do i terrify? @breakthecutie - Tumblr Blog

The sweet and broken and crumpled faces are hovering over the streets now

I can see why melancholy sank its teeth into me at nineteen and

my head is beginning to hang with shame

What’s the date today my breath is still circulating in our suburbs although this room is tiny now and the days are damaged and the nights have no cracks

— Bhaskar Chakrabarti, from “Tangles,” Rehearsals from Dreaming, Things That Happen and Other Poems

#{ AAA IT'S Y'GIRL ELI IN COMSTOCK HOUSEEE E E ! }#{ i'm so Gone from this blog )': i'll come back one day hopefully soon Ok !!!! i think abt eli every day noLie }#musings tag.

chacoco

#{ liter ally elizabeth comstock in burial at se a I lIke Dying ! <3 }#ＭＵＳＩＮＧＳ ⋆ ᵃˢ ʳᵃᶤᶰᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰ ʳᵒˢᵉ #ＢＯＯＫＥＲ ⋆ ᵐʸ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ

bregma

“Ah!” she said, lifting her lovely tear-bright eyes to the ceiling. “If you knew all the dreams I’ve dreamed!”

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via thelostdeer)

#ＭＵＳＩＮＧＳ ⋆ ᵃˢ ʳᵃᶤᶰᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰ ʳᵒˢᵉ #{ i Miss her }#ＶＥＲＳＥ ⋆ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᵗ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵘʳˢᵗ

antiquery

Saint Catherine of Alexandria, Michaelangelo Caravaggio | Mother, Florence + the Machine

#ＭＵＳＩＮＧＳ ⋆ ᵃˢ ʳᵃᶤᶰᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰ ʳᵒˢᵉ #ＬＡＤＹＣＯＭＳＴＯＣＫ ⋆ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ᶠᵃʳ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ᶤ

lifeinpoetry

I am not a bird or a symbol. I am a woman burning.

Katie Longofono, from ”We Grind Ourselves Out,” Angeltits (via lifeinpoetry)

#{ !!! ty 4 linking me 2 this tee !!! it is 2 eli }#ＭＵＳＩＮＧＳ ⋆ ᵃˢ ʳᵃᶤᶰᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰ ʳᵒˢᵉ

vacthdaily

Marine Vacth in ‘La Confession’.

#ＦＣ ⋄ ᵈᵉˡᶤᶜᵃᶜʸ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᶤᶰᶰᵉʳˢ

#{ i needed to post som et hin }#ＡＬＡＳＫＡ ⋄ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶰˢᵗᵃᶰᵗˢ && ᵛᵃʳᶤᵃᵇˡᵉˢ

hydrophobiic.

@breakthecutie replied to your post “hey everybody :) do you think johanna got an extra brutal torture…”

elizabeth, resisting the urge to travel thru space and time to save the wife: *eye twitches*

DO IT ELIZABETH

DO IT

vic: *likes my plotting call*

vic 2 seconds l8r: #breakthecutie#SAVE UR WIFE#though ngl that'd be a cool plot to work with. elizabeth just fuckin jumpin in there and saving jo while being tortured#like right in the middle of shit#most likely in a timeline/universe alternate to the one where they met /after/ the torture#that'd be so badass

you

YOU rlly jusT DID my work FOR ME there buDDY pAL you mVP YOU !!

#{ we're doin g thi s !!!!!!!!!!! }#{ i need 2 sleep first but !! tomorrow morning i'll b @ ur skype lemme tell u!!! }#ＡＬＡＳＫＡ ⋄ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶰˢᵗᵃᶰᵗˢ && ᵛᵃʳᶤᵃᵇˡᵉˢ #hydrophobiic

theofficeedit

breakthecutie

@passabledoctor

#{ this is ... .s o us }#{ also 'my muse needs a gf so bad :'/ ' }#ＡＬＡＳＫＡ ⋄ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶰˢᵗᵃᶰᵗˢ && ᵛᵃʳᶤᵃᵇˡᵉˢ

yeb1art

#{ amAZINGAAA }#ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ ⋄ ᵃ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ #{ i've been so slo w.......i'll get 2 ims and plotting and stuff i !! promise and love ! }

I’m itching for new plots for Elizabeth!! Hit the heart & I’ll hit you up!!

#{ dash is dead so i'll reblog l8r prob but !!!! }#{ i have so much muse soM UCH muSe !!! }#{ i think i'm also gonna have a verse where bkr wasnt sacrificed at the end & she works in like a bookstore in paris ??? so i can rp #w/ ppl in non-columbia/rapture setting n*ce ! }#{ & since bkr's alive she isn't all angsty and I CAN FOCUS ON HER PTSD TB H bcos she isn't running for her li fe }

katiemcgrath

Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course.. ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

#{ eli is j ust con stantly achi ng }#ＭＵＳＩＮＧＳ ⋆ ᵃˢ ʳᵃᶤᶰᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰ ʳᵒˢᵉ #ＢＯＯＫＥＲ ⋆ ᵐʸ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ #grief //

bloodstrxm

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bitter and sick // one two

breakthecutie

@sanctamater

#{ clair eE!! Reminding me of ur ameli aa aA }#ＬＡＤＹＣＯＭＳＴＯＣＫ ⋆ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ᶠᵃʳ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ᶤ

inkskinned

i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

#{ ......i need a thread of eli sad abt dead dad/bestfriend bkr tha nk (O: }#{ she never lost anythnig before him???? she never had the opportunity bcos she never had anything to lose until him??? just as fast as she #got someone she lost him i }#ＢＯＯＫＥＲ ⋆ ᵐʸ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ #ＭＵＳＩＮＧＳ ⋆ ᵃˢ ʳᵃᶤᶰᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰ ʳᵒˢᵉ

✧✯┆ BLUES RING AROUND the cigarette with an end that glows in the night. As for nimble digits, they are taken to the thimble they dance with; spinning, like beneath a chandelier. Usually a habit of PARANOIA, this moment’s fiddle of fingertips is fed from indecisiveness. Booker will be back soon. If he knew the way her mind tugged...that is, towards asking a favour from a stranger ( --- &&. in THIS town )... Well, he didn’t make the rules anyway, did he?? He’s been so sore a company as it is, never letting her close to the bottle &&. other such cravings he held dearer than any person. Elizabeth could have this. This one moment, amidst all the heart swelling ones. A breath of air.

❝ ------Hi there!! I dread to know you’d mind if I tried one of those... Would you?? ❞