Terror made me cruel.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via larmoyante)
Of what good is knowing one’s fortune, if the Wheel can only be turned in one direction?
A personal work, loosely inspired by tarot!
he pretends that
the thing she dragged out of the lake a year later
isn’t him anymore
(she knows better)
I’ll be your
slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue
and final resting—
Richard Siken, excerpt of Wishbone (via ahneboleyn)
Granny Weatherwax didn’t hold with looking at the future, but now she could feel the future looking at her. She didn’t like its expression at all.
Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters (via slaughteringlamb)
“No,” she said, on general principles.
Granny Weatherwax | Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
Out of context, I feel this summarizes a lot of Granny’s character
(via discworldtour)
make like stars
dying, for them, is
a little less decay,
a little more savage
awe
♛ STORIES NOT ABOUT FAIRIES | a mix for girls who shape their own fate
she has no mouth with which to kiss, no hands with which to caress, only the fangs and talons of a beast of prey
wallflower agnes obel | voyage voyage soap&skin | wolf suite pt 2 danny elfman | the rite lisa gerrard | house of the rising sun lauren o’connell | attack of the killerbirds emilie simon | i saw a light bat for lashes | smokestacks layla | once upon a dream lana del ray | stories of africa javier navarrete
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