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Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt. Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown (via soulsscrawl)

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They’ve kept the truth
about Persephone a secret,
burying it deep below
Hercules’s murdered wife
and all of Zeus’s affairs.
It’s dangerous, you see,
a spark threatening to
ignite a long dead flame.

Power.

She loved her power,
the Queen of the Dead,
to forever reign
in the fires of hell.
She wore her crown
like a beacon;
a beautiful queen,
plotting against her king.
They never wanted you
to know the hunger of Persephone,
how she starved for something
other than pomegranates.

Control.

The primal thirst
that burns all women’s throats,
denied by eons of men.
Listen closely to the voice from hell, sweetheart.
“You are a queen;
don’t wait for a king.”

Emily Palermo, Persephone (via starredsoul)
amandahone:

So handsome #wef #parker #nofilter

amandahone:

So handsome #wef #parker #nofilter

The realest people don’t have a lot of friends. Tupac (via blvcknvy)

turbograndma:

I would accomplish a lot more in life if I wasn’t so terrified of literally everything

Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man. read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem)

astoldbykirsten:

I really feel like my life is spiraling out of control, and the only thing I’m fucking capable of doing is sitting back and watching it like it’s a fucking lifetime movie.

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aconsultingwarlock:

itsajensenthing:

starlit-notes:

I would like to thank my arms, for always being by side. My legs, for always supporting me, and my fingers…because I can always count on them.

this will be my speech when i win an oscar

Don’t forget the hips, for not lying. 

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Learn from everyone. Follow no one. Watch for patterns. Work like hell. Scott McCloud (via kushandwizdom)