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are u a fan of social outcasts with cruel childhood nicknames who have totally PLATONIC FEELINGS for their hot succubus best friend ?? smol nerds who in turn transform into a part - succubus psychiatric patient ( she’s a KICKER ) with a thirst for revenge ?? if u answered YES to either of the above then just give this post a like and / or reblog for more anita ‘ needy ‘ LESnicki ( amirite ?? ) upon ur dashboards !!
have some more near - identical selfies in a series i like to call ‘ wtf is meda doing with her hand ? ‘ bc im struggling rn and the lighting was kinda nice
My friends mom is 4’9 and her dad is 6’5. Whenever she is mad at him, she grabs a chair to yell in his face. Everytime that happens, he’s laughing too hard for her to stay mad. They say it’s the only way they’ve been married for so long.
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did u know the fibonacci sequence is an infinite series of numbers u can get from adding the previous two numbers together ? its name was a misreading of filius bonacci and the sequence was originally used to explain bad breeding in rabbits, it is now found in 80% of all things that grow, including the petals on a daisy. isn’t it odd how a seeming - mistake can lead to something so beautiful ? if ur interested in more odd facts and writing with an autistic oc written by a smol autistic mun then give this post a LIKE or REBLOG so the fun can begin.
If only my heart were as cold as I pretend it is, maybe I could get over this.
Jessica Katoff (via wordsnquotes)
She loves you, you know? She’s just afraid of losing you, so she holds you far away. Funny how we are, isn’t it?
Pierce Brown, Morning Star (via wordsnquotes)
Your soul has fallen to bits and pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via wordsnquotes)
gammaorioniis:
The flick of her wrist is dismissive, distracted, and one could almost believe that she has been sated if not for the tiniest spark of light in lightless eyes. “Not one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but not filthy.” She inspects a broken, snarled nail for a moment, uses it to pick at a split tooth in the center of her wicked, rotting mouth. “At least, not as a whole.” It is a pointed comment that she makes, though she does not look the younger witch in the eyes, not until she is a hairsbreadth from her nose once more. “I spent fourteen years of my life living among rodents in a dank, dark little cell… You get accustomed to the stench. I know when I smell a rat, girl. Pitiful, frightened vermin. Look at me when I am speaking to you! Do not lie to me.”
for a moment relief filled the younger witch, REPLACING terror, as she believed herself to be safe. the elder woman seemed to relax, step back ; her lacklustre BLOOD purity sated the blood - lust of the wicked witch. but with the pointed retort, the rapid approach until her gleaming eyes, stone black, were inches from her own, she knew such hope was USELESS. despite the aggression in bellatrix’s order, evie could not bring herself to raise her gaze to meet the dark - haired witch’s. ❝ i’m not LYING to you, i’m not ! ❞ a plea dipped in desperation, willing the other to believe. it was true, in part, all that she had SAID. ❝ that’s my name, the whites, they’re my family. they really are ! i’m not lying ! ❞ the horror, an fear SO intense she found herself without descriptor, tore the false, and fleeting, sense of calm from her chest and she all but wept, eyes cast towards the ground, her hand reaching for the wand in her POCKET.
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gammaorioniis:
“The world is a dark place.” She can practically taste the fear rolling off of the younger witch in waves, rich and ripe as a summer plum. It does not garner her pity, merely fuels curiosity, a skeletal hand gripping at a jaw more forgiving than her own to get a better look. “It didn’t give me a choice… What did you say your surname name was, girl?” She is too close; she is always too close, rancid breath steaming against that cherubic face, black void eyes gazing too intently from beneath lazy lids.
indeed it was ; darkness haunted each CORNER of this room, flowed in the very veins of the witch before her. despite herself, evie felt the faintest STIRRINGS of pity for the woman. ❝ uh, white, ❞ hesitant, unsure how to address the threat of a witch whose firm fingers had her so trapped, unable to quite meet her gaze. shame pulsed in HER like a second heart - beat. she fought to keep it from seeping into her already trembling tone. there was no embarrassment in her name, a history of relatively - pure blood. yet there was still her DARKEST secret, one she cared little for but knew the other witch would not be so kind as to forgive -- her muggle MOTHER. ❝ i’m evangeline white. ❞
You aren’t very hard to corrupt and you’re an awful lot of fun to corrupt.
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via wordsnquotes)
starter call and possible plotting call if i get stuck lmao. but i’ll throw some random things at people maybe.
anne carson sentence starters.
quotes are all taken from various poems and essays by the queen of aesthetes, anne carson. feel free to change pronouns/add things/etc if needed.
‘ you are not a god. ’
‘ we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us. ’
‘ now you’ve crowned yourself one final perfect time. ’
‘ [ name ] was a monster. everything about him was red. ’
‘ what are we made of but hunger and rage? ’
‘ i finally decided that understanding isn’t what grief is about. ’
‘ honey is the sleep of the just. ’
‘ it is perilous to live past the end of your myth. ’
‘ you remember too much. ’
‘ when i desire you a part of me is gone. ’
‘ humans in love are terrible. ’
‘ under the seams runs the pain. ’
‘ men know almost nothing about desire. ’
‘ sex is a substitute, like money or language. ’
‘ what is the holiness of conversation? ’
‘ —you burn me. ’
‘ i ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way. ’
‘ sometimes i just want to stop seeing. ’
‘ we’re all mortal, you know. ’
‘ i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth. ’
‘ why does tragedy exist? ’
‘ you’re a beauty. ’
‘ madness and witchery are conditions commonly associated with the female voice. ’
‘ it made me merciless. ’
‘ desire is no light thing. ’
‘ i do not exist. there is nothing left. ’
‘ gods are stubborn. so am i. ’
‘ we had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal. ’
‘ i am someone who did not die when i should have died. ’
‘ why are you so in love with things unbearable? ’
‘ everything can collapse. ’
‘ someone will remember us. even in another time. ’
‘ my mind is burning. ’
‘ each night, about this time, he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing. ’
‘ love does not make me gentle or kind. ’
‘ i can give you reasons not do die. ’
‘ passivity is killing her. ’
‘ they are victims of love, many of them. ’
‘ he is a young god. ’
‘ you touch my soul, you pain my mind. ’
‘ it’s something of a cliché to say that we all think we’re monsters. ’
‘ i fear your sorrows make your tongue grow wild. ’
‘ it’s what they call ‘ecstasy’. ’
‘ a man who can’t die is no tragic hero. ’
‘ i want everything. ’
‘ it was like a beautiful dance where your partner turns and stabs you to death. ’
‘ to survive you need an edge. ’
‘ girls are cruelest to themselves. ’
‘ we are dust. ’
bonus! further quotations from award-winning poet and author anne carson:
‘ i am a philosopher of sandwiches. ’
‘ pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire. ’
‘ english is a bitch. ’
‘ i wish i were two dogs. then i could play with me. ’
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❛ SIZE IS NO GUARANTEE OF POWER. ❜
ind. private & selective GINNY WEASLEY. penned by reed.
unwilts:
she is the palette of a dark sweet pomegranate, & her features open like petals. other’s curiosity is mirrored in saccharine features ; an ever hungry heart beating against ivy lined ribs. her voice kept light, melodic, lack of malice makes her more like soft silk than the biting venom of their house emblem. ❛ that’s not rude. s'a little naive, but it’s not rude. i mean, i dunno. not everyone’s gotta be where there parents were. otherwise what’s the point ? i mean, what house were yours in ? ❜ she’s genuine in her question, really does want to know. maybe to make her point, but maybe just to learn.
NAIVE ; if there were ever a word to encapsulate the young raven - haired threat of a witch, it would be that. her innocence was dipped in poison, a weapon that could destroy others as easily as it so often INFECTED evangeline. a laced dart through her own heart, she would be struck down by her own cunning, wrapped around an undying and UNQUESTIONING faith in all that seemed simple. she was floating above an ocean of deeper understanding she could not baptise herself INTO. she flew, toes only skimming that water for fear that if she ever dared to enter, she would drown in the icy depths. ❝ oh, i suppose. ❞ for a moment she thought she would not OFFER an answer ; concealing her true parentage seemed petty, yet she could not lie to some and not others. ❝ slytherin, ❞ was her nonchalant offer in response, slender shoulders shrugging without COMMITMENT. not entirely saturated in deception, her father had indeed been a serpent alumni but her mother had NOT set foot within castle walls. ❝ do they mind ? your parents ? ❞
