“Sweet mother, I cannot weave — slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.” - Sappho (tr. Diane Rayor)
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the dude who invented the rule about holding hands during a seance after noticing he’s sitting next to the guy he likes: oh haven’t you heard?
you’re allowed to get up one day and just decide to change who you are. dress differently, speak up more, laugh out loud even though you’ve never liked your laugh, say what you want to, say hey to people you wouldn’t normally, get that confidence going. we don’t have to stay the way people see us out of the fear that they won’t like the us we want to be.
be handed a letter by your maid, break the wax seal, read it with dawning understanding and then slowly look up into the middle-distance with an ominous smirk. order your carriage to be prepared at once.
demon, after possessing me: now that i have control over y-
me: y'know.. this is actually kind of hot, if you think about it.. romantic, even. in a way
demon: *immediately exorcizes itself*
“What a generous thought. That you are already what you’ve always wanted to be, and all you have to do is let go of the parts that are keeping you from that. But letting go is so terribly hard. I admit I have tried everyday. All the time. I want to let go. It’s not that I’m still holding on– it’s holding on to me.”
— marsarchives (via wnq-writers)
If there is one thing us girls like, it’s to run a bath with lots of indulgent products just to disassociate and stare at the ceiling for two hours smelling of roses….