DEATHLESS. As I am revamping, please like for a starter. They will be done in the selective order I choose.
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DEATHLESS. As I am revamping, please like for a starter. They will be done in the selective order I choose.
"It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.."
A SENATOR’S HEART beats the same as any other; svelte fingers cloaked in chiffon fabrics made from the starless nights. They settle along his lightsaber, instinctive, primal – for he knows the Shadow Preacher like he knows Death. Mistress Death who strokes willow fingers down his chest, his breast, across his pelvis, waiting for the moment where she may dig daggers in between the spaces of his sparrow ribs and pluck still beating heart from the cavity - this is both she who stands before him and he himself, imagining suicide so often that it feels less like thoughts, more like the childhood he barely escaped unscathed. Death sings her lullabies against the shell of his ear. HE WILL NOT LET THIS WOMAN BULLY HIM INTO A SUBMISSION AGAINST HIS WILL - HE IS IRON FORGED. HE WILL NOT BREAK HIMSELF FOR HER PRIDE.
❝ THEN MIGHT I SUGGEST YOU TRY IT YOURSELF, SHADOW PREACHER. ❞
Gillian Flynn Challenge: Favourite book or short story
I’ve always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head. Sharp objects.
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The Elysium, Interstellar Ark [Pandorum, 2009]
ich liebe dich höchst vatti.
uhhh. schnitzel gruben to u too son
"You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear."
BODY TREMBLES beneath layers of blackened cloth, alabaster flesh twitching against the stillness of military training. To be dead is neither a git nor a curse, for one cannot become a corpse when the body does not breathe, when the form does not thrive, the mind its own enemy.
❝ IF I AM TO BE DEAD, YOUR DEATH MUST FOLLOW MINE. HYPOTHERMIA DOES NOT MAKE CHOICES OF ITS VICTIMS, GIRL. ❞
My neighbours are fantastic people who are allowing my roommate and I to use their internet until ours is installed. I am here for a few hours until I have work. xoxo
Bi update: Still bi. Like, really bi. Almost too bi to function. I fell out of the bi tree and hit every bi branch on the way down. My biness can be seen from space.
Hands + violin
me: trying to write
me: ok brain give me the GOod Good
brain: snart snart snart snart snart snart
girl: talk dirty to me ;)
me: im gonna cut through your neck until i feel bone
s.p.e.c.i.e.s series >> WENDIGO
the wendigo is a creature that has been featured in the legends since time has been set. generally, it is described as a malevolent cannibalistic spirit that could possess humans or a monster that humans could physically transform into. however, it is said that only people who have tasted human flesh are at risk of going under such transformation.
*TRAIITXR.
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· · · · · · ·❝———— how many courtesans have tried to kill you?❞ because of course murder is a safer conversation topic when compared to MARRIAGE. it’s no good, finn, your heated cheeks could warm the moon if it should so need. you really can’t hide.
· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ❝ ·ENOUGH TO WARRANT CAUTIOUSNESS. ·❞
· · · · · · · · · · · · ·HIS ·FACE ·remains ·passive ·as ·he ·speaks, ·though ·it ·is ·only ·for ·a ·moment ·before ·he ·smirks, ·curled ·lips ·like ·that ·of ·a ·flaying ·knife.
· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·❝ ·ARE ·YOU ·BLUSHING? ·❞