Eris Von Sin
Muita ideoita: Eris
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Same goes with me and melancholy. A sweet sick melancholy I carry with me since like ...forever . Not for a specific reason ...it's just who I am . A dark , lost, sweet melancholic soul in a fucked up world.

Same goes with me and melancholy. A sweet sick melancholy I carry with me since like ...forever . Not for a specific reason ...it's just who I am . A dark , lost, sweet melancholic soul in a fucked up world.

~ Stefan Salvaltore

~ Stefan Salvaltore

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marzaenna:Trickster Week (7/8)↳ South Asian Gods: Mohini (Hindu Mythology)Her kisses are divine, they are poison, and she will entice and enchant you until you can do nothing but drown in an unrequited desire. If you’re fortunate, she’ll lure you to your demise, but if not she’ll leave you to writhe in your yearning for beauty is a mad mistress.

marzaenna:Trickster Week (7/8)↳ South Asian Gods: Mohini (Hindu Mythology)Her kisses are divine, they are poison, and she will entice and enchant you until you can do nothing but drown in an unrequited desire. If you’re fortunate, she’ll lure you to your demise, but if not she’ll leave you to writhe in your yearning for beauty is a mad mistress.

“You should go with him,” Koschei whispered harshly, “when he asks you. You should go, have his babies and kiss their wounds and teach them to read.”  “You don’t mean that.” The air between them was thick, knotted.  “I don’t mean it.” He pushed her back, away from the black feast table, against a long, broad wall all covered in silver tapestries showing peacocks and apples and archangels with long teeth. Save for the long chains from the eyes of one peacock’s tail. “I don’t mean it. Stay…

“You should go with him,” Koschei whispered harshly, “when he asks you. You should go, have his babies and kiss their wounds and teach them to read.” “You don’t mean that.” The air between them was thick, knotted. “I don’t mean it.” He pushed her back, away from the black feast table, against a long, broad wall all covered in silver tapestries showing peacocks and apples and archangels with long teeth. Save for the long chains from the eyes of one peacock’s tail. “I don’t mean it. Stay…

"I ran to the devil. She was waiting." ~ Vashti (Elisabeth Wheatley)

"I ran to the devil. She was waiting." ~ Vashti (Elisabeth Wheatley)