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My name is Laura and I'm a 19-year-old girl from Finland. My blog is a concoction of fashion editorials and street snaps, big mainstream fandoms that mostly revolve around white cis hetero men & a bunch of people that I find attractive.

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"may i feel said he" by e. e. cummings read by Tom Hiddleston

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
it is love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh nn said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

I have a fucking massive boner right now.

"and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid

So it is better to speak
we were never meant to survive."

Audre Lorde, from “A Litany for Survival”, in The Black Unicorn (via miikasaa)

Tagged as: KITSSS, poetry,

"When sometimes I stroll in silence, with you
Through great floral meadows of open country
I listen to your chatter, and give thanks to the gods
For the honest friendship, which made you my companion
But in the heavy fragrance of intoxicating night
I search on your lip for a madder caress
I tear secrets from your yielding flesh
Giving thanks to the fate which made you my mistress."

Vita Sackville-West, in a poem written to Violet Trefusis in 1918, only recently discovered by conservation workers at Sissinghurst in 2013. (via sangfroidwoolf)

you touching my arm
setting fire to my mind."

flood, nayyirah waheed (via rgpfighter77)

Tagged as: poetry, quote,


Be merciful until you can’t be.

Until you feel your heart begin to harden
into a bullet.

Then use that bullet.


Clementine von Radics (via erraticintrovert)

Tagged as: poetry,

"I want you everywhere, by my side and between my thighs.
I want your flowers in my hair and your name under my nails.
I want you with me, your sugar in my tea, my eyelashes on your sheets.
Write your name on me, when my heart breaks, I want it to be blinding."

- Du, J.M  (via onlinebabe)

Tagged as: poetry,

Tagged as: poetry,

Tagged as: poetry,


You are the wild.

You will kiss a lot of boys,

and girls, and,


you will regret it.

When you’re twelve,

you’ll meet the man of your dreams.

Do not waste the next four years carving your spine into

an ellipses.

Realize that he is a cliffhanger with no relief.

Walk away. Run.

In time your friends begin to resemble

the characters in the books you read.

When she asks to hold your hand while

she vomits in a near by bush, say


Don’t get so drunk.

It’s hard enough to understand yourself when you’re sober.

When your father pronounces your name as though it were a synonym for regret,

let it go.

When you make your mother cry, apologize.

When you’re sixteen you’ll kiss a man you want

to marry;

when you’re eighteen you won’t believe in marriage.

Please, do not go into that sauna.

Neither of you are ready.

If he doesn’t chase after you,

don’t go back.

If he doesn’t let you go,

do not give him an option.

Stay soft, please.

Watch your edges, because eventually they will begin to curl like

dried leaves in august.

If you’re not careful you will fold inside of yourself until

there is nothing left.

Write apologies in the form of love letters.

When your sister says that it’s okay to be selfish sometimes,

do not listen.

Try smiling.

Your body is your only home,

find a way back.


ghostly-girls, Things I Should Have Known (via perfect)

Tagged as: poetry,

"God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.

God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.


Want, Clementine von Radics  (via sundaysad)

Tagged as: poetry,