melody

xnihilis:

                                  If living means bowing down to the
                            likes of you bastards, I’d rather die on my
                                      feet ] with my ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ.

—but oh, you poor pitiful helpless worthless child

                             did you really think for a moment?

                                           that you actually had a [c h o i c e] in life?

amusicas:

Learn to be quiet about your misery
And keep your sadness in the dark.

 Because, my dear…
                                    Nobody cares about your broken fragile heart.

The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I’ve seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.
—Jodi Lynn Anderson, The Vanishing Season (via to-muse)

affectionategemini:

       —{  and at that very moment…

                  everything    {     s    h    a    t    t    e    r    e    d     }

ephemeral-elegance:

Evening Dress with Detachable Sleeves, ca. 1850-52

via The Met

ravensquiffles:

Dress, c. 1886

Hallwyl Museum