antologia de musas

loved and collected by tullie

[archived-antolcgias]

...hitting restart!

Archiving this blog and heading... to the same url. i’ll be following people in a few days as I refresh and organize. 

Same Tullie but new space. 

[fxtality-archive]

[weltenwellen]

Sally Wen Mao, from “Lavender Town”

[evakvigmohns-deactivated2020111]

DARE ME SENTENCE STARTERS

there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.

your lies, you can’t even keep track of them.

you think ____ is gonna protect you? they won’t.

we’ll see, won’t be? we’ll see if ____ is worth it.

you’re still my girl, right?

everything in life can’t always be clean and pretty.

one day you’ll break my heart.

it was raining like that night. remember? come on, you must remember that night.

you just smile, and you smile, and then you stab me in the fucking heart.

whatever we did that night i hope we had fun and if not worst-case scenario at least now we both have alibis.

it’s my fault for falling for it, for you, again and again.

how come? how come you never choose me?

nothing’s ever good enough for you.

love is a kind of killing. don’t you know that?

she was my girl.

i remember a time, way back, when my best girl never doubted me.

you’re gonna have to live with what you don’t remember. 

just you and me? 

why am i always doing bad things in your dreams? 

not everything is a game.

you care, till you don’t. until you get bored.

i guess i already know all your secrets. 

you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me.

don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.

[luthienne]

“I felt that old rage rising in me,”

— Madeline Miller, Circe

[sxbaby]

[soulmemesarc]

send in " i thought you were dead! " for your muse to save my muse from a situation that definitely would have killed them, or to revive them after they died!

alternatively, send in " i thought i was dead... " for my muse to save your muse from either death or a situation that definitely would have killed them!

[marypickfords]

Juliet dans Paris (Claude Miller, 1967)

[weltenwellen]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Poem Of The End”, Bride of Ice

[laveracevia]

[chordoverstret-deactivated20240]

#this is so me

[pathologising]

whatever *unleashes all the animalistic rage trapped inside me*

[byaseashore]

[whumpster-dumpster]

Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

[remanence-of-love]

[valscrapbook]

[theepitomeofquiet]