Me, a romantic: candlelit dinners, blooming roses, tender kisses, love letters, longing looks, beating hearts
Me, a Romantic: sword fighting, bloody knuckles, messy hair, smudged lipstick, cold hands, fiery eyes
Me, a romantic Romantic: gives my beloved the skull of my enemy with roses in the eye sockets
“She is written in a foreign tongue.”— Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via onto-my-trembling-lips)




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“ Nanne Springer. The calling. 2017
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