goodbye.

thanks for all the fun. — marie

[sanguinaliis-deactivated2014101]

hiatus notice.

[clxckworked-blog]

hey guys, so i’m gonna go on a indefinite hiatus

um, i don’t know when i’ll be back tbh. hopefully next month or october, idk. my muse has become unsettlingly low for all my characters. plus, exams are approaching again and i’ve too many projects to do that i won’t be able to find time to do things here or on my other rp blogs anymore

also, it’s not only school life that’s been draining me. i need a long break from the rpc too. lately, i’ve been straining myself and struggling to do replies but 70% of the time, it just won’t work. i no longer feel the fun. so yes, this is the best solution. tbh, i don’t want to leave such a wonderful community so yeah, i’m just gonna disappear for a month or more and when i feel better again, i’ll come back

i know when i say hiatus/semi-hiatus, i always happen to pop in at least once a week to check how things are going on and then reply to a thread or two after i announce it. but this time, i won’t be in any of my rp accounts at all this whole hiatus

so if anyone needs me, i’ll be found on my personal

'til then, best wishes~

[clxckworked-blog]

yo im still alive real life just sucks and i cant find time to do things here

[wiintericons]

Muse Moodboards + Carissa Wynne Leighton

none of the gifs used are mine

[chagriin-deactivated20140913]

               ❛  Kindness. Some might get comfort they never           receive otherwise. Mostly it’s because I made too much           tea to finish it all by myself before it gets cold.  ❜

[clxckworked-blog]

               ❛  Alright. I suppose a cup of tea would restore my           normality. Besides, the tea would be a waste, it's a cold           day, and kindness can be rather hard to find now nowadays.  ❜

[chagriin-deactivated20140913]

               ❛  Would you like some tea?  ❜

[clxckworked-blog]

               ❛  But why offer tea to a                             total stranger?  ❜

[clxckworked-blog]

Carissa wasn't born an only child but with a male twin. Sadly, she and her father lost both her brother and mother during childbirth. Her twin died while Carissa grew up to be sickly child. That said, her brother's death isn't a sensitive topic to discuss with her yet the loss resulted the fascination she holds for stories about twins.

[odollyx-deactivated20140819]

clockwxrkheart

[odollyx-deactivated20140819]

Careful steps, all taken with a click from her heel as she stands confident and tall as her form will allow, eyes grazing her surroundings.

                       “Hello?              I’m looking for a sculptor and was given this address.                     I’m not intruding on anything am I?”

[clxckworked-blog]

It's the clicks from heels that diverts her attention from her work as she stands to switch rooms, where the fair stranger had positioned herself.

                       “A sculptor?              And why would you be looking for her?                     ---- A- and you're not intruding, no worries.”

[soyonscruels]

I am Ophelia. The one the river didn’t keep. The woman dangling from the rope. The women with her arteries cut open. The woman with the overdose. SNOW ON HER LIPS. The woman with her head in the gas stove. Yesterday I stopped killing myself. I’m alone with my breasts my thighs my womb. I smash the tools of my captivity, the chair the table the bed. I destroy the battlefield that was my home. I fling open the doors so the wind gets in and the scream of the world. I smash the window. With my bleeding hands I tear the photos of the men I loved and who tied me on the bed on the table on the chair on the ground. I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I wrench the clock that was my heart out of my breast. I walk into the street clothed in my blood.

[soyonscruels]

—Hamletmachine, Heiner Muller

[clxckworked-blog]

tired mechanical heart------ ( listen )

she is not someone you understand. she is someone you watch, someone you use, someone you mourn. everything about her runs deeper than in you; her madness is truer, her mind brighter and better broken, and her anguish is in her bones, not her blood.

haunted skylar grey // funeral bell phildel // trouble is a friend lenka // smother daughter // half of me emily browning // millstone eisley // dead in the water ellie goulding // ghost ingrid michaelson // tomorrow will be kinder the secret sisters // human gabrielle aplin

[urbxnlegxnd]

clockwxrkheart started following you

[urbxnlegxnd]

"On the other side is the kid I’m looking after, this is my hideout. You shouldn’t touch the fence because it’s electric and would kill you instantly. So I would suggest the door."

[clxckworked-blog]

"Oh, is that so? But . . . if this is your hideout, as you said so, what's with the electric fence? I'm guessing you're hiding from someone or something . . . ? Or just really protective of the kid?"

[dulcetcoeur-deactivated20200623]

                      ❝ ——- ❞

       He pauses his pen-drumming and        clears his throat; clearly embarrassed. 

[clxckworked-blog]

                      ❝ You . . . wouldn't want the                           librarian calling out your                           attention now, would you ? ❞

[mortxlis]

   "Oh — Well then yes.     Was it paid for already or…?”

[clxckworked-blog]

   "No . . . not yet.     And ---- I assume that you     know who ordered this?"

[praeliia-archive-deactivated201]

"Oh my fucking god       the look on your face right now. Got you! It’s just ketchup. Finally someone believed me.”

[clxckworked-blog]

"------ Oh . . . How ignorant of me. At least . . . it did work. Totally fooled me. Nice job."

[preconcievedxdisaster]

" That’d be too easy. Sometimes life has to be a      c h a l l e n g e.               Something good               demands to be               kept. This is about                  disposal. "

[clxckworked-blog]

     " Good thinking. Besides, even I won't bring               a really               good               book      when there's a      large chance of me losing it. "

[victoriousvocabulary]

TRISTESSE

[noun]

sadness; affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful.

Etymology: from French tristesse > Old French as tristesce, tristece, from triste + -esse > Latin tristitia.

[Elisabetta Trevisan - Ophelia]

[southerncomforted-deactivated20]

"That’s some real fucked up shit, yo.”

[clxckworked-blog]

"It is but . . . are you smiling about it or what?"

[urbxnlegxnd]

clockwxrkheart started following you

"I know what you’re thinking, I wouldn’t climb that fence if I were you."

[clxckworked-blog]

"Yep. Sounds like a bad idea, honestly. You're not sure what's waiting on the other side."