≪•◦ Kore || 27 || Writer && Witch ◦•≫
╰┈➤ ❝ I find myself in the fragile beauty of Sibyl Vane, the hysteria of Victoria Page, and the reckless passion of Anna Karenina. For that, I worry what might come of me. ❞

k · o · r · e

tryworks:

what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl

ryebreadgf:

i love tumblr because of the close-knit community of girls who have never gotten over anything ever not even a little

irishmansdaughter:

petaltexturedskies:

Arthur Schnitzler, dying

perfectquote:

“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”

— Carl Gustav Jung

deadlypoetacademia:

In this world, I exist. In my imagination, I live.

tiredtangerine:

Catherine Deneuve in La costanza della ragione (1964)

wedarkacademia:

ALT

Andrea Gibson

purplearcadepersona:

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thoughtkick:

“The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost. He was almost in love. She was almost good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. He almost lived. They almost made it.”

— Nikita Gill