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Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question.
Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951 (via fyp-philosophy)
You keep your heart pure, and I’ll keep my head complicated. And our paradoxes will fall in love together.
A. Abraham (via fy-perspectives)
♔♔ crimsonspellsword.
what i want to ask you comes like this: the breeze, curled fresh from white-tipped spanking waves and spat ( or spilled ) like crimes in lovers’ glossaries up o’er the bladed drop of the city’s seat; it’s thick, it’s tanged sweet with rust &. dusted rightly with sea-salt or strangle-smoke or both mid-summer when the heat can hold it all. it’s the reason why our eyes are set to shadow passers-by along their pathways on the promenade, while we still have lips and legs and lungs ourselves. i would ask you, i think, about what’s missing in the pair of us. &. you might quest; ha! but to return to me with innuendo–––– that or the meaning of life on a post-it note. that or the truth.
Too long she had denied the ice in her veins. Honesty was never one of her virtues, denial of personal feelings a vice.
Of all her vices, he was the most addicting. A habit she couldn’t break a need and a want all at once an urge she couldn’t satisfy.
Just as smoke dissipates into nothingness so did he.
How many years had it been? She hadn’t bothered to count.
Enough time had passed that she had forgotten the sound of him the way his whispers felt pressed into her neck as their bodies melded together upon cushions or ‘gainst walls or beneath sheets.
He was gone, memories of him faded and worn away. Though she desired it more than anything she could not revisit the chapter of her life with him in it.
"You should teach me that banana trick sometime~"
“Gladly! It helps to have a poor gag reflex in general, but practice can help with that. It’s all about relaxing your throat, like so….”
“Would you by chance have a spare banana I could practice on? Orrr at least something of a similar shape?”
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⚜ What're your lasting impressions of Reina as a person?
- AN ANSWER FROM THE MAGNIFICENT FLOATING BASTARD HIMSELF-
“Ahh yes, Reina. Roux. Such a pretty little thing she is~ I always did fancy her. When she was quite young I could tell she’d be fun, in various ways if you understand what I mean heh heh.
Now now.. lasting impression? Hmm... Someone I am ever amused by. Such an intriguing creature, that Reina. I never could fully get a read on her…”
Ink on a page, thoughts poured out into physical form, black blood staining parchment paper, life flowing into them, given by the hand that has penned them. The words each hold a part of her soul, thoughts she will never voice. Ideas and emotions she chokes upon if attempts are made to speak them.
Thanks for being there for me then, even if you aren’t now.
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‘ Reina, dear. i–– i do hope you don’t mind–– … are you quite well? ‘
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“--Oh, ahh, Miss Claire. My apologies, I didn’t see you there. I’m alright, forgive me if my expression was sour.”
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She’s been scribbling something into the hardbound journal clasped in her hands. Can’t be anything good based on the look gracing her features.
Go away. I’m all right.
H.G. Wells
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“Suitors talk of love, but it’s an act!”
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“You’re most correct, my dear. ‘Tis all a farce, poor attempts to woo you to steal your riches and... other things.”