littlemousedeer: “She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying

littlemousedeer:

“She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine.”

//The Forgotten Brides
@lil-asshole & @littlemousedeer 
Jewelry, corsages: @mossmarchen
Jsk: Atelier Pierrot 
Accessories: handmade by @lil-asshole & @littlemousedeer