May 2025

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lyrifaun:

hope to die and cross my heart

hope to die and cross my


broken hearts, broken bones

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metamorphesque:

text id: THE PAGE OF HERODIAS Look at the moon ! How strange the moon seems ! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. You would fancy she was looking for dead things. THE YOUNG SYRIAN She has a strange look. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil, and whose feet are of silver. She is like a princess who has little white doves for feet. You would fancy she was dancing.ALT

Salomé, Oscar Wilde

“God, who did you bury?”