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Dante Alighieri,  The Divine Comedy, Volume 1: Inferno (1320)

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* 𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 ❟ 𝑴𝑺 . 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 !  ⸺   edits of tilly's companions : ham / hamhock * GRAND THEFT AUTO V / MODERN VERSE , DO NOT REBLOG 

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𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨   (  𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑴  )        /         main au , ft. @hismanners

captions   /    01 . shot some photos for some art refs for arthur . he said he’d pay but have yet to secure that bag . 02 . happy anniversary to my one and only goober , big georgie holds my heart and i’m glad to have him with me . 03 . big georgie in his natural habitat , assuming his most relaxed bird / rat stance .  04 . harry hart iii loves his mama and cannot sleep without me . almost 3 months old ! 05 . throw backs to my wedding to the love of my life , proving he can be naturally candid .  06 .  london today ! loving the vibe . can’t wait for the rain to ruin it .

#* DYN : HISMANNERS #* SOCIAL MEDIA

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📸: fannesthil

#* EFFIE

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I mean I’m here to eat up all the ocean you thought was yours. I mean I brought my own quarter of a lemon, tart and full of seeds. I mean I’m a tart. I’m a bad seed. I’m a red-handled thing and if you move your eyes from me I’ll cut the tender place where your fingers meet.

Eve Ewing, “what I mean when I say I’m sharpening my oyster knife,” from Electric Arches (via bostonpoetryslam)

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karaofrph:

Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you“‘s and small gasps

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@hismanners

#* DYN : HISMANNERS

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are you brave? the devil asked. no, she answered, but i am alive.

and sometimes those two things are the same (entry #2) // j.a.s (via gingerlattes)

#* DYN : DETHICAL

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Picture: an unmarked grave. A buried sweetness. The sugared-honey, blackberry syrup of me now six feet under with all my reckless loving. Please. I just wanna be soft again.   I’ve got a strong jaw. I can take a few punches, but I’m sick of all the swinging— You know, I didn’t used to be like this. But I was just a stupid kid, looking to stop the hurting: thirteen when I coughed up a powderpuff instead of a lung and mistook the thing for weakness. Spent the next six years swallowing splinters and spitting up grenadine. Came out the backside of nineteen looking like a gunfight and a fistful of teeth. Hit twenty like a body on the wrong side of starving: heart too hungry to eat.   I stowed away softness under my bed, so I could pretend I had a suspension bridge instead of a skeleton. Now listen, I can backtrack through the trenches, play hopscotch or pick-up-sticks with landmines and drunken dreams, but I can’t dig up the kid who thought love would always be a two-way street. What if— what if I can’t distill the honey from the whiskey ‘cause there ain’t no honey left in me?

HUCKLEBERRY HONEY, by Ashe Vernon

(from the book Wrong Side of a Fistfight)

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I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you. Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride. Yet only if you asked to see me, our meeting would be meaningful to me.

Simone de Beauvoir, A Transatlantic Love Affair: Letters to Nelson Algren (via books-n-quotes)

#* ╱ BEFORE THE WORDS MADE SENSE / I REMEMBERED THE FEELINGS . ( blog / words ) #* DYN : HISMANNERS

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im literally not exaggerating when i tell you guys this video saved my life

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My loyalty kept me in situations that common sense should’ve took me out of.

#* CH. STUDY #* IDEOLOGY : RDR2 #* ╱ FROM QUEUE TO SHINING QUEUE !

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you love him, don’t you? him and his pale, long fingers tangled in your hair, running down your spine. him and his cold lips against your neck, your jaw, your chin. and in these empty church halls, with him, religion shifts and turns and blurs. his mouth is your confessional, and you sin, you sin, you sin.

the devil never seemed so holy  (via fleewest)

#* ╱ BEFORE THE WORDS MADE SENSE / I REMEMBERED THE FEELINGS . ( blog / words ) #* DYN : HISMANNERS #* DYN : DETHICAL