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@fleshpreserve
Won’t you lay hands on me / mirror my MELODY / transfer my tragedy ? / got a CURSE I cannot lift / shines when the SUNSET shifts / when the MOON is round and full …
INDEPENDENT / HIGHLY-SELECTIVE / PRIVATE / LORE & CANON DIVERGENT – GINGER FITZGERALD FROM THE GINGER SNAPS MOVIE FRANCHISE / PORTRAYED BY EMILIE SINCE 2015 – REBOOTED 2018. ©
ppl who expect oc accounts to be meek and humble about their status as oc’s and to bow to canons like… darling, i built this from the ground up with no help. i made this with my own hands. this is my baby i brought into this world.
fuck meek and humble. HERE ARE MY CHILDREN, AND THEY ARE GREAT.
Big God - Florence + The Machine
Send a “❤” if you wish to rp with our characters. Send a “❤❤” if you wish to plot with our characters. Send a “❤❤❤” if you wish to ship with our characters.
Send a “❤❤❤ ❤❤ ❤” if you wish to do all of the above.
“You lick your lips, you taste like years of being alone.”
— Warsan Shire (via shrewdshrew)
In too Deep.
I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father.
Guilty (via justanotherrpmusing)
‘ i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies ’
☩ •☽ ― ﹕POETRY SENTENCE PROMPTS/STARTERS ————— MEME/ACCEPTING.
CURIOUS WHISPERS PLEADS FOR RECOGNITION THE COSMOS ENDLESS creating innumerable Milky Way’s, nebulas alongside the STARS seemingly handpicked and placed with intelligent precision. Notions like these RATTLED essentially inward the tortured cerebrum; mere mentioning of galaxies left intriguing thoughts in its wake always would it leave Amity-Lee tossing and turning at night PLAGUED by existential dread.
————— ❝ Life pulls and weaves INTRICATE details into the things we cannot even BEGIN to comprehend; the infinite terrifies me as it is so uncertain. ❞ ANXIOUS utterances void of wonder left cobalt hues drifting towards the heavens in frightened reverence ( Filled to the top with FEAR, but it’s all just a bunch of matter. ) ❝ I require FEELING something and touching something to know its real, I desperately yearn for the galaxies to have some significance, some meaning… but it all resembles EMPTINESS, and a shallow grave ready to be filled as life goes on. ❞ clad shoulders rotate awkwardly to convey EXHAUSTION, never truly responding to the other’s statement the universe and limitless questions would be her downfall.
@moonsworn
sentence prompts ➝ poetry starters
‘ life— the thing that happens to us. ’
‘ you owe no one your forgiveness. ’
‘ how’s that for a happily ever after? ’
‘ silence has always been my loudest scream. ’
‘ when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me. ’
‘ “no” is short for “fuck off.” ’
‘ you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be. ’
‘ i bet you regret making an enemy out of me. ’
‘ we cannot control what we remember ’
‘ i don’t even believe in people. ’
‘ it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are ’
‘ i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl. ’
‘ whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. everything else is just noise. ’
‘ i like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if they were upturned from a glass. ’
‘ resist much, obey little. ’
‘ be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you. ’
‘ i am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill. ’
‘ i deserved someone who was willing to stay ’
‘ you’re everywhere except right here and it hurts ’
‘ time doesn’t obey our commands ’
‘ girls like her were born in a storm. ’
‘ only the brave and the broken are kind in this world. ’
‘ people aren’t born sad; we make them that way. ’
‘ some people are born with tornados in their lives ’
‘ there is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames. ’
‘ tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves— ’
‘ some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice. ’
‘ these scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole. ’
‘ and you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light. ’
‘ but what could you possibly see in her? ’
‘ everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me. ’
‘ did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? ’
‘ you clutter my mind ’
‘ i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies ’
‘ i long for a life i have control of ’
‘ and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams ’
‘ don’t be afraid of getting hurt ’
‘ you have to fight to be alright ’
Just pin me down and make out with me until I’ve lost all sense of time and direction — I want to feel your exploring hands as your lips press against mine… I need to be on the receiving end of your ache and hunger.
“It’s haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again. My walls are closing in.”
— Linkin Park, Crawling (via music-and-quotes)
PHOTOBLED.
☩ •☽ ― ﹕STEFANO VALENTINI ————— CONTINUED.
his demeanor — yearns indifference && it swathes over already euphemistic expression. pentirsi, amare.. as he is already envisioning her as an art piece. afterall — presentation was key — inspiration piqued the photographer. stigmata-like. death clinging to his idealism like a crown of thorns perched ‘pon his head. “ what you say is very true, “ he croons, cadence of his tonality a husk, words wreathed with the sway of a Florence diacritic.
“ albeit with your blood, even work as already perfect as my own, will reach new standards in the eyes of the beholder, ” tensile of his fingers, clad in leather — marred with the inundation of ichor, twitch restlessly, impulsive to touch her flesh with malefic hands — to squeeze and splinter the bones of this body to give her a brand new one. “ yes, yes. perfezionare. blood and eyes. ”
SANGUINE ICHOR FLOWS RAPID THROUGH PROMINENT LILAC VEINS heavy lids drifted downwards slowly, DISBELIEF of the audacity and threatening nature protruding from the peculiar male clutching DESPERATELY for a mere taste of ripped flesh and marrow pulverized beneath clothed digits.
Shaken words aimlessly darts to try to strike some chord of UNEASE, never to betray true CONCERN crawling beneath ethereal epidermis ————— ❝ You’re unhinged, deluded. A MADMAN ! ❞ ( I can't ESCAPE the twisted way you think of me. ) a stroke of genius was not needed to fathom sickening intentions prepared to lay in wait, a venus fly trap ready to LURE a naïve fly into its gaping maw.
Frail form reels backward, thin fingers grasping for the wall behind or some item that could deter such a psychopath from wrecking HAVOC, to crush her soul and light into a morbid eternity.
