the-finest-connoisseur:

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope. - Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

Petronella Barker
odetofemininity:

Goals.
fashion-and-film:

Paris je t’aime (2006)