February 2012
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
– Janet Fitch
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair...
– Sylvia Plath (via throughthedevilsoftly)
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to...
– Margaret Atwood (via penseesduchoeur)
We all have a choice. Either we resign ourselves as mere chemical processes,...
– Synaptic Stimuli (via ninefoldgoddess)