THEME
booksandtea:

tea on the windowsill. by phase VIII on Flickr.

booksandtea:

tea on the windowsill. by phase VIII on Flickr.

videndarph:

okayophelia:

Archetypes | OPHELIA

she is not someone you understand. she is someone you watch, someone you use, someone you mourn. she is made for love but love is not made for her. everything about her runs deeper than in you; her madness is truer, her mind brighter and better broken, and her anguish is in her bones, not her blood. you will never forgive her for dying, but she will aways be dead forever, and your horror means nothing to her anymore. that, more than anything is why you still dream about her and her flowers thrown like curses. She has made herself no longer yours to dream of, choking on her water, crawling through her weeds, living beneath the world; her body inviolate and violable no more, there in her resting place where no man rules.  


#i have a vast amount of ophelia feelings     #but they are all uncomfortable and all jagged edged     #because she is lost in the text; it is not her text     #and so we obsess on her; project onto her all our constructs and criticisms and dreams of womanhood and persecution and madness     #and every time I talk of her I feel like I am a voyeur; watching into her world through the keyhole of the text that is built around the …     #the men who surround her like cold castle walls     #and she is the dark mirror; and she is the mirror to all our vanities and insecurities; especially as girls     #and we only contribute to this almost erotic fixation on her by making her the mirror to all these battles with madness and roles and the…     #and then she goes to the water and escapes the cage of her text     #and us in the process     #and we will never truly know why     #and that is her victory; that is her freedom (okayophelia)

videndarph:

okayophelia:

Archetypes | OPHELIA

she is not someone you understand. she is someone you watch, someone you use, someone you mourn. she is made for love but love is not made for her. everything about her runs deeper than in you; her madness is truer, her mind brighter and better broken, and her anguish is in her bones, not her blood. you will never forgive her for dying, but she will aways be dead forever, and your horror means nothing to her anymore. that, more than anything is why you still dream about her and her flowers thrown like curses. She has made herself no longer yours to dream of, choking on her water, crawling through her weeds, living beneath the world; her body inviolate and violable no more, there in her resting place where no man rules. 

#i have a vast amount of ophelia feelings     #but they are all uncomfortable and all jagged edged     #because she is lost in the text; it is not her text     #and so we obsess on her; project onto her all our constructs and criticisms and dreams of womanhood and persecution and madness     #and every time I talk of her I feel like I am a voyeur; watching into her world through the keyhole of the text that is built around the …     #the men who surround her like cold castle walls     #and she is the dark mirror; and she is the mirror to all our vanities and insecurities; especially as girls     #and we only contribute to this almost erotic fixation on her by making her the mirror to all these battles with madness and roles and the…     #and then she goes to the water and escapes the cage of her text     #and us in the process     #and we will never truly know why     #and that is her victory; that is her freedom (okayophelia)

saskha:

M by *Saifa* on Flickr.

saskha:

M by *Saifa* on Flickr.

dollparty:

Theodora by ChinchouPrincess
(If you have a dA, I HIGHLY recommend watching this artist! Her faceups are excellent and really beautiful.)
(Feel free to delete my comments, but DO NOT delete credit!)

dollparty:

Theodora by ChinchouPrincess

(If you have a dA, I HIGHLY recommend watching this artist! Her faceups are excellent and really beautiful.)

(Feel free to delete my comments, but DO NOT delete credit!)

aphenjolras:

If she has the bright eyes of a goddess,
In only this poem can I digress.
With her hair as perfect as a flower
Curls like ivy, and soft as any silk.
Her smile is the warmth of summer sun,
That makes the flowers bloom, and my heart run.
She means so much to me, I am at war,
Like the stars in heaven, that I adore.

I cannot do anything to save her
From a dark world, always present here
Growing in the shadows, so forbidding
That sends our world, spinning and skidding
We are like a star about to explode
A supernova just along the road.

i like sonnets but i like rhyming couplets even more


harsh realm; a mix for the pure ophelia, who was driven mad by love and sought peace in the depths of an eternal slumber


i. apparat, goodbye feat. soap&skin | ii. how to destroy angels, a drowning | iii. m83, wait | iv. sóley, i’ll drown | v. fever ray, if i had a heart | vi. florence + the machine, heavy in your arms | vii. dead man’s bones, flowers grow out of my grave | viii. emily wells, fountain of youth | ix. ane brun, undertow | x. daughter, shallows | xi. widowspeak, harsh realm | xii. mazzy star, into dust

fanmix challenge » 1/2 character archetypes

harsh realm; a mix for the pure ophelia, who was driven mad by love and sought peace in the depths of an eternal slumber

i. apparat, goodbye feat. soap&skin | ii. how to destroy angels, a drowning | iii. m83, wait | iv. sóley, i’ll drown | v. fever ray, if i had a heart | vi. florence + the machine, heavy in your arms | vii. dead man’s bones, flowers grow out of my grave | viii. emily wells, fountain of youth | ix. ane brun, undertow | x. daughter, shallows | xi. widowspeak, harsh realm | xii. mazzy star, into dust

fanmix challenge » 1/2 character archetypes

misss-red-lipstick:

Les Voyages De L’Г‚me | VK en We Heart It.

misss-red-lipstick:

Les Voyages De L’Г‚me | VK en We Heart It.

.Stars, Hide Your Fires.

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"Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky."

- Laini Taylor

Title from Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 4, Line 52 - William Shakespeare

Qamra makes her dresses from starlight and the deep black sky so that when she flies, she is part of the night. She dances on her tiptoes; it’s a trick she’d perfected with her siblings, a talent she takes pride in. Once a week, she has to sing to the stars to convince them to return to their rightful place high up in the sky, and over the centuries she slowly perfects her song.

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jeou:

Cubs" Oleg Dou (Photo series 2009 - 2012)
An eerily whimsical collection of portraits that plat into the innocent adolescence of children as they’re transformed into animal-like hybrids.

"Dip your pen into your arteries and write."
- William Allen White (via bookishleaves)
gunelgasanova:

Some concept design. Witchy sea creature.

gunelgasanova:

Some concept design. Witchy sea creature.