The Alchemy of Grief

Where madness becomes a golden, salivating hysteria.

(Source: berlingrey)

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“She was but as a smile which glistens in a tear, Seen but a little while, but oh how loved, how dear.” - poem from the grave of a 16 year old girl.

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dsc_0762 on Flickr.

“She was but as a smile which glistens in a tear,
Seen but a little while, but oh how loved, how dear.”
- poem from the grave of a 16 year old girl.

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 ↳6 caps of undertaker (chapters 59-64) (my husband-don't touch)

(via aichirou)

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

—   Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song
(via homo-infimus)

"Come in, lammies. I’ll measure you for a suitable rest~ tehe."