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[iamacuteapplepie]

Edgar Allan Poe - "The Raven"

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

[iamacuteapplepie]

:)

𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢

𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢,

𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢,

𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰,

𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔢,

𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,

𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡,

𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯,

𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,

𝔦 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔪𝔞𝔫,

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫,

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢,

𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔫𝔬𝔴,

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔦 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢,

𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤.

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔭, 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢,

𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰,

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢, 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨

𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢, 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢,

𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔯,

𝔬𝔥, 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯.

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩’𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔦 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯,

𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔬 𝔬𝔫.

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱,

𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔴, 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢,

𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦’𝔪 𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫,

𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫,

𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬

𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

“𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔡𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲?”

[iamacuteapplepie]

You know I can't leave you alone

Make you feel my love, oh-oh

[iamacuteapplepie]

Don't worry sweetheart, it was just a bad dream

[solar1s]

Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil|Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath|Fyodor Dostoevsky, The House of the Dead|Franz Kafka, Conversations With Kafka

[iamacuteapplepie]

The vision is: victorian detective

Soft British accent

Constantly rolls his eyes because he thinks every person besides him is an idiot

Death stares

Carries a knife/dagger around because he wants to look cool

Too smart to talk to you

Long night walks because he wants to feel something

Sarcasm is his 2nd language

Actually speaks 5 languages

God complex

Only drinks black tea and whiskey

Has a black cat

Loves snow

Hasn't received a hug in like a million years

* I came up with a not-so-original character idea that i really like :>

[iamacuteapplepie]

"Faintly I met the shock of circling forms

Linked with each other, Fashion's galley-slaves,

Dream-wondering, like an unaccustomed ghost

That starts, surprised, to stumble over graves.

For graves were 'neath my feet, whose placid masks

Smiled out upon my folly mournfully,

While all the host of the departed said,

'Tread lightly - thou art ashes, even as we' ".

- Julia Ward Howe, "My Last Dance"

[iamacuteapplepie]

The land of phantoms

At nights,

After I close my eyes,

I see

A realm full of creatures

Made of shadows and of time,

It brings back memories

Of old lives all aligned.

I see fragments of moments

That have passed and stay intact.

I hear echoes of some voices,

I wish the owners could come back.

I can't seem to remember

Any name or any face,

But the weight of their words

Still lingers in my brain.

Some of them keep calling my name,

As if asking for some help,

I don't know any of the hardships,

I have no idea how to help.

One, though, tells me to come back

And I want to see his face,

But anytime I get closer

It disappeares in a haze.

Other times,

He asks me not to leave

I am not there to begin with,

That world, I am yet to perceive.

It might as well be just a myth,

A fantasy,

Or a sign;

What if it really is

A vision of what should be mine?

Glimpses of the lives I had

Calling for a change,

A young man that I can't picture

Burning silently in flames.

Everything feels so blurry,

Coming at me all at once,

All I feel is melancholy

For something that never was.

I am never to cross the realm,

Nor its forests, nor its fog

But what if I could find the center,

A castle, hidden in the smoke?

The king must be lying down,

Waiting in his room,

Is it his world or mine?

Both of us have it, I assume.

I keep writing things and I don't even know if they are okay but its my page so I'm posting them anyway

[solar1s]

“I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[iamacuteapplepie]

" '𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷?

𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼-𝓯𝓸𝓻, 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓮?-

𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓽

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮! '

'𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪;

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓮. '

'𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶,

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱,

𝓑𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝓪𝓶! '

'𝓘'𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮!

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓸𝓸

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓘 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮! '

'𝓨𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓲𝓷,

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭:

𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓘

𝓐𝓶 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓭, 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭! ' "

-"𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓵" 𝓫𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓲 𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾

[iamacuteapplepie]

Lost my mind

I feel the chains around my neck,

The cold sweat, dripping down my back

The blood in my mouth, so sweet and salty,

My broken bones, my dying body.

I feel my thoughts, slowly drifting away,

My demons, coming shamelessly to play,

My dreams, crumbling in the distance,

Those monsters, I despise their existance.

They are shadows, they are dust,

They are lost angels from the past.

But suddenly, they become real,

Manifestations of one's fear.

Suddenly, they become flesh,

I'm the one turning to ash.

They have claws and they have teeth,

And this was not my first defeat.

I think that I have lost my senses,

My beliefs, all my defenses.

I do not own my mind no more,

I am not strong, I've lost this war.

I hear screams, I hear voices,

I can't quite place all of the noises.

I might have known, but I forgot,

They are important, are they not?

Either way, the blood is now dry,

I can't move, though I will try,

The voices will cease sometime soon,

Next time, I will be immune.

[iamacuteapplepie]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔠𝔢, 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰,

𝔄 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔢𝔰.

𝔄 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔨, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔨𝔢,

𝔄 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔰.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔠𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔢,

𝔄 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔰𝔥, 𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥.

𝔄 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤,

𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔧𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔰, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔰.

[iamacuteapplepie]

"won't you stay 'til the A.M.?

all my favourite conversations

always made in the A.M..."

I just like to make myself suffer for fun

[iamacuteapplepie]

I̟ t̟h̟i̟n̟k̟ h̟e̟ d̟i̟d̟ i̟t̟, b̟u̟t̟ I̟ j̟u̟s̟t̟ c̟a̟n̟'t̟ p̟r̟o̟v̟e̟ i̟t̟

I̟ t̟h̟i̟n̟k̟ h̟e̟ d̟i̟d̟ i̟t̟, b̟u̟t̟ I̟ j̟u̟s̟t̟ c̟a̟n̟'t̟ p̟r̟o̟v̟e̟ i̟t̟

T̟h̟e̟y̟ t̟h̟i̟n̟k̟ s̟h̟e̟ d̟i̟d̟ i̟t̟, b̟u̟t̟ t̟h̟e̟y̟ j̟u̟s̟t̟ c̟a̟n̟'t̟ p̟r̟o̟v̟e̟ i̟t̟

S̟h̟e̟ t̟h̟i̟n̟k̟s̟ I̟ d̟i̟d̟ i̟t̟, b̟u̟t̟ s̟h̟e̟ j̟u̟s̟t̟ c̟a̟n̟'t̟ p̟r̟o̟v̟e̟ i̟t̟

i love evermore so much like what cjxjixjxjx i cried much more than i'd like to admit hahahahahhaha

[iamacuteapplepie]

𝕺𝖍 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚

ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡𝔰

𝔐𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰

𝔒𝔥 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔗𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡

𝕸𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘

Go watch Enhypen's debut because it's crazy djjdksksks help my soul

[iamacuteapplepie]

"Like a whisper the wind brings

The battle plans of greater kings

They want my castle to burn down

Break me again and take my crown

But as I said, I cannot burn

When will you idiots fucking learn?"

[iamacuteapplepie]

The sea only promises the sweet kiss of death