slowly, then all at once.

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There was a woman who had made some bread. She said to her...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:07:19 +0800

There was a woman who had made some bread. She said to her daughter, “Bring a hot loaf and a bottle of milk to your grandmother.”

So the little girl left. At a cross of two paths she met the wolf, who said to her, “Where are you going?”

“I am bringing a hot loaf and a bottle of milk to my grandmother.”

“Which path are you taking? said the wolf. “The one of needles or the one of pins?”

“The one of needles,” said the little girl.

“Good! I am taking the one of pins.”

The little girl had fun collecting needles.

The wolf arrived at the grandmother’s house, killed her, put her flesh in the pantry and a bottle of her blood on the shelf.

The little girl arrived and knocked on the door. […] “Good day, grandmother. I brought you a hot loaf and a bottle of milk.”

“Put it in the pantry, my child. Take some of the meat there and the bottle of wine on the shelf.”

While she was eating, a little cat said, “Slut! To eat the flesh and drink the blood of her grandmother.”

“Undress, my child,” said the wolf, “and come to bed with me.”

“Where should I put my apron?”

“Throw it into the fire, my child, you won’t need it anymore.”

And for all her clothes, her bodice, her dress, her petticoat, and her shoes and stockings, she asked where she should put them. And the wolf replied, “Throw them into the fire, my child, you won’t need them anymore.”

(x)

ohrhaegar: Hannibal meme | 5 quotes [2/5] : “She has a...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:45:51 +0800

ohrhaegar:

Hannibal meme | 5 quotes [2/5] :

“She has a penchant for manipulation, withheld information to gain information… She demonstrated only enough emotions to prove she had them.”

fuckyeahgirlcrush: every time I listen to Florence + the Machine I turn into a literal meadow...

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:50:09 +0800

fuckyeahgirlcrush:

every time I listen to Florence + the Machine I turn into a literal meadow dwelling nymph who wears raindrops as hats and sunbathes on a lilypad

It isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous.

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:44:27 +0800

It isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous.

rrevolutionaries: slytherinmaiden: wow that was pretty bad ass...

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:13:35 +0800

rrevolutionaries:

slytherinmaiden:

wow that was pretty bad ass speech from someone who was pretty much always considered a bimbo

wow people are outdoing themselves this morning

and actually for your information helen really wasn’t a “bimbo” (and i don’t have time now to get into the problem with using that as an insult).

she was kidnapped multiple times in her life, first of all by theseus when she reached puberty who had agreed with his friend that they wanted to bang a daughter of zeus before they died. she can only have been about twelve or thirteen, and was almost undoubtedly raped (probably repeatedly) and according to some variations of the story actually bore him a daughter.

her brothers castor and polydeuces then raised an army to go and get her back, and once she was returned she was married off to menelaus with absolutely no say in the matter. she had hundreds of suitors but it was her father who chose.

and then, yeah, she probably did “fall in love” with paris but considering he’d been promised the most beautiful woman in the world by aphrodite, it’s highly likely that helen was induced by the goddess or her son eros to fall in love in return, and therefore had little to no say in the matter whatsoever.

helen was caged by both her beauty and the overwhelming patriarchy of the society of her time. she never had a chance to escape from that and her life is almost tragic when you consider that she was simply handed from one man to the next. running away with paris was probably the only thing in her life she ever did that was her own choice, and oddly enough that’s what she’s most condemned for. agamemnon didn’t take the thousand ships to troy to get helen back, that was just the excuse he used. he wanted troy - it was rich and famous and on an excellent trading route. helen’s “kidnapping” just gave him the excuse he needed, as well as a surefire way to ensure almost all the other kings of greece followed him to war. since they’d pledged so at helen’s marriage.

helen was never given the opportunity to be anything other than a pawn throughout her lifetime. but she weathered kidnapping, survived rape, escaped her husband’s palace, was sister to two future gods (the dioscuri) and daughter of the king of the gods. do you really, truly think she can be written off as a “bimbo”?

sshireenbaratheon: Hello darkness, my old friend;

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:07:49 +0800

sshireenbaratheon:

Hello darkness, my old friend;

okayophelia: Hannibal 1x08 - The One Where I Channel All Kinds...

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:07:36 +0800

okayophelia:

Hannibal 1x08 - The One Where I Channel All Kinds of Kinks (And Possibly Disturb Myself A Little)

#actual visual representation of the fracturing of hannibal’s reality#cracks breaking across the flesh to let the blood seep through #the core of his labyrinth: his actual cave being infiltrated; being desecrated #the monster once safe in his den now forced to defend himself against fresh new monsters who too easily have deduced him as well (thymoss)

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"I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself. Make love to me like you know I am better..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:51:56 +0800

“

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

”

- We Were Emergencies, Buddy Wakefield (via noxtalgic)

theunseeliequeen: Favorite Little Things → Tea

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:22:25 +0800

theunseeliequeen:

Favorite Little Things → Tea

"Burn all of your bridges just so that you can build them again with thicker ropes. Hurt all the..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:10:03 +0800

“

Burn all of your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.

Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.

Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you can burn.

Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.

This is the art of
living with a ticking heart — a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.

This is how I destroyed you. And this, is how
I kept you alive.

Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.

”

- Shinji Moon, Advice From Dionysus (via colberting)

i never understoodwhat made your lips on my neck such an intimate affairuntil your teeth grazed my...

Thu, 16 May 2013 19:15:16 +0800

i never understood
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and i realized
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
but instead
you chose to kiss

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okayophelia: Archetypes | THE TRICKSTER See him hiding...

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:37:48 +0800

okayophelia:

Archetypes | THE TRICKSTER

See him hiding in plain sight, with charm and flair, smoking your cigarettes and drinking all the rum, promising you the moon with one face and stealing your immortal soul and your pocketwatch with the other. The trickster more often than not cannot be understood, merely guessed at, for he wears many masks and takes delight in playing the fool to make greater fools of others. He is a black hole at the centre of the story with many reflecting facets, a blind spot in the hero’s vision, sucking up all the love and light and truth and turning them into shining rupturing distractions. He is a gateway to transformation and the underworld, with chaos at his right hand and death at his left, and a terrible whimsy in between. Change is the song he sings, and chaos the ruin that he wreaks. Like a particularly toothsome shark, he will never stop moving onward.

He cannot abide any absolute or rule, will rattle at the cages of authorities until they come tumbling down. He likes to watch worlds crashing and burning and whirling like a whizzing firecracker with them. He has no care for good or evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. Lies are his mother tongue, and with them he shapes and reshapes himself and the world to his liking. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame. He has no means but chaos, no plan but disorder, no motive but winning whatever fickle game he is playing against the universe, and so may be left standing alone in a burning wreckage that he never intended to create. (He will probably laugh for the flames anyway).

He charms, he whittles at wills, he holds up a mirror to your soul and will twist your mind until everything you see is so warped you will trust only him to speak the truth. And the truth he will speak; only just enough truth to fit his purpose best. He is not a guide; though he may become one by chance or boredom. Humanity is a fascination for him; an ongoing project. He may hate, or he may love, but only in strange ways unbound from traditional emotion, from right or respect or truth, but in creeping, crawling, manic ways that burn and turn the object of his love inside out; that sends them howling mad into the abyss until they destroy themselves or come out the other side burned clean, like earth scorched and made fertile to grow things not seen ever before.

What he desires above all else is to be free, free to pursue his pleasures in all their caprice and recklessness through the playground of the world. Yet often, in the end, he is bound for his crimes against nature. He will always rise again. Change is his game.

Examples: The Devil, Hannibal, Jack Sparrow, Tyler Durden, Loki (when he’s not trying to rule the world), Robin Goodfellow, Iago, Prometheus, Howl Jenkins, the Doctor, Alice Morgan, Moriarty, Anansi, Coyote, The Joker.

“For me, ‘Dog Days’ symbolizes apocalyptic euphoria, chaotic...

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:37:18 +0800

“For me, ‘Dog Days’ symbolizes apocalyptic euphoria, chaotic freedom and running really, really fast with your eyes closed”