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have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant? maybe i wear lipstick so that you will see my pretty pink mouth wrapping around a coffee cup lid and be distracted enough not to notice that i am intelligent and powerful; a threat. maybe i draw my brows into high arches so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism and overlook my spiteful glare as a trick of my silly, girlish routine. maybe i wear my heels so high and thin so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor and know that if you should try to overpower me i walk on sharpened knives. maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes i am really baring my fangs waiting patiently for the day that i sink them into your neck. i am not made of porcelain pleasantries; you will find that these things are my armor to keep you at a distance so you do not step on me and shatter my fragile control. i am not a husk — i am not wilting. i am turning my head so that the fire blazing through my eyes does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms and burn your bones to dust. i am not your pretty girl; i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix — a forest of werewolves and wendigos that will carve out your chest so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via jameskerk)
Start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first, and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep. Here are your upturned hands. Give them to him and watch how he prays like he is learning his first words. Start by pulling him out of another fire, and putting him back together with the pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him. Tell him that you will never know any better. Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.
Caitlyn Siehl, "Start Here" (via alonesomes)
And then you leave him too.
(via sanguinariis)
OOC;
Maybe I should make a new account for Ada, just to get a fresh start and clear out the old drafts and stuff...
Suggest two people for my muse to have a threesome with and my muse will tell you yes or no.
Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.
Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
OOC;
So, since my computer is on it's last legs, I'm probably going to have to put Ada on hiatus for about a month. She'll still show up, and I may occasionally log in to post stuff, but regular activity just isn't happening.
I'll be over on inkedcorruption in the meantime.
Diane Kruger in Erdem lace .
think of me think of me fondly when we’ve said goodbye remember me once in a while please promise me you’ll try
Send a ♡ and I'll generate numbers to see how my character kisses yours AND how many times.
Type:
friendly
sweet
quick and shy
passionate and slow
fervorous and aggressive
Number of Times:
one time
three times
too many times to count
two times
one time
(can be separate mini drabbles or all together. author’s call.)
Mockingjay (book) sentence pack
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Warning! This book contains a fair bit of violence and death. Some of these sentences may reflect that. Trigger Warnings may apply!
"I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now."
“It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.”
“You could ask for the moon and they’d have to find some way to get it.”
“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”
“We’re still in the game.”
“If we burn, you burn with us!”
“I feel fine, really. Except for my head, and my leg, and the soreness from the bruises, and the nausea that hit a couple minutes after I ate. Maybe the wheelchair’s a good idea.”
“Ask yourself, do you really trust the people you’re working with? Do you really know what’s going on?”
“I knew you’d kiss me. Because I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention. Don’t worry, it’ll pass.”
“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.”
“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
“One word. That’s all you really need to know. Poison.”
“I can’t stay here anymore.”
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t shoot you.”
“Maybe they were onto something. Drug yourself out and paint flowers on your body. Not such a bad life.”
“Panem et Circenses.”
“Look at you, for starters. You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?”
“Did you like kissing me?”
“You’re not afraid I’ll kill you tonight?”
“The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
“Stop being noble! I don’t care if I die!”
“Because that’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”
“No one knows what to do with you, girlie.”
“Never underestimate the power of a brilliant stylist.”
“I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.”
“Collective thinking is usually short lived. We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.”
“Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!”
“You love me. Real or not real?”
Diane Kruger
That’s a nice otp you got there
it’d be a shame if one WAS BRUTALLY EXECUTED IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
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Reblog if you roleplay BOTH seriously and, well... not seriously at all.