‎    𝑙una ͏    𝑚oth. ‎  

spun like a swallow, possessed of her own barbaric song, strange and dark.

Alméry Lobel-Riche (1880-1950) “Worship of the Feminine Corps” (Adoração do Corpo Feminino)

Fulfillment by Hugo Höppener (Fidus), 1912

Because of her. Because she asked for this. Because she filled something in you that’s still full, even though she’s gone.

Die Gartenlaube (1885) By Gustave-Claude-Étienne Courtois

she kept staring into space all the time, looking as if she belonged to something other than the terrestrial world, where almost everything bored her;

Can someone in Frankentwt please draw Elizabeth in her wedding gown with Creature

I have the fingerprints of your love all over my heart. You touch me without touching me, and I feel it in my bones.