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look at what i’ve done, i’ve gone and spilled your wine all over you. / BY LUKE

[vulgum]

look at what i’ve done, i’ve gone and spilled your wine all over you. / BY LUKE

[breakwreck-blog]

I’m in Austin causing trouble. Like this and I’ll give you my disco, where I tend to write while I’m away from home

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS

*   warning   :   may  contain  spoilers  for  episodes  one  through  ten .

‘  if  you  were  me ,  you  wouldn’t  be  such  a  fucking  asshole .  ’

‘  the  world  out  there  has  teeth  and  it  is  hungry  and  it  is  stupid  and  it eats  and  eats  mindlessly .  ’

‘  you  listen  to  your  gut .  even  if  it  makes  them  hate  you .  ’

‘  i  am  a  dream  and  so  are  you  and  so  are  we .  ’

‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’

‘  honey ,  someone’s  in  the  house .  ’

‘  i’m  dreaming ,  right ?  ’

‘  i  just  need  a  little  time  away .  it’s  nothing  more  than  that .  ’

‘  you’re  saying  it  was  an  accident ,  so  you  accidentally  put  your  hand  through  a  mirror ?  ’

‘  i’m  scared .  that’s  all  i  am .  there  is  nothing  else .  i’m  only  scared .  ’

‘  do  you  think  there’s  something  wrong  with  me ?  like ,  really  wrong ?  ’

‘  it’s  alright ,  sugar .  it’s  just  a  dream  —  just  a  screaming  meemie .  ’

‘  we  yield  to  it  or  we  fight  it ,  but  we  cannot  meet  it  halfway .  ’

‘  i  seldom  am  well  behaved .  ’

‘  i  enjoyed  the  conversation ,  but  i’m  gonna  say  goodnight .  ’

‘  did  you  just  punch  me  in  the  boob ?  ’

‘  just  enjoy  me .  i’m  loving  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  have  changed  a  thing .  i  need  you  to  know  that .  ’

‘  forgiveness  is  warm  like  a  tear  on  a  cheek .  ’

‘  i  loved  you  completely  and  you  loved  me  the  same .  ’

‘  that’s  all .  the  rest  is  confetti .  ’

‘  forgive  a  girl  for  being  lonely .  ’

‘  there’s  nothing  sadder  than  a  cold  bed .  ’

‘  journey’s  end  when  lovers  meet .  ’

‘  journeys  don’t  end ,  not  if  you  love  someone .  they  don’t  end  at  all .  ’

‘  probably  best  you  didn’t  say  anything  to  them .  ’

‘  i’m  asking  you  to  love  me  hard  for  the  next  few  minutes .  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  jump  and  i’m  asking  you  to  hold  my  hand  while  i’m  falling .  ’

‘  i  have  something  that  i  have  to  tell  you ,  but  i  need  you  to  remember  when  i  do  that  i  love  you .  ’

‘  i  wish  i  would’ve  loved  you  better .  ’

‘  pandas  don’t  like  macaroni .  ’

‘  i’m  just  floating  in  this  ocean  of  nothing  and  i  wonder  if  this  is  it ,  this  is  what  death  is .  ’

‘  i  wonder  if  this  is  what  death  is ,  just  out  there  in  the  darkness ,  just  darkness  and  numbness  and  alone .  ’

‘  i  wondered  if  that’s  what  they  felt ,  just  numb  and  nothing  and  alone .  ’

‘  he  was  a  light  in  the  darkness .  he  was  a  life  preserver  in  the  ocean .  ’  

‘  i  reached  for  him  because  i  had  to  feel  something .  i  had  to  feel  anything .  ’

‘  god ,  i’m  so  glad  i  did  it  though .  thank  god  it  worked .  ’

‘  i  felt  scared .  so  fucking  scared .  ’

‘  honestly  i  had  to  do  it  because  it  felt  better  than  feeling  nothing .  ’

‘  that  thorough  fucking  shame  was  so  much  better  than  that  horrible  empty  feeling .  ’

‘  you  have  to  live .  ’

‘  i  don’t —  i  don’t  know  how  to  do  this  without  you .  ’

‘  i  learned  a  secret  :  there  is  no  without .  i  am  not  gone .  i  am  scattered  into  so  many  pieces ,  sprinkled  on  your  life  like  new  snow .  ’

‘  when  we  die ,  we  turn  into  stories  and  every  time  someone  tells  one  of  those  stories  it’s  like  we’re  still  here .  ’

‘  we’re  all  stories  in  the  end .  ’

‘  you’re  supposed  to  protect  me ,  but  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  i  try  to  tell  you  things .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff .  ’

‘  that  was  really  wild  stuff  considering  you  were  asleep  for ,  what ,  like…  ninety-nine  percent  of  it ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry .  i  should  have  made  more  of  an  effort  with  you .  ’

‘  you  tried  the  best  that  you  could .  i  should’ve  met  you  halfway .  ’

‘  people  fuck  up .  i  guess  you  don’t  get  that  —  you  really  don’t  get  it  until  you  fuck  up .  really  fuck  up .  ’

‘  i  felt…  nothing .  just  nothing .  and  it  spread  everywhere  in  me ,  this  nothing ,  until  i  couldn’t  feel  anything  anymore .  i  was  just  this  dark ,  empty  black  hole .   ’

‘  i  felt  nothing  and  so  i  drank  and  i  drank  and  nothing  worked .  i  couldn’t  feel  anything .  ’

[breakwreck-blog]

I'm in Austin causing trouble. Like this and I'll give you my disco, where I tend to write while I'm away from home

[breakwreck-blog]

yr dedication to following this blog even when i've been inactive for 5 months is pure STUNNING

My love for Kennedy does not know human bounds you have underestimated me

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TRUE DETECTIVE (SEASON ONE) STARTERS. send a sentence or send ✉ for a random starter. some trigger warnings apply. continued under the cut. change as needed.

kind of a strange guy, huh?

don’t be assholes. you want to hear this or not?

you know, i’ve seen all the different types.

we all fit a certain category.

i was just a regular-type dude with a big-ass dick.

a smart guy who’s steady is hard to find. 

i’d offer you a seat, but uh…

past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.

this is gonna happen again. or it’s happened before.

you get that from one of your books?

listen, this is a stupid time to mention this, but you got to come to dinner.

there’s nothing i can do about it. maybe not today. maybe not tomorrow. 

i’m gonna have a drink.

people out here, it’s like they don’t even know the outside world exists.

might as well be living on the fucking moon.

can i ask you something? you’re a christian, yeah?

i believe that people shouldn’t talk about this kind of shit at work.

look, i’d consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, i’m what’s called a pessimist.

i’m bad at parties.

i think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.

huh. that sounds god-fucking-awful, ___.

i wouldn’t go around spouting that shit if i was you. 

people around here don’t think that way. i don’t think that way.

so what’s the point of getting out of bed in the morning?

i get a bad taste in my mouth out here.

i got an idea. let’s make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.

what should i bring for dinner?

when you’re at my house, i want you to chill the fuck out.

i’m not some kind of maniac, all right? i mean, for fuck’s sake.

fuck that prick.

we’ll lake two large long Island iced teas, please.

what kind of tits does she have?

you get pills pretty easy?

this place is like somebody’s memory of the town, and the memory’s fading.

stop saying shit like that. it’s unprofessional.

you get any sleep last night?

i don’t sleep. i just dream.

you believe in ghosts?

i’m gonna have to call a little timeout, make a beer run.

why is this so important to you all of a sudden?

she was high. fucked up.

what the hell? you can barely stand up.

i don’t drink ‘cause I’ve had trouble with it before.

have some more coffee and just try to make 10 minutes of conversation.

people change, relationships change.

i believe that shit leads to cancer.

then start asking the right fucking questions.

Keep reading

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the kafka letters sentence meme

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Franz Kafka was a German-language novelist and short story writer, widely regarded as one of the major figures of 20th-century literature.  This sentence meme is taken from his correspondence with Felice Brauer, with quotes found online from the published collection of letters, Letters to Felice, which can be purchased in ebook and paperback.

Feel free to change things as needed to suit your muses and enjoy! I will be looking over my PDF of Letters to Milena before I publish the second part of this.

— LIZZY

I mustn’t look at you too much, or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.

I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words.

All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.

“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship. 

And whether you like it or not, I belong to you. 

I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

I am jealous of all the people in your letter, those named and those unnamed, men and girls, business people and writers.

When dealing with myself I am powerless. 

I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason. 

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state. 

It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet i have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so. 

Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words. 

You will get to know me better; there are still a number of horrible recesses in me that you don’t know. 

One has either to take people as they are, or leave them as they are. One cannot change them, one can merely disturb their balance. 

A human being, after all, is not made up of single pieces, from which a single piece can be taken out and replaced by something else. 

The fact that no one knows where I am is my only happiness. 

If only I could prolong this forever! It would be far more just than death. 

I am empty and futile in every corner of my being, even in my unhappiness. 

No, I didn’t imagine my being alone with you the way you do. 

If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. 

Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and with complete concentration, in you. 

But when I want to draw close to someone, and fully commit myself, then my misery is assured. Then I am nothing, and what can I do with nothingness? 

I must admit that your letter this morning (by the afternoon it had changed) arrived at just the right moment; I was in need of those very words. 

There exists some kind of sorcery by which two people, without seeing each other, without talking to each other, can at least discover the greater part about each other’s past, literally in a flash, without having to tell each other all and everything.

Farewell, and let me reinforce this greeting by lingering over your hand. 

I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. 

I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk. 

When you pose that question now I can only say: I love you, ___, to the limits of my strength, in this respect you can trust me entirely. 

I do not know myself completely. Surprises and disappointments about myself follow each other in endless succession.

What I hope is that these surprises and disappointments will be mine alone; I shall use all my strength to see that none but the pleasant, the pleasantest of surprises of my nature will touch you. 

I can vouch for this, but what I cannot vouch for is that I shall always succeed. 

If only I had mailed Saturday’s letter, in which I implored you never to write to me again, and in which I gave a similar promise. Oh God, what prevented me from sending that letter? 

All would be well. But is a peaceful solution possible now? 

Would it help if we wrote to each other only once a week? No, if my suffering could be cured by such means it would not be serious. 

And already I foresee that I shan’t be able to endure even the Sunday letters. 

If we value our lives, let us abandon it all… I am forever fettered to myself, that’s what I am, and that’s what I must try to live with.

If one bolts the doors and windows against the world, one can from time to time create the semblance and almost the beginning of the reality of a beautiful life. 

What a lovely feeling to be in your safekeeping when confronted by this fearful world which I venture to take on only during nights of writing. 

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the rifleman meme. edit prompts as needed.  

“ hate? isn’t that a strong word to use just because you don’t agree with someone? ”

“ i guess it gets to be a little lonely, worrisome. ”

“ don’t disobey me, too. ”

“ did i miss you? well, let me put it this way. i love you more than anything else in the world. ”

“ the place for you is in bed. ”

“ can feel the heat pouring right through you. ”

“ hard things happen to people all the time. we never really know why. ”  

“ it’s way past your bedtime. ”

“ we’re going home. ”

“ the older you get, the more questions there are without answers. ” 

“ you see, sometimes it’s easier to give advice than to take it. ”

“ why so glum? ” 

“ such a wicked thing, to hate. ”

“ it shouldn’t be that way. ” 

“ come on, slowpoke. ”

“ a man doesn’t run from a fight. but that doesn’t mean you should go running to one, either. ”

“ well, it just seems to me that dish washing is always getting in the way of eating. ”

“ everything you learn comes in handy some day. one way or another. ” 

“ never mind. just do as i say. ”

“ come on, i’ll race you. ”

“ name calling’s a handy thing for some. they smack a label on somebody or something and that’s it as far as they’re concerned. it’s kind of a special way of hating because they don’t take the trouble to understand. ”

“ no hard feelings? ”

“ hush. ”

“ every book has a soul. ” 

“ the time a town or even a country is really lost is when the people who live in it get careless and stop paying attention to how it’s being run. ”

“ i’ll try to remember that. ”

“ a man who wears a badge has a heavy responsibility. ”

“ just remember: sit easy and think straight. ”

“ now wait a minute. don’t you ever think that way. ”

“ you got a nasty tongue. keep it in your head and keep it quiet. ”

[breakwreck-blog]

okay all right. here’s a plotting call. if i have you on disco, like this i’ll hit you there. otherwise, i’ll hit your IMs. lets get crackin

[breakwreck-blog]

❛ You can always throw your knife at it. ❜

          A rabid opossum chased him out of his little spot in the parking lot some fifteen minutes ago, where he’d spent most of the afternoon getting wine drunk off a box of Franzia. Walter sits on the opposite end of the lot, smoking, sharing companionable silence with August.         “I dunno about that,” he says, shaking his head. Smoke wafts from his nose and out across the lot and Walter has the presence of mind to stub the cigarette on the curb beside him. “It ain’t done me any harm. Don’t hurt nothin’ that ain’t hurt you, bud.”

@soulmissed - DARK TOWER STARTERS - not accepting

[hokeful]

hey, cos — do something! call me a cab!     okay. you’re a cab.     cosmo brown of singin’ in the rain.

[breakwreck-blog]

‘ whatever have you got here? ’

          “Lucky rabbit’s foot,” he says, pulling his keys around for a better view. The little bundle of white fur dangles from his apartment key’s ring, bright, inviting. “Fer my kid. It’s what he calls himself now.”

@bunchings - ANIMALS OF FARTHING WOOD - accepting

[theodorosangelopoulos]

Persona(1966) - dir. Ingmar Bergman

[vhsmeme]

* animals of farthing wood starters

assorted lines from the novels by colin dann.

‘ they are nasty cuts, but they aren’t bleeding anymore. ’

‘ but this isn’t a home. ’

‘ can’t walk. ’

‘ what’s all the fuss about? ’

‘ things are very, very hard. each day is harder. ’

‘ it’s probably just coincidence. ’

‘ nowhere is completely safe. ’

‘ never heard of it. ’

‘ these things happen, my love. ’

‘ how can you fight an enemy you can’t see and know nothing about? ’

‘ no one’s blaming you. ’

‘ you have to eat, don’t you? ’

‘ you’ve had a lot on your mind. ’

‘ i’ve been worrying and worrying about you. ’

‘ i can see you’ve lost weight. ’

‘ aren’t you happy here? ’

‘ this cool weather makes me feel so sleepy. ’

‘ but we’ve been scared before, haven’t we? ’

‘ your friends would be heartbroken. ’

‘ i’m proud to be your __. ’

‘ you go and rest. ’

‘ please let me help you. ’

‘ you’re in a bad way. ’

‘ nobody’s asking you to hang around. ’

‘ there are scratches all over your body. ’

‘ whatever have you got here? ’

‘ you are a courageous __. ’

‘ i’m going to try to help you. ’

‘ but this is your home now. ’

‘ it won’t make any difference to me. ’

‘ you see, i have family ties like everyone else. well, almost everyone else. ’

‘ my life is very lonely. ’

‘ i can never thank you enough for what you did. ’

‘ this isn’t getting us anywhere. ’

‘ look at me, and look hard. ’

‘ you struggle on, but there’s a reward at the end of it. ’

‘ but i’m very, very tired. ’

‘ then my heartfelt good wishes go with you. ’

‘ i don’t know what i’ve done to myself. ’

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     ‘ i didn’t ask. ’  he says this quietly, tiredly, while picking at his nails. it proves to be a mistake, as one of his nails comes clean off, falling into his lap.

          “Hm.” Walter uses a toothpick to scrape grime from beneath his own fingernails. It’s clear he’s ignoring the gruesome sight before him, ignoring the bile in the back of his throat. “Wail, I gotta tell someone.”

[breakwreck-blog]

oh, let me guess. you gotta be on your way.

          Walter stops stocking his pockets and turns, keys jangling where they hang limply from his hand. He looks caught and properly chagrined. “I do,” he says regretfully, “I do gotta be on my way.”            A debate seems to go on in his head, making his lips purse and his gaze fall away. A hand digs in the back pocket of his rumpled jeans, unearthing his wallet and a business card within it. Handing it over, Walter suggests, “Call me sometime. I’d be glad ta stay longer.”

@dirtypaw​ - RED DEAD REDEMPTION STARTERS - accepting