violentwavesofemotion:

“We light up our hands and watch them burn.”

— Chelsea Wolfe, from Unknown Rooms: Collection of Acoustic Songs; “Gold,”

versaillcs:

“I have been missing your voice / like bleached bones dream of flesh.”

— Rebecca Salazar, from “Reasonable ground,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue (via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: cosmonautsavenue.com)

brilliantlybeloved:

ecryre:

/fem fəˈtäl/

noun
an attractive and seductive woman, especially one who will ultimately bring disaster to a man who becomes involved with her. 

pairedaeza:

“The smell of coffee, white dust, tobacco and burnt bread, flowers with a fragrance of wine, and the crimson fruit, soft and overripe. A girl looking over her bare shoulder, with a flash of a smile, gold ear-rings showing from thick black hair brushed away from her face, long arms, a cigarette between her lips. Night like a great dark blanket, voices murmuring at a street corner, the air warm with tired flowers, and a hum from the sea.”

— Daphne du Maurier, from “I Will Never Be Young Again,” published c. 1932

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

darkcoquette:

watchoutforintellect:

“But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Witch-Wife” featured in Renascence and Other Poems