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▎♔ ⁛ ⁗ NEVERMISSES.
❛ I THOUGHT YOU said this was going to be fun. ❜
❝ —— PERHAPS IT WOULD BE, if you relaxed. not everyone is plotting your death, clove. ❞
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Sylvia Plath, excerpt of “The Moon and the Yew Tree,” Ariel
at the center of the ocean of the COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES where the day bids the moon goodnight. there lies a simple little flower its vine twisted ‘round the bower ; holding on to all the power of time ON THE CUSP OF DUSK when the sun bleeds one last drop . . . little flower begs the night Into RAVENOUS FLIGHT just for a while, until the sun may rise again ! // as narrated by sam. ( © )
▎♔ ⁛ ⁗ PERCEPTIONNS.
❝ IT WAS RIGHT HERE ! on this table, just there on the edge. I go to get some coffee & IT’S GONE ! I’m not blaming you or saying that I lost it it’s just . . . I need that diary. it’s . . . it’s ❞
❝ —— IMPORTANT TO YOU. ❞ a suggestion, spoken with an insipid voice. blandness colours her features ambiguous, with an almost pellucid tint of sympathy. ❝ i can help you find it, if it holds such value to you. do you often confide in that diary ? ❞
▎♔ ⁛ ⁗ JNNIFERSBDY.
‘ YOU’RE A COCKAMAMIE. your argument is as thick as pig shit & i don’t see the point you’re trying to make. ’ brows bounce , [ & so does her cleavage ] , lips are licked to add a glossy tint before head tilts to the side , hoop earrings following her lead. frame is perky / animate / peppy , tongue rolling along the ridges of her sharpened tusks. all the better to BITE you with. ‘ —— so. one point to jennifer check. ’
❝ ——AT LEAST WE’VE FOUND COMMON GROUND. i don’t see your point either, mainly because my knowledge of american slang terms is rubbish. ❞ she admits defeat with an orchestration of modesty & simplicity ( she lives in states of rosewater gloom, unaffected by the modern definition of elementary standards ) & a frolicsome smile. ❝ alright, miss victorious. fancy a celebration ? ❞
Whoever thinks money doesn’t bring happiness, transfer it to my account
OOC. i’ve spent the day watching jane eyre (1983 ) & designing a new theme because i’m never quite satisfied with what i have ! i hope everyone’s having a wonderful day <333
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Valentino S/S 2015.
▎♔ ⁛ ⁗ PERCEPTIONNS.
❝ YOU’RE A VERY WISE YOUNG WOMAN, MISS. but : you’re not a GOOD LIAR. not good enough to escape my eye, at least. so use this RAW BENEVOLENCE of yours for something . . . right. tell me the truth. ❞
her countenance is the depiction of guilt - it gnaws her from inside, swallowing slowly the specks of duplicity that sallies her platinum-feathered pinions. ❝ —— I NEVER INTENDED TO BE. i can’t do that, mister jane. i’m not a traitor either. ❞ ( a futile attempt to change the subject ) ❝ are you a good liar, sir ? ❞
▎♔ ⁛ ⁗ ENSAVAGED.
❝ NOT OFTEN AT all, no. i take great pride in my reliable sense of SPACIAL AWARENESS. ❞ her defensiveness flares & ebbs, a skimming ECLIPSE of oddly manifesting shock. the little bone of her jaw CLENCHES – a slight movement beneath the canvas of shimmering skin – & her muscles remain taut. ❝ where on earth did you come from? i had not seen anyone around. ❞
her hand falls to her side; what is another scratch on vulnerose flesh ? the paragon of crystal glass ( stained window in an abandoned sanctum ), a human shield, embracing pain with a smile. ❝ —— IT MUST BE FOR I PREFER THE SKY. i’m a little bit from everywhere. I’M NOT WHOLE. ❞ she surveys the stranger with amazement - she labels her a goddess, craving stars. ❝ are you whole, miss... ? or are you like me ? ❞
▎♔ ⁛ ⁗ PERCEPTIONNS.
❝ this place is well, it’s primarily a prison & we’re here, of course. but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean we’re his PRISONERS. they don’t know how poorly I deal with CONFINEMENT & RAGE. ❞
❝ —— USUALLY, WHEN PEOPLE are in a prison, they are called prisoners. ❞ what an amateur expertise - stating the obvious ! ❝ perhaps all he needs is consideration. do you think he’ll appreciate my jewels ? ❞
I — mixed with an unknown winter, what am I?
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
soft pink moodboard #1.
OOC. help me please ? c;
gives her a seashell as a birthday gift.
he reminds her of the sea. it is so facile to get lost into his eyes ! poseidon’s bathyal gemstones, a vivid commemoration of the nefarious tides that had devoured the innocence of a pristine soul, drowned in the aqueous brume of loss & times of war. they will throw up their hands in surrender ! she is more of a bygone pearl, the eburnean carcass of erraticism & amphitrite’s celestial flower. the scintillas of wonderment that twinkle in misty grey orbs are concealed by velveteen lashes; there are fireflies in her eyes - artificial sunlight - as she beholds the treasure. puerile kindliness embellishes her complexion; she holds the gift to her heart, quivering behind her ribcage, mantled in garlands of r o s e s ( these flowers veil graves ) their thorns now beatific butterflies. ( how scared they are ! ossific wings, too scared to even palpitate, at the peril of shattering bones. ) ❝ —— HOW CAN I THANK YOU ? ❞ a soft kiss; it leaves stardust gilded onto his cheek. ❝ you gave me infinity. i have nothing but words & money. ❞
OOC. my writing had been complimented on my roleplaying blogs before & i'm extremely grateful for each kind word, because they have given me a reason to smile daily ! but for a while, something has been bothering me. i think writers who don't use archaic / fancy words are not appreciated the way they should be. if i didn’t use archaic / fancy lexemes, would people still think my writing is beautiful ? if i give up on them, will they still appreciate me as a roleplaying partner ?
