i placed my palm upon your collarbone, and i wished to fall asleep deep in your marrow.

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i placed my palm upon your collarbone, and i wished to fall asleep deep in your marrow.
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nicknames: meg. teddy. bug. gender: fe...male? sign: aquarius height: 5’8″? 5′9″? sexuality: i was going to be clever and say ‘nice people’ but like have u seen my taste in fictional characters smh. bi/pan/etc. hogwarts house: slytherin favorite animal: cats? i think? average hours of sleep: depends on the day? 5 hours, usually? number of blankets i sleep with: two dream trip: uhhhhhhhhh idk honestly dream job: character design / animation for the big mouse when i made this account: i REMADE on 5/24/2018, otherwise originally on 12/1/2017 why i made this account: mostly gem honestly but i also wanted to flesh out our lil sacrificial valkyrie and make her my own followers: 15, lol
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I am grateful to be a ghost. that means I was once alive.
Nathaniel Orion G. K. (via nathanielorion)
Hey. ‘ i do not exist. there is nothing left. ’
ANNE CARSON. / accepting.
what is a dream to a dreamer?
‘ you are no phantom. ’ they lay close together, close enough that alruna is tempted to pull her over and in, bodily, and bury her face in val’s hair. she wonders if it would help ground her. both of them, even. she wonders if it would matter. she wonders why she wonders.
she settles for tracing circles in val’s palm, on her wrist, across the stretch of skin exposed at her waist. a point of contact for every passing second. alruna settles a reassuring hand against her forearm, as solid as a dream can manage. she continues, and the pitch of her voice is soft. so, so soft. so sincerely, ‘ you’re here. i’m here. ’
a sigh drags loose– a death’s rattle, a last breath, so gentle– her words muddling, and she presses her face into val’s neck.she sounds so tired. ‘ i’ll always be here. ’
‘ you’re a beauty. ’ ok ok ok
anne carson. / @martyrar
a less than beautiful snort leaves brünnhilde as she doesn’t move from how she’s sprawled within the sheets. she half woke up early and felt alruna’s warmth still there, half woke up again to find the woman’s side getting cold, and still now wants to refuse the start of another day as she can feel the presence of the woman behind her.
❛ compliment all you want. still gonna kick your ass in training. ❜
their usual banter, a joke that got old quick and they keep using it and finding it funny. it brings a loose smirk to her face as it’s mumbled against alruna’s pillow, head burrowing further into their cohabiting warmth.
❛ i’ll be even more beautiful if you let me sleep in. even better, you join me in bed again. they won’t miss us for two hours. ❜
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. ’
@trashkyrie.
her eyes track the woman in front of her, darting as if to pick up every detail and compare it to the ghost ( not a ghost, not a fucking ghost ––– ) in her mind. she can’t remember the last time she’s looked at someone this close, for this long. it’s delayed, but she realizes that alruna is holding a hand out, open–palmed for val. the words have a breath of air leave her in laughter, in tears that she can feel wanting to burn upon her eyes. she agrees. the soreness is sometimes all it takes to remind her she’s achingly alive.
she reaches her own hand out to alruna then, at first a whisper but her fingers form against the others as if it has only been the one battle that separated them. the feeling of her skin, her hand ––––––– she cannot deny it. the woman in front of her is a reality, is real, and alruna has lived. just like she has. she squeezes, once, and doesn’t let go.
❛ i’m here. i’m here just like you and we’re ––– ❜
her head moves to lean against their two hands, and she wonders if alruna can feel the wetness of her eyes. it’s like a gaping wound, all of the sudden having to face your loneliness, and val can hardly breathe for a couple of seconds.
❛ i’ve missed you so much. ❜
alruna thinks she has herself stitched together quite nicely, all things considered, but that’s just it; she thinks. she thinks. all it takes is brünnhilde’s tears-- gods, was that her name? it was. it was. it was. she hasn’t said it for so long-- against her knuckles, between her fingers, the warmth of her brow to pull her apart at the seams. if a weight could settle just as well as leave her, it is what leaves her throat full and heavy while she stares at the crown of brown hair spread against their hands, while the weight of not knowing, never knowing, always wondering -- it lifts.
her sacrifice survived --- after all this time.
there’s a hiccup when alruna finally breathes. two. three, and it takes a sharp inhalation, held in her lungs and shoved down and down and down to keep herself from dissolving. her eyes sting. when she replies, the accompanying laugh is shaky, breathy, and wholly relieved.
‘ --- you survived. we survived. ’
my murder looks like me but much more blue. / (c)
I was looking to the sky tonight hoping to find you in any of the stars out there.
This month is so difficult for me because of the memories last year. (via coral)
SMOOCH BACK TBH
a kiss from a beloved — the beloved! as if she’s already trying to pinpoint an ulterior motive, alruna’s nose wrinkles. her brow knits. it seems as if her valkyrie is only indulging, though, the lazy smirk at her mouth just that; lazy. still, even as she sets her woodwork to the side, the pad of her thumb brushing over brünnhilde’s cheekbone, there’s a wicked little gleam in al’s eye. she echoes her words from only a day prior:
‘ – i hope you don’t expect me to go easy on you, now. ’