Evanescent Happiness.

chavelterz:

…ᘛ”

“You do not just wake up and become the butterfly”

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cor-ardens:

“And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing.”

— Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace. (via xshayarsha)

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tastlesscoffee:

so you’re telling me that i’m supposed to be finding love in a generation where nobody says things like “you’ve bewitched me, body and soul” ??!?!?!??

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spicyylipsyy:

Charlie’s Angels

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