𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.

maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩.

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“boo.” // from talking cat morgana

          »   @theirwarmth.

   ‘‘   𝐜’𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐠𝐮𝐲,   ’’   pets,  as  his  well - known  achilles’  heel,  trigger  an  instant  smile.  he’s  crouching  to  caress  the  cat  until  something  catches  his  eye:  oh,  𝘪𝘵  𝘩𝘢𝘴  𝘢  𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳.   ‘‘   lost  huh  ?   ’’

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take winnie for a walk for me or i will use this gun :)!

          »   @arustel.

   ‘‘   𝘺𝘦𝘴  𝘮𝘢’𝘢𝘮.   ’’

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fuck wren specifically

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[scavengememes]

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S  ❝ HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS

SHIP TO WRECK

“remind me, what was it that i said?”

“did i drink too much?”

“am i losing touch?”

“what’s with the long face?”

“do you want more?”

WHAT KIND OF MAN

“you were on the other side, like always.”

“i was drunk enough to deal with it.”

“sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out.”

“how do you manage to have me crawling back for more?”

HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL

“now there’s a few things we have to burn.”

“tell me you see it too.”

“i’m happy you’re beside me.”

“maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough.”

QUEEN OF PEACE

“what is it worth when all that’s left is hurt?”

“some things never sleep.”

“come on, is this what you want?”

“somebody’s gotta lose.”

“you’re driving me away.”

VARIOUS STORMS & SAINTS

“i gave myself over willingly.”

“i am teaching myself how to be free.”

“if you could just forgive yourself…”

“some things you let go in order to live.”

“i know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.”

“one day this will be over - i swear it’s not so far away.”

DELILAH

“i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine.”

“these chains never leave me.”

“can’t you let me know?”

“never knew i was a dancer.”

LONG & LOST

“are you missing me?”

“is it too late to come on home?”

“i figured out where i belong.”

CAUGHT

“it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do.”

“when i sleep, i never dream of you.”

“i can’t keep calm - i can’t keep still.”

“i forget all that i’ve been taught.”

THIRD EYE

“it tore you open.”

“you don’t know why.”

“you don’t have to be a ghost.”

“you deserve to be loved.”

“i’m the same. i’m trying to change.”

ST. JUDE

“each side is a loser, so who cares who fired the gun?”

“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”

“i couldn’t keep my mouth shut.”

“i’m trying to find the meaning.”

MOTHER

“won’t you leave me?”

“i want no more than this.”

“can you protect me from what i want?”

“all these couples are kissing.”

HIDING

“you don’t have to tell me why.”

“not sure i can deal with this.”

“i know there’s a part of you that i just cannot reach.”

“you don’t have to let me in, just know that i’m still here.”

“it’s your pride that’s keeping us still so far apart.”

MAKE UP YOUR MIND

“i never thought i’d be a killer.”

“while you’ve been saving your neck, i’ve been breaking mine for you.”

“make up your mind before i make it up for you.”

“let me live or let me love you.”

WHICH WITCH

“it’s an old scar.”

“who’s a heretic now?”

“am i making sense?”

“you can’t tell me to regret.”

“i’m on trial.”

PURE FEELING

“it was more than i could bear.”

“you know, i hoped to see you there.”

“i keep on moving in the spaces where you used to be.”

“i knew that this would end in tears.”

CONDUCTOR

“does that make you mine?”

“this work is never done.”

“who’s in control? who’s playing who?”

“i know this part so well.”

AS FAR AS I COULD GET

“wasting my goddamn time.”

“i went as far as i could get.”

“i am unloved.”

“i’m not far enough yet.”

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vairuler‌.

｡ﾟﾟ         KHRYSOPOS     MALANTHA  .         SEE     HER    :         BECOME     DELIRIOUS     WITH     POSPHENES     .         nightly     raindrops     as     delicate     as     this     pulse       /         a     starfire     stare       /         divinity     like     a     sabre     in     her     gut  .                    she’s      pouting       ,         almost       ,         vermilion     tiers     plumping  .                  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠  .                     ❛           i     agree     that     red     is     just     your     color     but          —–     —-     –           ❜                      digit     expands       ,         eglatine     fragrant     nearing       ,         her     fingertip     smudging     into     other’s     visage       &         whisking     𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧     𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝     ‘cross     malar  .                      blurred       /         bloody  .                     ❛           —–     —-     –         mind     cleaning     up     once     in     a     while     ?           ❜

   ‘‘   haven’t  come  across  a  single  mirror  that  isn’t  broken,  sadly,   ’’   please,  only  lucky  dogs  consider  it  an  actual  prospect.  the  air,  flat,  flat  and  calm,  hollowed  by  a  quietness  that  leaves  a  ringing.  here,  a  figure  hunching  before  her  touch  makes  him  look  up,  expression  only  weighed  down  by  the  worry.  buried,  barely  possible  to  dismiss  when  chaos  is  now  natural.  voices  like  hers,  intelligible  and  polar,  ground  him,  however.  enough  to  make  him  sigh,   give  his  rendition  of  a  chuckle,  close  his  eyes  (  even  more  unthinkable  nowadays  !  ).

   ‘‘   𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐢  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐛𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥  𝐢𝐭’𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.   ’’   this  time.

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   ‘‘   then  you’d  be  proving  annette  right.   ’’   the  way  this  could  end,  he  has  a  presentiment  of:  ugly,  as  it  happened  with  the  little  things  that  had  the  rarity  of  earning  closure.  or  a  semblance  of  it.  maybe  his  eyes  narrow  because  it  feels  like  a  betrayal.  𝗶𝘁  𝙞𝙨  𝗮  𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹.  they  have  a  way  of  coming  to  him,  revelations  and  monsters  alike.  both  at  once,  when  he’s  particularly  unlucky.   ‘‘   she  says  you’re  not  fbi,  reno.  and  ․  ․  ․  𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦  𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘵  𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦  𝘩𝘦𝘳.   ’’   @isolov .

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   ‘‘   losing  you  for  a  sec  back  there  scared  me  to  𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝,   ’’   if  the  heaved  exhale  or  frown  is  anything  to  go  by.  a  hand  almost  reaches  out,  second  nature,  but  he  does  step  forward.   ‘‘   𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵   ?   ’’   @drussje  ♡ ’ ed.

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the amount of l//eon x r//eader imagines ive come across in his tag in just ONE sitting......

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Out of all the articles made about the resident evil 2 remake, this is the last thing I expected to see.

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rests her head on his shoulder !

        »    @aursols  !

   awareness  had  to  come  with  a  cost;  a  ringing  on  his  ears,  a  cold  rush  that’s  close  to  irrelevant,  usually  followed  by  a  heightened  pressure  on  his  chest.  his  back  slides  down  the  wall,  breathing  irregularly  if  even  barely.  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁’𝘀  𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆  𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻,  but  this  is  not  about  stating  the  obvious.  he  doesn’t  tell  her  a  single  word  about  how  her  weight  on  his  shoulder  just  grounded  him  to  the  grime  underneath.

   she’s  close.  close  enough  to  be  a  moonlight  hallucination,  close  enough  to  be  real.

   with  aurelia  sitting  next  to  him,  it’s  easy  for  leon  to  cradle  one  of  her  hands  with  his  under  the  pretense  of———  he  can’t  come  up  with  an  excuse.  he  holds  it  to  simply  hold,  keep  close,

   𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩  𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

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hey leon you happy to see me or is that your devil trigger?

          »    @triggerarms  !

   ‘‘   𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐛𝐲  𝐧𝐨𝐰———   ’’   a  quick  flick,  though  mere  moments  later  he  withdraws  it,  gun  lazily  shoved  into  the  holster.   ‘‘    𝘪𝘵’𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳.  good  thing  you’re  back.   ’’

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"Let's hope that beginner's luck gets us out of this alive."

        »    @dawnled  !

   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐨𝐧  𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡’𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧  ?  𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐞  ?  ‘  having  ’  is  not  a  constant,  as  we  all  know:  it  gets  stale  real  fast.  loss  gets  you  dead,  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭  𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵.  he  does  have,  however,  a  shotgun,  and  another  pair  of  eyes  that  he  only  saw  their  actual  color  hours  ago,  or  thinks  he  did.  leon  makes  sure  to  emphasize  he’s  walking  faster  now  that  he’s  been  reminded,  but  never  lets  too  many  steps  of  difference  between.

   then,  a  murmur,  hopeful  and  as  it  is  dreadful;

   ‘‘   yeah,  𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩  𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠  𝙝𝙤𝙬  𝙛𝙖𝙧  𝙞𝙩’𝙨  𝙜𝙤𝙩  𝙢𝙚.   ’’

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STELLAUX‌.

SHE STANDS FASCINATED ; lavender eyes watching with anticipation as the marksman skillfully hits the target with no less than a single bullet. her golden brows quickly rising with inspiration, as she enthusiastically presses her palms together in a grand applause. ( how exciting / how incredible ), stella finds herself completely swept away by his small performance. ❝ brava, good sir, brava ! ❞

   ‘‘   𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴  𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘵---------  ?   ’’   the  ringing  weakens  into  a  faint  buzz,  one  that  has  his  mind  hyper  aware  of  the  surroundings.  the  people  in  them,  too:  an  easily  recognizable  face,  meeting  him  in  person,  makes  him  scramble  for  words.   ‘‘   thank  you  ma’am.  𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻  𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆,  𝗮𝘁  𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿  𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲.  i---------  uh,  didn’t  know  you  were  watching  ․ ․ ․  have  you  been  here  for  long  ?   ’’

[1ightly]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BMTX4Lch_hW

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

To live was to keep to this side of night, but I was listening all along for the secrets of the other.

William Huhn, from “Grave Ivy,” Flint Hills Review (no. 22, 2017)

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   ‘‘   we---------  𝐢  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞  𝐧𝐨𝐰,   ’’   had  it  not  been  for  the  gloves,  the  skin  on  his  palms  would’ve  scraped  bloody  when  leaning  on  the  wall,  agitated  and  struggling  to  enunciate,   ‘‘   𝘩𝘰𝘸  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘶𝘱  ?   ’’  @ofragnanival  ♡ ’ ed.