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indie rp blog for amy dunne ; book based ; nsfw & private should i remove my soul before I come inside ?

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startercall.

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𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 the man for a long time now. she has decided to be the adventurous blonde tonight. mysterious, elegant, witty. hair curled, lips delicately pecked with rosy shadows, pastel-blue dress. everything screams - i'm just a kind and well-behaved lady. plus — i'm fucking amazing at giving blowjobs.

❛   lonely  ?   ❜   lights, camera, action  — if you like me, take me home.

startercall.   :   @irritablefacade  

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𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡:   [   i'm drooling with the six-o love written all over my face. i have finally found my new persona !  you can see me jumping around my house naked, hands thrown in the air, screaming and laughing. i have now become the real blonde that you see in the 00s comedies. this beautiful, 0-sized, boob-jumpy blonde who loves her life, loves her house and loves fucking her husband. she watches football with the love of her life, eats burgers and occasionally gives juicy blowjobs.

and soon — THE BLONDE WILL BE GONE. technically dead. that is why i have now entered the third chapter of my new story: ''make fake friends. let the neighbours know you.''   ]

❛   i do hope i'm not bothering you !   ❜    tone of voice too high. now laugh, laugh and throw your head around so your hair looks like butter-coloured garlands.   ❛    you must be my new missouri neighbour. i'm amy dunne.   ❜   slender-fingered hand extended firmly. she hasn't decided yet which face would be preferable enough for her new friend.

startercall.   :   @ruinaa

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“Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you’d think all women do is clean and bleed.”

Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

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when i think of my wife, i always think of her head. the shape of it, to begin with. the very first time i saw her, it was the back of the head i saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. she had what the victorians would call a finely shaped head. you could imagine the skull quite easily. i’d know her head anywhere. and what’s inside it. i think of that, too: her mind. her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. like a child, i picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.

what are you thinking, amy ?

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Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

Sun Tzu (via ovalbound)