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shcdreams a réagi à votre billet “❝I have to be perfect.❞”
wo W OKAY I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART TODAY THIS IS FINE
In this house we love and appreciate pain
More persons, on the whole, are humbugged by believing in nothing than by believing in too much.
P.T. Barnum (via rhymeswithquote)
H E L E N ( ˢʰᶜᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ) ‘’
✧ ・゚ ° ‖ @barnumm —- ( THE SPACE BETWEEN )
“ i didn’t wanna let you down… ” words were soft, tentative with a child’s innocence. “ but the truth is out. it was tearing me apart, not listening to my HEART. ” guilt was riddled within her very bones, aching and silently pleading with her father not to be disappointed. she could handle stern looks, rare as they were, but if he was ever disappointed in her, she would simply turn to dust.
CONSTERNATION BLOOMS FROM SUSPICION, and yet, there is still some room for kindness and benevolence in a father's heart. Ô it pains him, truth be told, to see her voice tainted by her own woes, to see the anticipation of one's deception in her eyes, while her confession carry this simple demand : 'forgive me'.
—— Listen, dear... “ WORDS ARE LOST IN THE PITT OF HIS MIND, replaced by a sigh ( as if his soul was getting rid of this burden that weighs down on his heart ). —— It's alright. It truly is. Don't you worry about a thing. " Oh, it's always so sweet to forget and forgive ! But a scar, even healed, always remains - and though he will never hold her accountable for it, the ache still haunts him. There is something within him that whispers slanders, rumors of a man who was truly the one to let down his loved ones. There's no betrayal, except his own. —— Tell me, what kind of witchcraft has chased your pretty smile from this face of yours, hm ? Should I ask the magician to give it back ? " His laughter fades into silence, forced and yet, strong as its echoes shatter against the walls.
P R O M E T H E U S ( ᵃᶰᵃᵇᶤᵒᵘᶰ ) ‘’
for a painfully long moment, the being was silent. this choice was not an easy one to make: on a basic level, the life that barnum was offering should have sounded fantastic, but the being’s ears couldn’t stop ringing with howls of imagined laughter swirling around him like a swarm of hideous insects. if he joined the circus, he would have a roof over his head, three meals a day, and human company, but he would have to pay for that by putting himself out on a stage to be ridiculed and ogled night after night. in the best case scenario, laughing was all they would do; in the worst, he didn’t want to contemplate what actions they might take.
but perhaps it was time, he thought, for a change. he had been wandering the earth like some miserable ghost for the past five decades; the circus might not be ideal, but it would, at least, drag him out of the monotony of the life he’d been living. if nothing else, it would be a chance to start anew.
so, slowly, he rose to his feet. “ very well. ” he hesitated, grimaced, and then stuck out a withered, yellowish-brown hand for barnum to shake. “ i will stay for now, barnum, but i give you no promises. if i find myself dissatisfied with what you offer here, i will leave. do you consent to that? ”
HE THOUGHT HE'D HEARD THE TOLLING BELL, the herald of terrible omens. but after the storm, comes the silence ; And after the silence, comes the sun that chase away those thunders that strike the soul. He welcomes this newly found peace with opened arms, watching this peculiar man as his stubborness fades into irritation - nevertheless, he wouldn't call his lack of determination a defeat, on the contrary, it's a victory ( his own, of course, but one he shares with this stranger ). PERHAPS, he'll one day see what kind of monster this one triumphed over : not the one he thought he was, but this beast that lurks within the heart of the pariahs, feasting on this loneliness it egoistically demands.This is a new day, a new covenant, leading a wanderer out of those darkness one's life might be surrounded by - and the Circus King celebrates it with a smile.
DESPITE THE BEING'S WARNING, a feeling of accomplishment overwhelms it, awaking this pride of his ( Far too great, far too dangerous ). In a man's bright future, he sees his ; Those endless days of summer that melt away the ice with their warmth ! And though egoism can be found in his humanity, the thrill to understand such a mysterious character somehow wins over his race to profits - what wonders, he think to himself, will this one make the world discover ? QUICK ON HIS FEET, steps bringing him one more time closer to this towering creature, he shakes in the vice of his hand, not without a slight hesitation, parchment skin and elongated fingers. Hoping for his good intentions to transpire in this surprising contact, eyes bearing a sympathetic light looks up to those hues sunken into this disfigured face ( there is no more fear, no more disgust written upon his features ) —— I believe you won't be deceived ! Now, if you so wish, I could show you around, Mister ...Mister... How should I address you? “
RIDEAU ! for munday I’m just posting badass 7yo me with my twin sister on the back of an elephant at the local circus because we like consistency and respecting this whole blog’s theme here
KING OF THE CIRCUS
Ladies and gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for, been searching in the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor and buried in your bones there’s an ache that you can’t ignore, taking your breath, stealing your mind and all that was real is left behind. Don’t fight it, it’s coming for you, running at ya ! It’s only this moment, don’t care what comes after ! Your fever dream, can’t you see it getting closer ! Just surrender ‘cause you feel the feeling taking over ! It’s fire, it’s freedom, it’s flooding open, it’s a preacher in the pulpit and you’ll find devotion. There’s something breaking at the brick of every wall it’s holding I’ll let you now : So tell me do you wanna go?
❝I have to be perfect.❞
PERSONALITY STARTER ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | ACCEPTING
IT RUNS IN THEIR BLOOD, this taste for excellence ( almost like a curse, some would say ). But one can so easily burn their wings while trying to reach or the sun - and though nothing in this world is impossible, to know that trying is already enough is a lesson one quickly learns.
IN HIS EYES, she already is perfect, bringing magic in his life, as his wife once said. Whatever she'll do, whatever she'll achieve, it will always be enough for him : as long as she walks along safe paths and tread carefully with her wishes - and even if danger threatens her happiness ( for experience make you learn not to fear such things ) - he'll always be there to watch over her, and say proudly with a ringing laughter ' this one is my daughter, and I love her '. KNEELING DOWN, eyes so alike are locked in a sympathetic and warm gaze. And thought a sanctimonious atmosphere reigns over those passing seconds, understanding veils the disquietudes that his features hardly hide , blurring this fine line that separates severity and a father's devotion. —— But you already are. “
FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION
Bold what applies to your muse and REPOST !
SNOW WHITE.
JADE TRINKET BOXES. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. YELLOW AND GREEN WITH ENVY. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. FROSTED GLASS.
THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.
a blunt axe. A RING OF CHALK. TEAR-STAINED CHEEKS. sweet pears. HANDS TIED BEHIND BACK. SHALLOW RIVERS. ACHING FEET, WALKING FOR DAYS. flowing gowns. LIQUID SILVER. WAX SEALS. BLINDING LIGHTS.
THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.
lukewarm bath water. SAPPHIRE BUTTERFLIES. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. SPARKLING SNOW. FUR CLOAKS. RAW GEMSTONES. KETTLES MADE OF COPPER. RED WINE. A TINY COTTAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.
BLUE BEARD.
A TINY KEY MADE OF GOLD. pools of blood. STAINS THAT WON’T RUB AWAY. GALLOPING HOOVES. TREASURES FROM FAR AWAY LANDS. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. MARBLE WALLS. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.
THE SIX SWANS.
sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. WHITE FEATHERS. refusing to smile. NEEDLES AND THREADS. A CASTLE IN THE FOREST. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. CLIMBING TREES. BALLS OF YARN. SILVER CROWNS.
LITTLE RED CAP.
wildflowers. RICH-TASTING CAKE. wicker baskets. THE PATH RARELY TROD. sharp teeth. CURTAINS DRAWN. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. RED VELVET. HANDMADE QUILTS. SUNLIGHT PEEKING THROUGH BRANCHES. opening corks with a satisfying pop. LOOKING SOMEONE DIRECTLY IN THE EYE.
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RIDEAU ! me, changing my icon psd only a few days after I made this blog : what do u mean I have no consistancy and impulse control ?????
A V I S I T O R ( ᵈᶤᵃᵈʸᵐᶤᶜ ) ‘’
❝ IS IT REAL ? ❞ gloved hands clasp under her chin, the woman’s eyes widening with some form of wonder that seems to belong to a girl younger than she. ❝ it can’t be, can it ? ❞
@barnumm !
A SHADOW WALKING AMONG COLD WAXES FIGURES, the silhouette of a rare visitor haunting this cimetery - for this what museums are : it's the past brought back from the grave, standing still like a beautiul caricature. And as tickets are so seldom sold, curiousity is stigging a man's interest ( What has drawn this one to a show no one wishes to see ? )
—— What is impossible to believe in, most of the time, is real. “ THIS IS A PHILOSOPHY THAT IS ONLY WORTH A SHILLING, and yet, remains quite entertaining. Leaving room for mystery, words can sometimes start a fire within one's imagination. —— Well, I mean, the wax figures clearly won't come back to lie...But all that you see here once lived - from the colossus of Africa that stands in the corner of this room to the proud general that forever salutes the crowd ! “ A quiet laughter rings in his chest. —— But History is not as thrilling as what is waiting for you at the very end of this tour - but perhaps, we could break some rules, if you so wish : I could directly guide you to this interesting piece the museum showcases. “
LOVE MAKES SUCH FOOLS OF US ALL !
PRIVATE & SELECTIVE / PENNED BY WINTER / GRAPHIC CREDIT
RUN, THIS BEAST OF METAL, carrying a thousand of passengers along the horizon - colors dance angainst its windows, reaching through the glass to paint every traveler's face anew. And so quick comes this night, the last rays of sunshine lighting the sky with hues of gold and coral. Truly, a sight for sore eyes. HOWEVER, while some may enjoy the simple beauty, and yet, breathtaking view this world can offer, there is a man whose old eyes can only see one : hair like a cascade of flames framing perfect features, her vision moves him more than the sun respectfully bidding farewell to every living souls ( But his love and interest last as long as it takes for the light to travel back and reign over night ). But who could blame him for this fascination of his ? A walking mystery, drapped in grace and singing with the voice of an angel : she is this accomplished and poetic artist he wishes he could be.
—— A promise is a promise : I told you the whole world would love you. “ OH, IF ONLY IT WAS TRUE, for there is one soul that does not, carrying in his heart this admiration that profit has made greater. But what else is there but a friendship that sinks into a pitt of honey coated lies ? There's cruelty in his kindness, and without even realising his sin, he turns himself into the executioner of a cruel future.
@swedishgale
❝Your smile is contagious.❞
PERSONALITY STARTER ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | ACCEPTING
THE ART OF HAPPINESS, what a fine yet peculiar craft - so tricky and failure-prone. But without challenge, there is no proper victory, thus making every battle won a celebration, and every smile, a revolution ( let it spread like a rumor, like wild fire, like an ideal meant to burn bright in the heart of the lonely souls ). For the righteous shall be offered the gift of happiness, from the most simple man to the greatest king - let this beautiful wish makes no difference between those who, in the dead of the night, in the cold of their life, call for it.BUT ONE CAN SO EASILY LOSE HIMSELF in this quest that demands and takes so much from a man. Time consuming, pride turns into a sin, and soon the spotlights you’re burning under is a new kind of hell : one that distances you from humanity. Profits are made over a smile, and soon, you’re the one who sell your soul.
IT’S A BALANCE YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF, a scale that has to favor your wildest dreams instead of your cupidity - For no smile can be faked or bought, and yours has to be true so it can be passed on. —— I can only return the compliment. “TIPPING HIS HAT, he salutes her with all the honors due to a Queen. After all, outcasts are seigneurs of their own nation, their kingdom knowing no limits, every street, every road, their palace. They’re all quite alike, in the end, travelers and circus members : hated and revered, they sell dreams to those who will wait and see what they have in store to fight against this cold and cruel world.
RIDEAU ! When your warm up doodle turns into shitposting thanks to @anabioun and this conversation we had about our thread and The Other Side track.
❝Thanks for trusting me.❞
PERSONALITY STARTER ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | ACCEPTING
BREATHTAKING, like the song of a rare bird echoing through the night - it is to the stars she sings, or so it seems, fragile and yet so strong as she raises her voice for the night lights to hear. He feels so small compared to her talent, but it is not crushing him, for the aria she sang healed the spectators soul and the kindness of the words that followed stunned him in the most positive way.HE REMAINED ANCHORED TO THE GROUND, an expression of pure surprise and delight frozen upon his features. To move would be like breaking this precious moment, suspended in time like the rise of dawn which seems eternal ; And yet, he has to : stupor can be takken as a compliment so long it doesn't becomes an embarrassment.
—— Your voice… It’s beautiful. “ HIS ELOQUENCE LOST, he remains lost within this sea of nostalgia her song made him sink into - an ocean of memorries, beautiful ones, filled with the ghosts of those he misses. It will be the only answer to her gratitude, a fact uttered by a baffled showman.
Can I perform my opera here? (Don't mind erik)
THIS IS THE GREATEST SHITPOST ( ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ ) | @corpsemade
The Punjab lasso and murder are not allowed here
Do you have a rules page up yet? I’m on mobile so I can’t really see it^^;
RIDEAU ! Sadly my rule page works on a pop up on this blog, so I don't think you'll be able to see it on mobile ( I'll try to activate a link for the tumblr app tho )