"I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild."
- John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci (via mercurieux)
(Source: beautifullittlewords, via silhouettesofspilledink)
"She wears all black
just like her soul
yet her heart is made of gold."
- (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: larkspuraster, via silhouettesofspilledink)