sorrow in motion.

ezio auditore ; as written by venus.

[grandpres]

oh …

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out of character. gonna say it simple n sweet : i don’t want o.fc.onfession on my dash or anywhere near me. we don’t f*ck with antiblackness, pedophiles, antisemitism, n people who use religion as an excuse for their bigotry n racism, ... any kinda those freaks here !! 

[inocede]

❛ the world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it. ❜

  ❛   IS IT NOT WHAT we are best at ? ❜   bittersweet tone paints his voice, no more than soft - spoken, so very unlike himself. contemplation ... grief : both hand in hand in recalling childhood memories of ... loss. emptiness. and then, a new purpose & retribution.    ❛   it is not often we are given the chance to choose the cards we've been dealt, hm ? ❜  // @eagleshaped.

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' you have a sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live. '

  ❛   AND HERE I AM, thinking i have gotten better at hiding it.  ❜   carved unto marble, a distinct sorrow suspended alike tearful angels in hallowed chapels ; there are no misty eyes, yet, a smile unlike as it should appear, tugs at scarred lips. he looks not at her, but past her, in the moment he speaks again.  ❛   i suppose that for all the effort we put in the present, there are some things about the past that cannot be changed.  ❜  // @lunarblight.

[blkmagicrps-blog]

MILK  &  HONEY                POETRY  RP  STARTERS  BY  RUPI  KAUR. PART 1.   FEEL  FREE  TO  MODIFY  PRONOUNS.

❛    we  are  capable  of  love  but  choose  to  be  toxic.   ❜  ❛    you  have  a  sadness  living  in  places  sadness  shouldn’t  live. ❜ ❛    i’m  difficult  to  forget  and  not  easy  for  the  mind  to  follow.  ❜ ❛    you  are  a  war.   ❜      ❛    every  revolution  starts  and  ends  with  his  lips.   ❜ ❛    the  truth  is..  you  make  me  speechless  ❜ ❛    he  makes  my  tongue  so  weak  it  forgets  what  language  to  speak  in.  ❜ ❛    what  drives  you  crazy?  what  keeps  you  up  at  night?  ❜ ❛    so  that’s  what  you  do..  you  command  attention.  ❜ ❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜       ❛    i  always  get  myself  into  this  mess.  ❜ ❛    i’m  a  dreamer  and  that  will  be  the  death  of  me.  ❜ ❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜ ❛    don’t  mistake  salt  for  sugar.  if  he  wants  to  be  with  you.. he will.  ❜        ❛    you  were  temptingly  beautiful       but  stung  when  i  got  too  close.  ❜ ❛    don’t  come  here  with  expectations  and  try  to  make  a  vacation  out  of  me.  ❜ ❛    the  thing  worth  holding  on  would  of  never  let  go.  ❜ ❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜ ❛    i  don’t  grieve..  i  shatter.  ❜        ❛    when  i’m  angry,  i  don’t  yell        i  burn.  ❜ ❛    we  began  with  honesty.  let  us  end  in  it,  too.  ❜ ❛    your  voice  alone  drives  me  to  tears.  ❜ ❛    like  a  broken  promise..  let  it  go.  ❜ ❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜   ❛    you  were  a  dragon  long  before  he  came  around  and  said  you  could  fly.  you  will  remain  a  dragon  long  after  he’s  left.  ❜ ❛    the  world  gives  you  so  much  pain,  and  here  you  are  making  gold  out  of  it.  ❜      ❛    you  split  me  open  in  the  most  honest  way  there  is.  ❜

[inocede]

inocede:

it’s been days and i just noticed i mistyped the quote in my mobile header

i fixed it but im so mad that tumblr has this limit on header gifs ... these are so hot im mad. one , two.

[inocede]

it’s been days and i just noticed i mistyped the quote in my mobile header

[inocede]

tagged by: @warcrowned ; thank you so much ! ♥ tagging: @moriire ,  @conhnhaketon , @destructivour , @isubsume , @ureio ,  @fornicaras & @superel !!

bold the city related aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse! repost, do not reblog.

CITY AESTHETIC:

smoke escaping a dark alley. speckled lights up a skyscraper at night. the business of the morning rush to work. the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries from bakeries in the early morning. the crack of dawn walk of shame. lines of cabs and buses filling the main streets. sunrise breaking over the horizon. neons flashing against brick. lightning cracks upon the pavements. sunset streaming through the buildings. a theater district full of tourists and performers. night time rain hitting long glass windows. activity on every street corner. shattered glass littering the concrete. wind tunnels passing through a maze of buildings. churches nestled within high rises. breakfast on a small balcony. sirens echoing and bouncing off the inner city walls. dirty rivers breaking up the concrete jungle.

SEASON CHANGES:

burnt orange of autumn leaves. light white snow of winter. midday sunshine of summer. blooming flower bushes in spring. crystal canals littered with houseboats. dusk falling. lights flickering on. lightning striking the tops of skyscrapers. vague reflections in the water of fountains. cigarette ash in the gutter. darkened and emptied side streets. lines of people and chatter outside of clubs. fire escapes trailing down the sides of buildings. high ceilings in industrial studio apartments. rainbow hues reflected in glass. city-scape views from monuments. rain gutters swelling during heavy rainfall. a park oasis in the middle of the city. new years fireworks lighting up the night sky. airplane trails littering the sky. polished corner offices. strip club pamphlets strewn across the damp footpath. rooftop gardens. oil pools staining asphalt. sky scrapers protruding thick cloud. helicopter spotlights.

litter piles surrounding dumpsters nestled down alleyways. window displays of designer stores. streets lined with trees. the contrast of the white paint and asphalt at crossings. street views from the bathroom windows. low lit bars permeating red light. stark white art galleries. colored gas thrown across riot lines. the constant stream of data upon stock market screens. cabs rushing by bus shelters. rain water being splashed over sidewalk edges by fast moving cars. faded posters on the subway.

[meanwhilepoetry]

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.”

— Nikita Gill

[inocede]

@moriire

[onlyfornow]

The Villa Adriana (Hadrian’s Villa) in Tivoli, Italy.

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“and I didn’t care / and I was alone / and there had been war, / and that thing (my soul) / was a lost star / or a lost boat / adrift,”

— H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “Child Poems: Dedication” (via luthienne)

[inocede]

if the world doesnt show love and appreciation for venus, ill spontaneously combust in exactly three minutes.

out of character. AHHH KRIS ur not allowed 2 spontaneously combust BECAUSE. because. I LOVE N APPRECIATE U MY FRIEND. AND U KNOW WHAT ?  throws my love everywhere. take it. i have Too Much. u can’t. stop me ? @fornicaras.

[inocede]

hewwo ? is it i love venus day which is everyday tbh !! we haven't really spoken too much at least but you're such a lovely person venus you're just really full of life and you put a smile to my face whenever you show up on my dash and all <3

out of character. HELLO I LOVE YOU ? ahh this put the biggest, dumbest grin on my face jfdlflkjdsla it makes me so happy to hear u think that of me !! ♥ AND I GOTTA SAY the same about you ! i hope we get to talk more c: @warcrowned.

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I LOVE U TOO

out of character. ROME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ur such a funny, outgoing, and overall enjoyable person to be around n i’m really happy that i can call you my friend ! seeing u happy makes me happy and i will Always appreciate u. ♥ @conhnhaketon.

[inocede]

i cherish you and our friendship so much venus, HEck.

out of character. aH jarvia you’re so incredibly important to me … I’M REALLY GLAD that i came back to the rpc because it gave me the opportunity to get to know you better and write with you ! i cherish YOU and our friendship too !! ♥ @destructivour.

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“…to hear the quiet breathing that says I am alive, that means also you are alive, because you hear me, you are here with me.”

— Louise Glück, from A Myth of Devotion. (via xshayarsha)

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@moriire

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