful
But now my ink’s blood red not black

metamorphesque:

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― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

[text ID: I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo.]