"mary maclane"

“I believe you have,” said the Devil. “And how does it feel to be in love?”

Sitting composedly on the ugly red velvet sofa, with my hands folded and my feet crossed, I attempted to define that wonderful feeling.

“It feels,” I said, “as if sparks of fire and ice crystals ran riot in my veins with my blood; as if a thousand pinpoints pierced my flesh, and with every other point a point of pleasure, and every other point a point of pain; as if my heart were laid to rest in a bed of velvet and cotton-wool but kept awake by sweet violin arias; as if milk and honey and the blossoms of the cherry flowed into my stomach and then vanished utterly; as if strange, beautiful worlds lay spread out before my eyes, alternately in dazzling light and complete darkness with chaotic rapidity; as if orris-root were sprinkled in the folds of my brain; as if sprigs of dripping-wet sweet-fern were stuck inside my hot linen collar; as if—well, you know,” I ended suddenly.

“Very good,” said the Devil. “You are in love.”

—  Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Comming (1902)
I never think of the Devil as that atrocious creature in red tights, with cloven hoofs and a tail and a two-tined fork. I think of him rather as an extremely fascinating, strong, steel-willed person in conventional clothes — a man with whom to fall completely, madly in love. I rather think, I believe, that he is incarnate at times. Why not?
—  Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming

“The world is like a little marsh filled with мιnt and white hawthorne.” -Mary MacLane

Requested Moodboard: (Unspecified) x Pastel-haired Suga

@huntingfire2001 I love you so much?? Don’t worry I answer every ask and I think nobody likes my moodboards anymore lmao I’ve gotten ZERO asks for them after yours <33