What He Wrote
Laura Marling
montaguew:
Forgive me, Hera,
I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to say.
Love me? Oh lord, he threw me away.
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay.
❝a rain and ruin of roses / over the red-rose land […]❞
Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Year of The Rose
Hunger
Florence + The Machine
keepcalmcarryonbabe:
I thought that love was a kind of emptiness and at least I understood then the hunger that I felt and I didn’t have to call it loneliness
❝It was a Thomas Hardy story that she told, full of casual disasters that seemed to have been timed by an angry God to obtain the maximum of misfortune. And she was Hardy’s woman to go with it: lured forward by her obsession, and only her own destiny left to deal with.❞
A Perfect Spy by John Le Carre