say something nice.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

Veronica Roth (via kingxfmischief)

[julielilac]

[fordramaticeffect]

preposterousbutitworks asked: " my dear, you've been stabbed. "

❝ Oh, don’t be silly! Sincerely, darling—I know you’ve always had a flare for the dramatic, but really—that’s quite the exaggeration, even for you. ❞

She clicked her tongue several times, gently chiding, and then she put up a finger—tapping him pointedly and quite insistently on the chest.

❝ Ah-ah-ah—don’t interrupt. It’s a very abrasive habit. Have I ever told you that? Anyway— ❞

Her eyebrows were visibly risen, and she lowered her gaze to the offending weapon in question—using the fabric of her skirt to wipe the blade clean, and then proceeding to turn it over in her grasp.

❝ If anything, I was very gently pinpricked. Not even a tiny bit exciting, I promise. Zero of ten. Very underwhelming. So, no need to be jealous. ❞

Absently, she smoothed a hand over where her overcoat had been torn—applying a smidge of pressure to the area, and then she stopped—flashing him a smile instead, batting her lashes a couple of times.

❝ Cross my little hearts. ❞

[adderalldust]

And I needed him, that’s the truth. I needed somebody to be with me. Somebody to stop the spinning.

Augusten Burroughs, Dry: A Memoir (via adderalldust)

[fordramaticeffect]

armedandclever asked: " no, i mean, as in, like - that is literally me. "

❝ Shh—shh, shh, shh. ❞

With a delicate flick of her wrist, she clapped a hand over his mouth—gently, yet quite forcibly hushing him, and then she proceeded to hold him there for another moment—gripping at his arm with her free hand.

❝ Yes, and aren’t you looking positively dapper—? Quiet now. Don’t want to make a scene. ❞

In a neat, fluid motion, she steered them back around the corner—smiling sweetly, if with a little touch of irony—giving him several pats along the way.

❝ —it just so happens that I possess my own personal set of peepers, and they see very well, thank you. Seriously, love, what do you take me for? ❞

She hummed out a short breath and released him, reaching down to smooth out the fabric of her skirts—and then she glanced up, regarding him with a moderately furrowed brow.

❝ I have it on very good authority that I know you much better than you do. Don’t argue. ❞

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She was never insane, just unhappy.

Margaret Atwood, from “The Testaments,” released c. September 2019 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[dwgif]

[fordramaticeffect]

armedandclever asked: " hold on, is that one of mine? "

❝ What, this charming little article—? ❞

Her eyelashes flickered several times, and she glanced over at him for a brief moment—seemingly candid.

Then she looked down at herself—still blinking, examining the tie that she had loosely knotted around her neck—giving its tail a few delicate, idle yanks.

❝ No way. Where’d you get a silly idea like that? As if I would ever— ❞ Her mouth clipped shut, and she didn’t finish straight away—suddenly turning the fabric over in her hands.

❝ —actually, wait—hold on— ❞ She began to fuss lightly with a couple of shabby edges—discarding an errant thread.

❝ —no—no, yeah—it’s definitely yours. See—all sad and tattered at the bottom. ❞ Her lips were pursed now, forming a slight pout, and she gave the piece a final, slightly disapproving face—before looking back his way again.

Then she smiled at him—shrugging her shoulders.

❝ Oops. ❞

[quotespile]

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via quotespile)

[fordramaticeffect]

armedandclever asked: " yeah, okay, so - last time i was here for a grand total of three days, all right? "

❝ —seriously—? ❞

Her lips were faintly apart, and she went still for a moment—watching him, blinking delicately—a teeny bit pointedly. Not quite genuinely surprised, but—still moderately disbelieving—for another second or two, anyway.

She took a short, audible little breath, and put up a finger, ducking her head—stepping closer to him.

❝ —no, no—sorry, dear—this is probably very silly of me, but—you were kidding just now, yes—? ❞

Her gaze flickered over him—giving him one, final chance to amend his statement, and then she slackened, exhaling—waving a dismissive hand.

❝ —right. Right—of course you weren’t. Because you’re—well, completely ridiculous like that, aren’t you? Hm. Lovely. Should’ve seen that one coming—yeah. ❞

She’d moved away from him—turned about in a little circle, pinching neatly at the bridge of her nose—and then she allowed her arm to fall back to her side—sliding her tongue across the inside of her bottom lip.

Speaking matter-of-factly.

❝ So—really, what you’re trying very hard to tell me—in the least personally humiliating way possible—is you haven’t got the slightest idea what you’re doing. ❞

[sunsetquotes]

I am the only one who can free me from this mess of mine.

Unknown (via sunsetquotes)

[fordramaticeffect]

❝ Oh well. Go figure. ❞

[jaimelannistre-archived]

So the Doctor is your bezzy mate and I’m supposed to believe that you’ve turned good?

[fordramaticeffect]

armedandclever asked: " it's not funny, though - seriously. lives were - y'know, lost. "

❝ Lost, really—? ❞ She clicked her tongue and made a little face at him, pouting her lips—gently chiding.

❝ No, no—don’t be silly now—I happen to know exactly where they went. No need to fret. ❞

Right, so—that probably hadn’t been the most tactful of remarks to make in the given moment, however—it had been a particularly irresistible one—if rather unappreciated by its tortured recipient.

Delicately, she cleared her throat—broaching the silence with a teense more care this time—lowering her eyes, and coming up closer beside him.

❝ —yes—yes, they were, dear. I’m afraid big, scary raging explosions do tend to have that uncomely side effect. Still, you’re very good to remind us—no, really—you’re very, very good at it. ❞

She’d taken him by the arm—giving him several pats on the shoulder.

Her eyebrows were moderately risen, and she flashed a brief, implicative glance in his general direction—before quieting once more—relinquishing her hold on him and clasping her hands together before her waist. Resigning herself to patience.

Well, for a hot minute, anyway. She took a short, neatly audible breath—her mouth popping back open.

❝ —ahem, excuse me—sorry, I know—last thing, I promise, but—how long do these little designated mourning periods of yours generally last—? ❞

She blinked a couple of times—her gaze flickering over him.

❝ Because—that was an awful lot of excitement we had just now, and—no offense to the dead, may their meaty bits R.I.P and all that, but—I’m still alive, and I’m positively famished. ❞

[metaphorformetaphor]

Did he ignite me, or did he choke my fire?

Qassim Haddad, from “Of Qays,” Chronicles of Majnun Layla and Selected Poems (Syracuse University Press, 2014)

[fordramaticeffect]

armedandclever asked: " ice warriors. oh - i hate ice warriors. why can't they ever just - i don't know, stay asleep? "

A tiny giggle escaped her lips, and she bowed her features for a second or two, eyeing the terrain below—entertained, smiling to herself. Rather fondly amused.

Then she took a slight breath, and—upon glancing in his general direction, deduced that he may have been at least moderately sincere. Oops.

Her eyelashes flickered several times, and she came to a standstill—pivoting neatly on the heel of her boot.

❝ Hm? Oh—there, there, there—chin up, love. That’s right---don’t despair. They’re just one little flamethrower away from total annihilation. Cross my saintly hearts. ❞

In a single, fluid motion, she’d returned to his side—definitely not giving him a chance to interrupt.

The furrow of her brow had risen, and she tipped her head to favor one shoulder, blinking in a pragmatic fashion—humming out a short breath.

❝ Still, I’m with you. Absolutely couldn’t have said it better myself, actually. Lovely, bravo—one more time for the smallish ones in the back! ❞

She paused, seeming to consider—before glancing up at him.

❝ Well—I say smallish ones, but—they’re really all quite chunky, aren’t they? Yeah. Honestly, I haven’t the slightest idea what they expect, snoozing away the millenniums like that—and they’re always so tetchy after the thawing process! ❞

She linked arms with him, leaning there—swaying a bit.

❝ Show them who’s boss, shall we? ❞

[julielilac]