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You drink like you have to forget something.
The saddest shit ever said (via kyliejnners)
And she aches, because she remembers.
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She didnāt sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.
Notes from an exhibition by Patrick Gale, page 36. (via maybesorrowismygain)
She was like a sword. Her tongue was sharp, she was always ready to fight She never showed fear Her eyes only ever showed determination.
sunrises-and-nightlights (via wnq-writers)
mewssings:
&&Ā the Ā only Ā solution Ā was Ā to Ā Ā STAND AND FIGHT &&Ā my body was Ā BRUISED, Ā &&Ā i was SET ALIGHT but Ā you Ā came Ā over Ā me Ā like Ā Ā some Ā HOLY RITE && although i was BURNING, youāre the ONLY LIGHT
Hollow City - Ransom Riggs.
āI know nothing about that.ā Yuri confessed, pads of his fingers press against each other, building a bridge in-between. His dark eyes remained on the figure before him, unwavering in its intensity. A beat and he looked away, gaze instead moving to the large ring on his finger, tilting it so the black gem in the center would catch the light. As it shone, the skin surrounding began to protrude with tiny black veins, gradually crawling its way up his arm. An eye roll and a sigh.Ā āBloody thingās cursed.ā
āSure, Avery, and Iām the princess of Genovia.ā she scoffed, hazel eyes narrowing at the lithe boy before her. His ebony veins stretched, resembling the silhouette of a growing tree. Revolting.Ā ā--are you GORMLESS? How long have you been wearing that bloody thing? Take itĀ off before the curse spreads through your entire body, unless you fancy a trip to the Artifacts Accidents floor at St. Mungoās.ā Lily refused to trust Yuri. Her faith was hard won, and not only did he come from a family of blood purists, there was a superficial air about him.Ā ā--how did you even come across it in the first place?ā
āCāMON, get your lazy arse up ā we need to do dueling practice!!ā
āIāve never seen someone so EAGER to get her arse kicked -- justĀ five more minutes, Iām still recovering from last nightās crusade.ā
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I like you // I love you // Youāre one of my best friends // Youāre like family // You areĀ family // I dislike you // I hate you // Iād kill you if I got the chance // Iām scared of you // I would adopt you // Iād date you // Iād sleep with you // Iād marry you // Iām worried about you // You confuse me // Youāre annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // Iād invite you with me to parties // Iād lend you my moneyĀ // Iād borrow your money // Youāre good-looking // Iām suspicious of you // Iām hiding something from you // Youāre fun // Youāre boring // Youāre nice // Youāre mean // Youāre smart // Youāre stupid // I look up to you // I think youāre a better person than me // I think Iām a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish Iād never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
ā§ who's your favorite cousin?
āi try to notĀ play favorites when it comes to FAMILY, but wand to my throat, iād have to say victoire and roxanne are tied for that spot. i love them both for so many reasons: victoire for her ferocity and her Ā p a s s i o n Ā ā you should see the way her eyes sparkle like diamondsĀ when she talks about DRAGONS. and she has aĀ beautiful mind,Ā sheās an excellent strategist,Ā sheās come up with so many ingenious plans for the order. she is organized chaos, aĀ s t o r mĀ with skin, a fellow Valkyrie, the DRAGON to my phoenix. and i love roxanne because sheās resourceful and vivacious and so Ā s t r o n g . sheās such a fighter even though i KNOW she wants more out of life than this. she wants to live, and she Ā d e s e r v e s Ā that. iām gonna do everything i can to make sure sheās able to someday ā i want to VISIT her at her beach house when this is all over and sip piƱa coladas by the shore. sheās one of my best friends, and sheās entitled to more than this. we all are.ā
AMA is there anything that would ever make you turn your back on your family?
āthereās nothing in this world that would ever make me BETRAY my family -- and that includes my friends, by the way, family doesnāt just depend on blood. no matter what happens, iām with them, until the very end. not even the imperius curse could FORCE me to abandon them. nothing could. i will always remain loyal to them first and foremost, above all else.ā
Send meĀ āThree little words!ā and Iāll generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.
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she watched as he crumpled to the ground at the hands of sectumsempra, his chestnut eyes fluttering closed. rivers of vermilion flowed from him, the gashes so deep she could see ivory bone beneath the flesh. adrenaline surging through lilyās veins, her feet seemed to move on their own accord, rushing towards him. she was a fool, a fool by heavenly compulsion, but she refused to allow him to perish. not after all he had done for her. crouching down beside him, she wrapped the invisibility cloak around them before gripping his arm and apparating to the first place she could think of. it was an recently abandoned safehouse in newquay, a sprawling and now barren cottage. conjuring him a bed, she gingerly placed his unconscious body down on the sheets and then set to work. it took three castings of vulnera sanentur, an application of essence of dittany, and an blood replenishing potion poured down his throat for him to finally open his eyes. her entire body sighed in relief at his revival, unable to contain it. her emotions were always so vehement, so ferocious. āhow do you feel?ā her timbre of her voice was much softer than usual.
āIām not drunk,ā roxanne snorted, trying to peer at the bottom of her glass, a small giggle escaping her lips.Ā āyouāre just blurry. thatās not on me.ā leaning back, she ordered another round of drinks.Ā ānow come, drink. i canāt possibly finish these all on my own.ā
āwhatever you say, rox my sox. just donāt go around calling me BLURRYFACE.ā she quipped, complete with an exaggerated shudder. āiād never forgive you.ā her red lips curling up into a simper as the bartender placed the shots before them, she raised her glass.Ā āto us -- the order.Ā weāre going to find a way to get our own back. whatever it takes.ā
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SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST;
ā: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain
ā”: how my muse calms yours in a lightening storm while theyāre pulled over on the side of the road
ā: my muse comforting yours while they get a tattoo
ā: my museās reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
āÆ: what my muse says to yours after they havenāt spoken for five hours since a fight
ā: my museās letter to yours that they left after they passed away
ā°: my museās reaction to watching yours die from afar
āæ: my museās reaction to leaving a cut on your museās body
ā: my museās reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
ā: my museās reaction to finding drugs in your museās handbag
āŗ: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club
ā : my museās reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead
āŗ: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home
ā: the last thing my muse says to yours before leaving for good
ā: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasnāt been heard from for the fifth night this week
ā: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one
ā±: my museās reaction to waking up to yours muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before
ā: my museās reaction to finding yours in a public bathroom, drugged and almost unconscious
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