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independent gta v original character !
♡ for something horror - esque in the morning!
♡ for something horror - esque in the morning!
there’s hymns in the crook of his neck, sundust ignites his gilt skin. they say he is wrought from harp string and sun’s ray, BUT I KNOW BETTER. *
oh, the POWER to be strong & the wisdomto be WISE ALL these things will come to YOU in time
why do people think you will never notice when they lift things from your blog / steal from / copy you
containment is such a disappointment.
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“ n— o, no, “ a myth. IT’S UNDERRATED. nobody will believe in him ( perhaps that is their intention ), nobody will admire him for his doings. nobody will FEAR HIM. a myth is nothing to reach for. no, no, he wants more. RUDIGER WANTS TO BE MORE. “ i want…..to be a LEGEND… “
“ Don’t we all. ” Yet this is not the task of a writer, nay. Vision spills, applied, not forc’d, and his intent is to craft something. . . so beautiful it haunts the soul not only on a lonely night but on one did fill to the brim with company. Still, in the presence of fill'd with presence of hungry wolves, doest thy mind chatt'r for escape and for awe. The triumph is invading p'rsonal space and infesting the rib - cage with an ache of mind’s incomprehensible need to justify ev'rything.
“ But it’s not our choice. The people make the legend, the writer simply documents it. Bees, pollen, honey. If you’re good enough to be legendary, it’ll happen once y’dead. Must be closer to you than y’think, considering ... ”
Muse A is the lord/lady of a noble house. Of good name andfamily, but unfortunately lacking money. Mismanagement of funds has left the esteemed family land rich bankrupt aristocracy with not much more than their title to keep a roof over their head. All seems lost until the arrival of Muse B, the son and heir of his nouveau riche family that’s made their fortune in the new novelty, in their circle.
Determined to not die penniless or subjected to inbreeding with their cousins Muse A makes it their mission to have Muse B take a fancy to them and marry, by any means necessary. Even if it means pretending to be in love.
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ NO ONE’S coming cause everyone i’ve loved is LOST ; i’m on my own. my greatest FEAR is here && I DON’T WANT TO DIE ALONE. i WANT my family, they always said they needed me but i need them more it’s getting HARD TO BREATHE && i feel the COLD ; IT’S TAKING OVER.
someone give me marie antoinette, clinging to the marquis’ arm, babbling on about the romance of love letters and seafarers. always dancing to a lonesome tune in her head, always vibrant, buzzing for cocktail parties and wonderful girls in skimpy outfits. pulling him in for a long, long dance beneath star - light, always the one to be carried up to bed, drunken giggles and giddy sweet - nothings to whomever has that task. marie with a mountain of powdered hair upon powdered cheek like snow, china tea - cups, sweet cakes and a thirst for his judgement in the show of a bloody theatrical.