rot-sweet

again I transform, again I lay down on the earth to rot and rise and give birth to a star. — tweets @apolobelvedere’s favourite quotes every half hour

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

if you want to know the origin of a quote, just send a dm asking! ♡

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

"She would've made such a lovely bride / What a shame she's fucked in her head,"

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

a young girl who looked as if she had been carved out of a single pearl

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

And I am the sorceress of that silent bacchanal. I feel defeated by my own corruptability. And I see that I am intrinsically evil. It is only out of pure kindness that I am good.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

I saw only that he was different from us— he was like an animal, or like a spirit, or like a picture, I don’t know what he was but he was different, unimaginably different from us all.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

These long-haired girls seemed to glide above all that was happening around them, tragic and separate. Like royalty in exile.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

Nursery fears made flesh and sinew; earliest and most archaic of fears, fear of devourment.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

We are all just trying to be holy.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

You have your soft ideas about nature / he has others, / and they are full of his / white teeth

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

she seemed not at all her bright unattainable self but rather a hazy and ineffably tender apparition, all slender wrists and shadows and disordered hair, the Camilla who resided, dim and lovely, in the gloomy boudoir of my dreams.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

Her lips are softer than roses, her mouth is sweeter than honey, but her kiss is sharper than a bee sting.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

Because absolutely no one has escaped Love, and no one will escape him as long as there is beauty and as long as there are eyes to see with.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

Who will garland you after I go?

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

First, comes our Lady of Purity; whose brows are bound with fillets of the whitest lamb’s wool; whose hair is as an avalanche of the driven snow; and in whose hand reposes the white quill of a virgin goose.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

Are you happy here?' I said at last. He considered this for a moment. 'Not particularly,' he said. 'But you're not very happy where you are, either.'

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

I took back a portion of life from the dark powers and offered it up to the powers of light. My goal was not pleasure but purity; not happiness but beauty and spirit.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

She recognised the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange hapiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

Out in the country it was not uncommon to discover that she had slipped away, alone, out to the lake, maybe, or down to the cellar, where once I found her sitting in the big marooned sleigh, reading, her fur coat thrown over her knees.

[rot-sweet @girldevouring]

You have drunk deeply of everything. You have crushed the grapes against your palate. Nothing has been hidden from you.