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Rika, INFJ, twenty-four, journalist, writer, fangirl, roleplayer, photographer, smartass, coffee addict, stealthy Viking ninja, inventor of words, book hoarder extraordinaire, language nerd, member of Hermits United, female Sherlock Holmes, and so much awkward. +

Insert deep, existential quote here.

shrinemaidens:

MYTHIC POETRY series:

It was my love that did us both to death. [“Electra on Azalea Path” — Sylvia Plath]

breathtakingqueens:

There’s so much of a desire in the entertainment industry for newness, a desire to build somebody up and then treat them as old news within six months. I think you’d be naive if you didn’t try to hold on to your own way of doing things.

shrinemaidens:

What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me? Had she really thought I would not know him?

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

literature meme [1/3 genres]

"While the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted." - Flannery O’Connor

'Common themes in Southern Gothic literature include deeply flawed, disturbing or eccentric characters who may or may not dabble in hoodoo, ambivalent gender roles and decayed or derelict settings, grotesque situations, and other sinister events relating to or coming from poverty, alienation, crime and violence.'

foxmouth:

Portraits, 2009 | by Sofia Ajram
The Neighbourhood
Lurk
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maradyerdaily:

Mara Dyer Trilogy + Greek Mythology

— maiden of myth
Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, ‘til our Life shall be Done.

joannalannister:

"a queen is only a woman after all."

Rhaella had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her love would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp. 

There was no tenderness in her brother’s kiss.

***

Relations between Aerys and his queen had been strained during the last years of his reign. They slept apart and did their best to avoid each other during the waking hours. But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. “You’re hurting me,” they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door. “You’re hurting me.” In some queer way, that had been worse than Lord Chelsted’s screaming. “We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.” 

I’ve been at the mercy of men following orders 
n e v e r   a g a i n

I wish you would have looked out the window, Masha! I was such a lovely owl for you. I fell so hard onto the streetside. So that you would be comforted; so that what you expected would happen just as you wished it to. That is how much I want to please you. - Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless.