Title: Killer Queen Artist: Queen Album: Sheer Heart Attack

proteean:

She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, guillotine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

beatgenerationboobs:

“Does Shelley go on telling strange stories of the deaths of kings? Tell him, there are strange stories of the deaths of poets.”

— The Complete Letters of John Keats

jaeneyre:

CLASSIC LIT MEME: 4/9 △ favorite characters
↳ margaret hale, north and south by elizabeth gaskell

elvicioabsurdo:

Yo no sé de pájaros,

no conozco la historia del fuego.

Pero creo que mi soledad debería tener alas.

La carencia, de Las aventuras perdidas. Alejandra Pizarnik.

violentwavesofemotion:

“She was so quiet, so quiet, and her quietness hurt far more than if she had been angry.”

— May Sinclair, from “Life and Death of Harriett Frean,” published c. 1922

softestswan:

I am moonlight and true love and salt water and jasmine flowers

010180000:

I took a step toward her. “It is my right to reside in my own mind. It is my right,” I said. “It is my right to be unsociable and it is my right to be unpleasant to be around. Do you ever listen to yourself? This is crazy, that is crazy, everything is crazy to you. By whose measure? Well, it is my right to be crazy, as you love to say so much. I have no shame. I have felt many things in my life, but shame is not among them.” The volume of my voice caused me to stand on my tiptoes. I could not remember yelling like this, ever. “You may think that I have an obligation to you but I assure you that us being thrown together in this arbitrary arrangement does not cohesion make. I have never had less of an obligation to anyone in my life, you aggressively ordinary woman.”

Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties 

nj:

Run! BTS - Ep. 57

xshayarsha:

“I can’t replace you, even with the most violent passion – it’s the flesh-and-blood you I need.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sarte, 8 Nov. 1939.

luthienne:

“What did your love give me? A taste / of disaster… A waste of ruins,”

— Bella Akhmadulina, from Fever, and Other New Poems; “Farewell”

luthienne:

“…there isn’t a word in the world to heal me.”

— Djuna Barnes, from Selected Works; “Spillway”

luthienne:

“Because I want everything, and to be consumed in my youth!”

— Djuna Barnes, from Selected Works; “The Grande Malade”

violentwavesofemotion:

“I am yours. Do with me as you will.”

— Theodor Körner, from Poems; “Farewell to Life,” written c. June 1813

violentwavesofemotion:

“Your crystal heart is free like a wave, which finally grew tired of the sea,”

— Emil von Schöenaich, tr. by Margaret Muenstenberg, from “Reproach,”