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i’ve remade , like for a re-follow . I am mostly keeping the new blog super priv , but i’d love to see some mutuals over there as well .
going to remake and make extremely priv !
sorry for the radio silence over here . i’ve been swamped with life honestly . but i am going to be doing a revamp sometime soon . @eldkine has inspired me to do so , okay .
Anne Sexton, from “Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound.”
i have been active on my main blog @psifyre ! but i will be doing drafts here really soon .
(either we eat God or he eats us)
Caroline Walker Bynum | “Women Mystics in the Thirteenth Century,” from Jesus as Mother: Studies in the Spirituality of the High Middle Ages (via abandonarium)
i asked her how do you kill a king she laughed who still believes in kings?
and it sounded like his final gasp | kmp
((for @nepenthenet‘s prompt “how to kill a king”))
i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it
I have launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. I have ended relationships because suddenly I was also exposed, but isolation is not safety, it is death. If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t.
Neil Hilborn, This is Not The End of The World (via plightclub)
deuslore / pandora .
pandora moved with ease , flitting between each smaller group within the hall . champagne flute held within her fingertips , she dared not take a sip , this was no party to be led to drink an entire bottle . she put on a face , a gentle smile and a few words ; to appease and ensure that she was seen . for all her intellect , she did not even need to show it , she never even needed to beg for people to give funding . as long as these small - minded , but wealthy people received a kind glimpse with some smart words ; or a witty joke , they only threw their money towards the women . she supposed that was a given , there was never a research project that had not made them back the money and more they had donated .
she had come to a rest for a short while , to stand and lose her champagne in an unfortunate way , instead opting to graze over the table . she would hear erva from across the room , almost . she hated that women ; she didn’t know what it was about her still , despite knowing ashen well . something so ugly beneath that face she gave to the world . unfortunate that she was not allowed to do anything about it in this more civilised society ; not that pandora wouldn’t be able to do the perfect no - suspect murder , if she wanted . but that was not her right to take , nonetheless .
when she saw ashen , standing to the side , being shown off as she always was . pandora did not hesitate to make her presence known , sliding in next to her swiftly . “ they don’t trick me , ashen . they pay me , with funds - not that i need their help to do my research , but it’s nice to scrounge their money and pretend i give them back more than they gave . “ she would laugh .
perhaps some may call her a thief for that , pandora would call herself robin hood instead . taking the excess and donating it to better causes that scientific advancement . these people only wanted recognition and adoration anyway ; and for doing the fucking bare minimum . “ i suppose they bribed you with some time of free movement ? you think your mother would miss you if we went elsewhere ? i cannot bear to listen to these idiots anymore , “
perhaps , if allowed the consumption of an entire bottles worth of inebriation would be the reprieve elder ichor sought . that ire palpitating wildly within confines of ribbed cage : get out , get out ! that incessantly gnawing , noxious need to flee left limbs raw with restlessness . facade after facade , playing pretend . playing at happy , a proper daughter . the very peak of facility advancement . little did they all know that ache of violence lingering , eager to lash out behind stilled touch and polite palms . vitriol kept them living , thriving within the possibility of a most divine revenge
a litany of prophetic promise , ‘ every soldier could be better than the last ’ inexhaustible , incomparable — & yet , all ashen felt was weighted fatigue . hate - fueled paralysis , abilities turned to a safe “ off “ so that all consuming rage did not take out all of societal investors in attendance . having learned to control their countenance at a young age , it conveyed naught of displeasure felt . miniscule solace harbored in silence , no minds screaming at them , no emotions lashing in displeasure / desire .
❛❛ 𝕴 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖞𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 , although , I doubt you enjoy the dour conversational topics . bribed wouldn’t be the word I’d use exactly , but sure . ❜❜ elbow grazes pandora’s own now , ensuring the woman’s attention was on her ; mischief alight in sanguine gaze . ❛❛ well ... speaking of a jailbreak , if you could somehow gather that nasty little remote my mother has on her to control my abilities , i think we could make a true run for it . ❜❜ a beat , sipping her champagne . ❛❛ — it will cause a fucking scene ! and you’ll have enough entertainment to make up for this incredibly horrid evening . ❜❜ a wink , one would think ashen had already devised this plan prior to this event .
today , i write ... yes ! i am at last able to be at my computer again . let us hope creativity bears with me . :))) i hope everyone has had an excellent holidays .
BOOKSMART (2019), dir. Olivia Wilde
Closer (2004), dir. Mike Nichols
just a bit of a notice : i am a super slow roleplayer ! but that does not mean I am in anyway less interested in our threads , or the dynamics we’ve plotted . I have class + tend to struggle with always being exhausted . i do have other blogs as well , and my time is divided throughout all of them .
i realize i have been even slower as of late ! the muse still exists i just have not had the time to be at my computer . i appreciate my mutuals who have stuck around . it is a hard time of year for me , but i am getting through . i hope everyone has been keeping safe & relaxing as much as they can . honestly it makes me super sad i can’t be online more than I am :(
I am being eaten away by light
Selected Poems: 1965-1975; ‘Daguerreotype taken in old age’ by Margaret Atwood (via decreation)
Joy Harjo, from “We Must Call a Meeting”, In Mad Love and War
Then I withdrew. Evaded the touch of real people as I would do for a long time to come. Needed and demanded to be unapproachable.
Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)