—— FREEDOM

I'll carve the word "Liberty" into the face of the world

[lctranger-blog]

M A R I A N N E ‘’

              O’  GIRL  COMPOSED  OF  STARDUST  ,  can  he  see  the bleeding  remnants  of  your  heart ?   she’s shattered -  done  in  by  the  vagueness  of  a  text  .  read  over  each  syllable  ,  felt  the  happiness  seep  from  her  soul  as  it  parted  in  a  sob .  she  can’t  look  at  him  as  he  enters  -  tremors  wracking porcelain  digits  as  they  swipe  at reddened  orbs  .          ❛    i assume  i’ll  be  needing  to  gather  my  things  ,  then  ?  `          frame  tenses  ,  a  normally  melodic  voice  cracking mid - sentence  .

SURPRISE sting him like the bite of a snake, incomprehension glimmering in his eyes as the surface of a TROUBLED WATER. Sanding there, stupefied by her tears, a nervous smile, croocked and unsure, stains his lips. —— Listen, Mari... “ Now he realises : the failed architecture of a joke bringed them to this point ( god knows he wants to laugh but it would be quite INPROPER ) —— I think...There's a misunderstanding. “ A quick pace brings him closer to her, sitting by her side with a GENTLE hand chasing away the ruins of tears still carving her cheeks. —— Here's who I'm living you for. Honetly I think the photo didn't load on your phone. Damn signal, he ? “ A kind look tries to kill her disquietude as he put in her hands the culprit object of her pain : a ridiculous stuffed bear.

[lctranger-blog]

A L E X A N D E R ‘’

———   ❝  je suis navré.  ❞    salient hollows of cheeks, devoured by a flourishing country’s GROWING PAINS( bellicose, JUVENILE lands spit out turmoiling winds and indecisive storm clouds ) dip, tighten between hissed words.  over-pronounced syllables compete against the wind ( even this must be a battle ), flit from his frozen tongue as snowflakes dance from the ink of the night above them.  his skin aches, creaks beneath the antagonistic air, for the familiar, golden, encompassing rays of the caribbean sun.    ❝  christ, i hope not.  HERE.  take my coat.  you look miserable.  ❞

—— Il n'y a pas de quoi l'être, mon ami. Vous n'êtes en rien responsable du temps qu'il fait. “ Honey sweet words melt on the tip of his tongue, a certain WARMTH found in the dead of Winter - it's a flame he lights with a smile. But his presence fractures permafrost better than he could do, a SOLAR company that easily eclipses any other suns. —— Though I thank you for your kindness, I would never dare to strip you of your belongings, it is too cold outside for you to make such a generous offering. “ Words about heights and fitting cloaks are quickly burried under his tongue - there are details not worth mentionning. Yet, he's still touched by the proposition, finding solace in the only thought of it. —— Nevertheless, we can always share. “ His arms folds the fabric of his covers, leaving room for one more soul to find shelter. For sure, as every soldier does, the IMPROPER character of this proximity will rest under layers of snow.

[lctranger-blog]

@prinsessemelodi reacted to your post :

“; I think they are talking about your mobile description “

Omg, thank you, I just corrected the quote, it was indeed carved that I meant to write !

[lctranger-blog]

Is your description supposed to say "crave," or "carve?"

OUT OF BATTLE - I have the tendency to mix those two words, but since I don’t know which description you’re talking about, go with whatever seems to make more sense. Sorry nonny ! 

[lctranger-blog]

—— It's strange how memories that truly aren't mine still haunts me so. Will I ever get accustomed to those ? “ Fear is not what shines in his eyes. Is it NOSTALGIA ? Sticking to his soul, this ghost of a man he used to be and maybe still is shatters so easily his expectations and any preconceived ideas he held as truth. Who is he : just a MEMORY ? x - @berethoe

[lctranger-blog]

WINTER feasts on his flesh and bones, plunging ice cold fangs deeper and deeper within layers of fabrics. And it seems as if nothing could stop this wild beast, running and ruling the land, every step of this monstruous abomination followed by DESOLATION. Nature is DEAD, and only the howling call of the wind remains, carrying within its cadaveric bosom the promiss of a deadly season. Hands joined in a prayer, his breath fades in white smokes ( a vain attempt to summon warmth ). —— Mon Dieu, quel froid... “ He shivers, as if he too was made of ice, ready to shatter in a thousand pieces. —— Are every Winter like this in America ? “ x - @patriotread

[lctranger-blog]

—— It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jefferson. “ POLITENESS covers well the FATIGUE of his recent travel. Nevertheless, his joy is genuine, stemming from his desire to put an end to this war throuh a glorious VICTORY. Rumors concerning his host, on another hand, doesn't seem to affect him much, judging undeserving to the cause an anger that could stemm from an issue he hardly knows anything about. 'Do not sentence a man to a prompt and unwise ressentment', that is the motto he shall follow. —— To the light of recent events, I do hope you had the chance to return safely to your duty as a Governor. “ x - @fatheredeclaration

[lctranger-blog]

♥ this post if you want a starter ! Length may vary from one-liners to lengthy paras.

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♗ If you want to !

ICONING UR FA C E : accepting : @lctranger

[lctranger-blog]

It's best that we both stop fooling ourselves.

Evita | A C C E P T I N G

WINTER’S BREATH coat her words, a truth too cold to be even thought about. But here they are, contemplating what was and is, with no choice but to answer to this frightening yet THRILLING question : what to do ? And God knows, just thinking of it, his heart race. So many questions assault him and his moral flinch like a boat caught in a STORM ( She’s the thunder, the rain and the bitting wind ). Should he betray his ideals, his marriage and this tremendous respect he has for her ? Should he leap, a blindfold covering his eyes, to his greatest fall without any certainty of where this path will lead him ? He is ready, and yet, so Scared.—— Truth be told… “ His voice cracks, unshure like a young man confessing for the first time ( it’s how she makes him feel )—— …My affection for you transcend the humble nature of friendship. “

[lctranger-blog]

" The truth is, I never left you "

Evita | A C C E P T I N G

Yes, he did, but in the sweetest way - a COLD yet fond way. He spared them a goodbye too cruel to be suffered, underlined by those miles keeping them apart. Perhaps, it’s what DESTINY crafted for them : isolation. But there’s satisfaction in just walking away - yes, there is, in a coward and selfish act of self-preservation, one of those moment when you just need to walk away, take a deep breath, and think that it will all be fine.But what happens when paths have to cross again ? Bitterness hidden under the sweet NOSTALGIA of a reunion, he smiles again, believing words he would have never confere any semblance of truth to it. And, deep down, he find some kind of solace thinking that, maybe, he was wrong. What if he kept him in his mind just as he did, memory of certain FONDNESS never truly erased ? —— I am glad to be back and know that you kept me in your toughts, as I did for you, my dear friend. “

[lctranger-blog]

You’re certain to impress.

Evita | A C C E P T I N G

—— With all due respect… “ Should he find a certain AMUSEMENT lightening this situation or let frustration fester on his disquietude ? —— I doubt that my hability to dance would impress anyone. “

[lctranger-blog]

I should really write my modern/reincarnation verse

[john-andre]

fun facts about marquis de lafayette

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came to america illegally, against the rules of the king, disguised as a pregnant woman

didn’t tell his wife that he was gone until after he was sailing away

got captured and brought back to france again, escaped on a cargo ship and bought all of the cargo to keep the ship from stopping

was raised on a farm because after his father died his mom fucked off to paris without him

got laughed off the dance floor by marie antoinette once

after the revolution he came to america and people were making gloves with his face on them

he refused to kiss the hands of ladies wearing these gloves because he didn’t want to kiss himself

named his only son georges washington de lafayette

named his daughter marie antoinette virginie de lafayette and called her virginie after washington’s home state

fought in the revolution for free because he loved america that much

napped with george washington under a tree once while using washington’s coat as a blanket

he was super tall especially for the time, like 5'11"

became fluent in english within a year of arriving in america

found out about the revolution from king george’s cousin, who was complaining about the revolts at a dinner party

is buried under american soil and a little american flag flies over his grave to this day because he had it imported from bunker hill

he didn’t have to help us but he did it that was nice

and then we went and fucked up the country anyway

we need to fix it for him

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lcbeau:

THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE!

[vasilyevna-a]

❝ evita sentence starters.

I’ve heard so much about you!

The things you do affect us all.

Are you here on your own?

What a fortunate coincidence.

I would never want to force your hand.

I’d be good for you.

I don’t always rush in like this.

If I’m wrong I hope you tell me so.

You really should know.

I’d be surprisingly good for you.

I won’t go on if I’m boring you.

Do you understand my point of view?

Do you like what you see?

Would you be good for me, too?

Please go on.

You enthrall me!

I can understand you perfectly.

I like what I hear.

Knowing me, I’d be good for you, too.

Did you believe in your wildest moments all this would be yours?

Don’t look down, it’s a long, long way to fall.

Where do you go from here?

Nothing can thrill you.

I hope you come to terms with boredom.

It’s been done before.

My story’s quite usual.

I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long.

Being used to trouble, I anticipate it.

But, all the same, I hate it.

So, what happens now?

Where am I going to?

I’m immune to gloom.

Every time it matters all my words desert me.

You’ll get by, you always have before.

Call in three months time and I’ll be fine.

Don’t ask anymore.

I’m praying for you.

Will you look upon me as your own?

I’ll try to be exactly like you.

I’m doing my best.

Turn a blind eye.

Your act hasn’t changed much.

Politics, the art of the possible.

Hello and goodbye!

I’ve just unemployed you.

You had a good run.

I’m sure he enjoyed you.

Don’t act sad or surprised.

Let’s be friends.

Come on, little one!

Don’t sit there like a dummy!

The day you knew would arrive is here.

You’re obviously going through some adolescent phase.

We’re glad you noticed.

You said it, brother.

That isn’t funny!

We have completely lost our grip.

Can we assume, then, that you’ll quit?

Goodnight and thank you.

It won’t be easy.

You won’t believe me.

I had to let it happen.

I had to change.

I chose freedom.

The truth is, I never left you.

I kept my promise.

Don’t keep your distance.

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Have I said too much?

There’s nothing more I can think of to say to you.

Just listen to that!

That’s not the point, my friends!

Oh, but it’s sad when a love affair dies.

We have pretended enough.

It’s best that we stop fooling ourselves.

Don’t blame them, you’re the same.

You’ve completed your task.

What more can we ask of you now?

That will be all.

I don’t think that’s likely, somehow.

i know you’ll look back on the good times we’ve shared.

We’d love you to stay.

You’d be in the way.

Our passion was just too intense to survive.

There’s one thing I never got clear.

So, what are my chances?

Not here, dear.

Is that clear, dear?

A night to remember, yeah, that’s for sure.

Your little body’s slowing breaking down.

You’re losing speed.

You’re losing strength.

Some days are fine, some a little bit harder.

Don’t you forget what I’ve been through.

I’m still standing.

This isn’t where we intended to be.

We had it all.

You believed in me.

I believed in you.

You must love me.

Why are you at my side?

How can I be any use to you now?

Nothing has changed.

I’ve decided I should decline.

The truth is, I shall not leave you.

That’s all gone now.

I don’t say they mean harm.

All you have to do is sit and wait.

We could be foolish not to quit while we’re ahead.

This is crazy, defeatist talk!

Why commit political suicide?

Don’t think I don’t think like you.

There are other ways of establishing authority.

The choice was mine and mine completely.

Let’s get this show on the road.

Let’s make it obvious.

I won’t disappoint them.

We’ll put on a show.

It doesn’t matter much.

it’s been an incredible success.

We weren’t sure.

We had a few doubts.

Did you hear that?

They called me a whore! They actually called me a whore!

It wasn’t on the schedule anyhow.

We’ve all gone crazy.

It’s quite a sunset.

She’s/He’s not coming back to you.

I am ordinary, unimportant.

So, share my glory.

I’d get out while you can.

It’s happened at last.

I’m starting to get started.

Do all your one night stands give you this trouble?

Bad is good for me.

Birds fly out of here, so why the hell can’t I?

Five years from now I shall come back.

You ought to know what you’re gonna get in me.

Don’t hold back.

You’re certain to impress.

Tell the driver this is where I’m staying.

Just look at me, dressed up with somewhere to go.

Put me down for a lifetime of success.

[lctranger-blog]

‘ Just because we can live without something, it doesn’t mean we have to. ’

Greys Anatomy | A C C E P T I N G

Hazel eyes turns grey, clouds charged with THUNDER AND RAIN hazing his look. —— I long for the thing I want too, yet, some objects of your desires are bound to remain fantasies, something out of reach. “ He’s ashame to abandon this battle before it was even FOUGHT, nevertheless, nothing in this world will allow him to pursue his ideal : he has no right to claim her and, more than that, LOVE her. But how can he tell her ? How can he wear the mask of DECEPTION on his face when not even once did he let her see the reason of his pain ? Without explanation, this sadness of his must seem like the vagary of a spoiled child. —— All we can do is take joy in the simple idea that what we need, at least, exists. “