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i forgot that you existed
“ you did me wrong. ” “ i couldn’t get away. ” “ something happened one magical night. ” “ i forgot that you existed. ” “ i thought that it would kill me, but it didn’t. ” “ it isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it’s just indifference. ”
cruel summer
“ i’m always waiting for you. ” “ devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. ” “ what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more. ” “ it’s new, the shape of your body. ” “ it’s a cruel summer with you. ” “ we’ll just screw it up in these trying times. ” “ if i bleed, you’ll be the last to know. ” “ said i’m fine, but it wasn’t true. ” “ i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. ” “ i love you– ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? ” “ i screamed, for whatever it’s worth. ”
lover
“ we could leave the christmas lights up till january. ” “ this is our place, we make the rules. ” “ there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you. ” “ have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years? ” “ can i go where you go? ” “ can we always be this close? ” “ i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. ” “ i’ve love you three summers now, honey, but i want ‘em all. ” “ i take this magnetic force of a man/women/etc. ” “ my heart’s been borrowed, and yours had been blue. ” “ all’s well that ends well to end up with you. ” “ save all your dirtiest jokes for me. ” “ at every table, i’ll save you a seat. ” “ darling you’re my lover. ”
the man
“ i played the field before i found someone to commit to. ” “ i’m so sick of running as fast as i can. ” “ wondering i’d get there quicker is i was a man. ” “ i’m so sick of them coming at me. ” “ coz if i was a man, then i’d be the man. ” “ they’d say i hustled, put in the work. ” “ they wouldn’t shake their heads and questions how much of this i deserve. ” “ it’s okay that i’m mad. ”
the archer
“ i’m ready for combat. ” “ i don’t want that. ” “ cruelty wins in the movies. ” “ i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you. ” “ easy they come, easy they go. ” “ i never grew up. ” “ help me hold on to you. ” “ i’ve been the archer, i’ve been the prey. ” “ who could ever leave me, darling? ” “ but who could stay? ” “ who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay? ” “ i search for your dark side. ” “ what if i’m all right, right here? ” “ i hate my reflection for years and years. ” “ i pace like a ghost. ” “ all of my heroes die all alone. ” “ i see right through me. ” “ can you see right through me? ” “ all the king’s horses, all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again. ” “ all of my enemies started out friends. ”
i think he knows
“ his/her/their hands already a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it’s mine. ” “ got that boyish look i like in a man. ” “ i’m an architect, i’m drawing up the plans. ” “ nobody understands. ” “ he/she/they got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue. ” “ wanna see what’s under that attitude. ” “ i want you. ” “ i think he knows. ” “ i’ll make myself at home and he’ll/she’ll/they’ll/you’ll want me to stay. ” “ hand on my thigh, we can follow the sparks. ”
miss americana & the heartbreak prince
“ you know i adore you. ” “ i’m crazier for you than i was at 16. ” “ now i’m feeling hopeless. ” “ i counted the days, i counted the miles. ” “ it’s been a long time coming. ” “ it’s you and me, that’s my whole world. ” “ you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. ” “ voted most likely to run away with you. ” “ i see the high fives between the bad guys. ” “ you are the only one who seems to care. ” “ i’m feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed. ” “ darling, i’m scared. ” “ no cameras catch my muffled cries. ” “ i counted the miles to see you there. ”
we don’t seem to have the basis of a servant-master relationship, do we? you came here to be with me.
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the duke asks as he enters the room with a SIGH -- a royal visit can be exhausting when you are at the beck and call of the king and queen. philip rests on his cane; his leg is aching. some days, he wishes he was without it. he can still remember france and the explosion that took his full mobility. by the time the royal dresser enters the room, he’s seated on the bed with his leg raised. “ah, ellis, is it?” he asks, tilting his head curiously. he gives a smile that does not reach his eyes. the spanish flu had finished running its course, and philip is exhausted. he’d lost minnie only a few months earlier.
he’d loved her, of course. . . in the way that he can. it was never the conventional marriage; he had started courting her in new york in 1913, and they wed by the summer. her parents had been very excited about the prospect of a duke. by may of the next year, little albert had been born, and an heir had been secured in his family line. his mother could not have been more pleased. and then by august, he had been shipped off to war as an able-bodied young man. he’d been wounded in 1917, and that was when their romance had been rekindled. he found that he loved her, maybe not in the most natural way, but they were good companions together. they were well-suited. he didn’t expect to lose her so young. and now it is 1920, and he has a six year old without a mother. philip can only do so much as a father.
as exhausting as this visit is, this is a nice reprieve away from crowborough. philip shifts, his jacket already off and resting on his bed. “as much as i like looking pretty for her majesty, i do sometimes lament wearing so many layers.” he jests and goes to stand, letting out a soft grunt as he puts weight on his left leg. “i’m sure you can help me out of them quite swiftly, can’t you?” it has been. . . some time since he has been able to flirt. he wonders if he still has the same charm he did in his youth, with his tired eyes and his trimmed mustache. the cane must be off-putting, but this valet is a charmer. . . what the king doesn’t know won’t hurt him, would it?
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eyes killer cold and black and bare. i wanna go back, i wanna go back. i wanna take to my guns and break you. i’m so so cold in the marrow of my bones. i was in full bloom until i met you. dance with me and shake your bones. paperback dreams in my deep doze. take your throne, pump your veins with gushing gold. shake my little soul for you now. i’m a fool of many tricks and tools and joy, with a battery of guilt on which to poise. mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs. i can’t take this place, i just wanna go where i can get some space. i take your gloom, i curl it up and puff it into plumes. how can i believe you, how can i be nice, tripping around the tree stumps in your summer smile? face so lost, petrified, timid twitch in your wide eyes. you’re so juiced, you said you’d kick the booze. don’t you cry, don’t you drain those big blue eyes. i fake my breaking smile. i’m a twisted fool, my hands are twisted too. don’t spin me a lie, i’m crooked but upright. all i ever want, is just a little love. all i ever want, is breaking me apart. makes my nerves clench close and my bones go cold when i see that room. your smile so super quiet. you won’t make it back this time. you know, you know the way that i hide. why don’t you dance like you’re sick in your mind? you know the way that i hide for you. can’t you feel your dirty face? don’t it leave that filthy taste? you can’t breathe without me.
daddy was dumb, said that i’d be something special. brought up tough but i was a gentle human. said that he loved each of my two million freckles. i sit in the car and i listen to static. you were clearly meant for more than a life lost in the war. i know you’ll feel the ghost of the memory so warm. my body’s in tatters, in an ordinary fashion. maybe, i wish i could remold you to vertical and golden. it hurts to say it’s hopeless and we ain’t gonna make it. sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me sad. why can’t we laugh now like we did then? how come i see you and ache instead? how come you only look pleased in bed? i want you for the world, i want you all the time. i won’t forget how you looked at me then. why don’t i say it then? i want you all the time. my heart strings broke and it was me, i pull they stretch infinitely. in the summer silence i was getting violent. i’ll be dreaming in my paper pale skin. burn through my love just like your drugs. everything you didn’t know you were looking for. i wish you could see the wicked truth, caught up in a rush it’s killing you. i settle for a ghost i never knew. i miss him, don’t you blame me. i feel so fucking numb. gonna fuck my way through college. i’m gonna sleep ‘cos you live in my daydreams. i am a true romantic, free falling love addict. pulled me through the door and stuck her teeth in deep. all your days are gone, sitting on the floor in your underwear, begging me for more. why don’t you light that cigarette and calm down, now stop and breathe a second. go back to the very beginning. can’t you see what was different then? your head is so numb. that nervous breath you try to hide, between the motions that trembling tender little sigh. i want to hold you like you’re mine. you’re gone but you’re on my mind. i’m lost but i don’t know why.
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“do my eyes deceive me? lady mary crawley.” philip spends a lot more time in london now that minerva has passed. dear minnie, a sweet thing, that he enchanted with his duchy. a new york heiress was the answer to all his problems, and now he has his estate and a son. ( though, it had not been EASY to fulfill his duties, all things considered. ) “what a treat to see you here.” he has changed over the years; the war has aged him, and he supports himself with a cane now, similar to one john bates. “what brings you to london?” a pause. “i ... had heard about mr. crawley. my sincerest apologies.” | @ofnxbility gets this because i’m spamming friends
“ -- -- LORD GRANTHAM, is that you?” there philip stands in the gentleman’s club in london. he’s grown a mustache and leans against a cane these days after the war. “how long has it been? i haven’t seen you since, oh, nineteen-twelve. ten years and a war in between. may i sit?” he doesn’t wait for robert to answer, limping to sit across from him. “tell me, how are things at downton?” | @acercontego gets some duke bs
“go to bed. . . unless you want to stay.” philip, you bastard.