Freddie's Blog

Reporter, photographer, addicted to books and cute things.

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We construct fairy tales and we accept them.

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Contentment is an odd emotion, one I’m almost unfamiliar with. Up until these strange recent events my life had mostly consisted of monotony sprinkled with the occasional instance of fear, but now my days seem bright, whole. Interesting.

There are gifts, and laughter, and fine food and good wine, and there is longing, and there is impatience, but they’ve mixed to form what is shaping into true content.

Fear and Death have courted me, and I’ve accepted their proposal.

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Karl Stauffer-Bern #Skulls

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It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much—to hold it in your arms—and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.

Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn (via gayboleyn)

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Oh ho ho my dash did a thing. >___>

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Nobody wrote my ending. I get to write my own.

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It’s too quiet in here. the dull beep and hiss of the machines are the only sound, steady and soft, periodically interrupted by a mewling cry from Frederick when a nightmare rouses him from his sleep.

I realize how close I came. The remains of my… associate, my friend, the burned, mottled body he now is trapped in, that could have been my body.

Did he burn in my place?

Did my faked death fuel the fire for his maiming?

In a sense I feel guilt, I feel like I dodged a bullet, and I also feel relief. I guess I feel guilty for feeling relieved too. I know I’m lucky, I’ve always been lucky.

This cut me deep. Deeper than I want anything to get me. Part of my job is learning to detach and suddenly I can’t detach- that’s not like me at all, and it’s not where I want to be emotionally. 

I have to admit I’m in love, and love has made everything so complicated. I’m faced with feelings I don’t want to face.

Things were so much easier a year ago. 

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You better be careful or someone’s going to believe you have a soft side, Frederica. How unlike you.

I don’t mewl.

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You do too. <3 Especially in bed.

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It’s too quiet in here. the dull beep and hiss of the machines are the only sound, steady and soft, periodically interrupted by a mewling cry from Frederick when a nightmare rouses him from his sleep.

I realize how close I came. The remains of my... associate, my friend, the burned, mottled body he now is trapped in, that could have been my body.

Did he burn in my place?

Did my faked death fuel the fire for his maiming?

In a sense I feel guilt, I feel like I dodged a bullet, and I also feel relief. I guess I feel guilty for feeling relieved too. I know I’m lucky, I’ve always been lucky.

This cut me deep. Deeper than I want anything to get me. Part of my job is learning to detach and suddenly I can’t detach- that’s not like me at all, and it’s not where I want to be emotionally. 

I have to admit I’m in love, and love has made everything so complicated. I’m faced with feelings I don’t want to face.

Things were so much easier a year ago. 

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Oh darling.

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to the artist-i just wanted to say thank you for being one of the few chilton RPers who portrays him in character. it's so refreshing. and, of course, your art is absolutely wonderful!

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Rug Chapel, Corwen,

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What's the most unethical thing you've done?

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FREDERICK RUPERT CHILTON HOW DARE.

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I am in love.

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Ink.

I am poured outlike water onto dustmy blood thickmouth dryeyes smartingmind racingheart drumming in my chestlike a funeral marchFear consumes meTruth eludes me,Grief and Deathare my usual companionsnowI used to know Sympathybut She left long ago.Exhaustion is a permanent stateeach day harder than the onebeforeBut there are brief momentsin between the sorrowsand the sleeplessnessthat I know loveand those beautiful momentsshort as a breathjustify the suffering.

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Vanitas ~ by Cornelius Gijsbrechts…

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Paper!

“Dandelion Wine” by Ray Bradbury :)