"the snake's incisor was like a pearl needle. it pierced too easily through the soft, florid flesh of the hanging rose petal. the puncture made a soft, sickening sound that twitched my ear. hateful man, i thought as we watched the petal blacken around the tooth, not unlike an infected wound. impaled once, it wilted and fell entirely from the rose- and he laughed a little, crushing the poisoned remnants underfoot. a godawful perfume... . this was the moment- standing there in my mother's little garden, with her thin kerchief pressed over my nose and mouth- that i knew what should be done. i would plant gardens anew, over his grave."
via ronathann on ig
Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long
From “Fruits and Flowers”, c. 1920s.
“My heart is sweeter than a rose in bloom;”
— Renée Vivien, from The Silent Flute in “A Crown Of Violets″ [translated by Samantha Pious]
mudd pearl “the rosary” necklace. handmade necklace featuring several different types of genuine freshwater pearls, pearl cross set in sterling silver--with the option of being plated in 14k gold, alongside silver or gold closures.
“lady butterfly / perfumes her wings by floating / over this orchid”
mini soring moodboard for @roseverie