virgin-martyr:

Solitude had made her secretive—self-manipulated. Years of haunting had dulled her in ways you wouldn’t believe and sharpened her in ways you wouldn’t believe either.

Toni Morrison, excerpt from Beloved

doomhope:

ipromisetostaywild:

[ID: A group of wild horses running across a field in front of many evergreen trees and a mountainous ridge. End ID]

cryingselfie:

anothermag

cryingselfie:

adiore:

cyberxbattalion:

X

futuredeadwife:

YOU MUST BREAK THE PATTERN TODAY OR THE LOOP WILL REPEAT TOMORROW