coup de foudre.

rin. 18. plovdiv, bulgaria. speaks english, french & russian. loves drawing, singing, writing, reading. listening to music 24/7. bookworm. needs to live in the victorian era. my stuff: (1); (2) [older to newer] embroile --> heavymental-lover --> whorendales fire ferrets on the arena
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plays-with-squirrels:


what to wear when…when a women must carve her space deliberately and visibly. she announces her chiseled boundaries with ruffled borders and swooping tessellations. sculpted collars and winged details obscure her sight but focus her vision. armored tectonic plates leave angry indentations in her sides but they are her teeth against the world.

post 45 of an infinity-part series

plays-with-squirrels:

what to wear when…when a women must carve her space deliberately and visibly. she announces her chiseled boundaries with ruffled borders and swooping tessellations. sculpted collars and winged details obscure her sight but focus her vision. armored tectonic plates leave angry indentations in her sides but they are her teeth against the world.

post 45 of an infinity-part series

plays-with-squirrels:


what to wear when…hacking and hewing. the tin woodswoman’s glinting limbs groan with every chop, wind whistling clean through the slits in her armor, filling the gaping cave where her heart (that meaty burden of an organ) once thumped. she gave the queen her heart long ago so that she could be a better blade, a better metal woman. her heart will be safe and will never get in the way of her work and she can swing her axe without compunction.

post 44 of an infinity-part series

plays-with-squirrels:

what to wear when…hacking and hewing. the tin woodswoman’s glinting limbs groan with every chop, wind whistling clean through the slits in her armor, filling the gaping cave where her heart (that meaty burden of an organ) once thumped. she gave the queen her heart long ago so that she could be a better blade, a better metal woman. her heart will be safe and will never get in the way of her work and she can swing her axe without compunction.

post 44 of an infinity-part series

plays-with-squirrels:


what to wear when…lost at sea. skin never dries, hair grows brittle and crusty with salt. throats are perpetually parched, thick with thirst and doubt. there is no glory or glamor in this story, no mermaids splashing, no horizon to chase. only brine and suction and survival. only storms and bones.

post 46 of an infinity-part series

plays-with-squirrels:

what to wear when…lost at sea. skin never dries, hair grows brittle and crusty with salt. throats are perpetually parched, thick with thirst and doubt. there is no glory or glamor in this story, no mermaids splashing, no horizon to chase. only brine and suction and survival. only storms and bones.

post 46 of an infinity-part series

wildlinging:

I think I love you

wildlinging:

I think I love you

myrcellas:

49-51 [*]

myrcellas:

49-51 [*]

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wednesdaydreams:

I think I just went one step further… 

1) I am the Doctor

2) The Avengers Theme

3) Hedwig’s Theme

4) He’s a Pirate

5) The Black Pearl

6) Merlin’s Arrival at Camelot

Just… just listen. 

#the only thing that would have made this even more awesome is the Game of Thrones theme 

(Source: spirithallow)