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hiighlife:

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            ❛ You look kind of miserable. Want me to buy you a coffee? ❜  

            ❛         me? i swear i’m not ! perhaps that’s just my face. i wouldn’t know . . .  will you still buy me a coffee?          ❜

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desertborne:

                  kyara is quite used to people getting lost. it happened to tourists all the time. taking wrong turns, ending up in alleyways that never ended; that sort of thing. it was a normalcy. but this had to be pushing it. “um –” they gave a glance around the greenhouse, lips pulled into a slight frown. “not since i last checked. does it – resemble a mcdonalds ??”

       a smile. polite as ever.        ❛         i wouldn’t know. i’m blind. however, it doesn’t smell like a mcdonalds, so i suppose the answer to that would be no, regardless.           ❜          she takes a few steps further inside, one of her arms o u t s t r e t c h e d, fingers brushing along the things she walks past. plants. her smile widens.          ❛         could you be so kind to inform me of where i am, exactly? i could probably guess, but, i fail to see the point in that.          ❜

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killbred:

          ❛   i  …   ❜  he supposes he can’t really argue with that, so he does as she says.  ❛   okay.   ❜

         ❛         i’m irma.        ❜        her cane is moved from one hand to the other, offering her free one out for him to shake.       

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Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Rumi 

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                    how many lives do you live each day? do you look into your eyes each morning and see something ancient?

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sobruised:

“i’m PRETTY big, i guess - not big enough yet though.” he mutters, there’s a smile on his lips too - because of her own. his head cants a little and she seems just about ready to get started. “so you want to fight, huh?” he asks, his voice a little softer and he’s been there all day already SWEATY as sin, but how he craves that.

         ❛         it sounded like an elephant’s footsteps when you walked into the room. i’d say you’re big enough.        ❜       a laugh, gentle & soft like a summer’s breeze, follows her words, gloved hands being placed on her hips.        ❛         yes, i do. i’ve trained by myself before, just not with people. most of them meet me and then chicken out. you’re not gonna chicken out, are you?        ❜

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       many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her completely.

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bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

Tag 10 people: holla im tagging YOU reading this you betcha

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fun plot idea for the next shadowhunters ep: rip clary’s tongue out and bury it somewhere where she can’t find it :)))

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               heavy footsteps approaching, she immediately perks up. smile on her face, boxing gloves on her hands.       ❛         archie, right? they told me you were a big guy. i’m irma.        ❜     

                         @sobruised​.

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makeyoubleeds:

          a valid question she poses  –––  if only he had an answer to give her.  ❛   i don’t really know.   ❜  he doesn’t hide from his past, and yet it never fails to catch him out of sorts.  ❛   losing myself in it.   ❜

        ❛         sounds to me that what you need is a DISTRACTION. something else to focus on.       ❜        pausing, her right hand moves to find her chapstick in the pocket of her bag. she puts it on, rubs her lips together, and smiles.        ❛         how’d you like to come with me to the gym? i could use a sparring partner. my current one smells really bad.     ❜

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❝  WHAT’S WRONG, BABY?

    —-   when he walks past me, if i’m in his way, he puts his hand on my head & pushes off of me, trying to get around me. he doesn’t– want to come to my games, he doesn’t like it when i talk about stuff at the dinner table. he got real angry the other day when i was out  - skateboarding with some friends from school. he didn’t like  –

❝ AND WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THAT? 

    —-  mommy, i  –

❝ YOU COULD GET HURT, BABY.  

                     that’s usually all she’d say about it.   about him.  she’d change               the subject, she’d try to not have to talk about him.  she loved him, she                loved me.  i was the first priority in her mind, but somehow he was                      still always put first.

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      ❛ i-i’m going to GET BETTER for me. ❜

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swordriven:

                                           ears prick at the sound of APPROACHING footsteps, the shadowhunter’s fingers brushing over HILT of sculpted adamas. ivory digits itch to grasp it, to RAISE it in offense, a beacon in the night, HEAVENLY light to smite the shadows. she TURNS a corner, doing just that, blade flaring to life in the darkness as she lifts it, POISED && TERRIBLE, as though to strike.          ‘ what are you DOING here ? ‘

     the inquiry is SUDDEN, causing her to stop midstep, one hand landing on her chest--instinctively.   knowing that it’s late, she feels as if her heart might just beat out of her chest. fingers tighten around her cane, and there’s a flash of something BRIGHT in front of her. eyebrows knitting together, lips pursing, she’ll take a hesitant step BACK.        ❛        i---uh. i was on my way home . . . is everything alright?       ❜

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Caitlin Stasey as Claire in Please like me (◡‿◡✿)