HER INTENTION IS ON PAPER, SHE DON'T NEED NO FUCKING LOVE

neeva, 19y, aries, another sad student roleplaying. so your mother told you ( once ) that you were her princess; but you won't see the CASTLE and c a n n o t find your prince. and, now, you've 【grown】 a lot. the d r e s s e s don't fit right. your mommy is not a hero, she ( stole ) your CHARIOT. so here you are in p i e c e s, trying to prove to us it's real. the softness of your smile, the LIES you want to feel. the scales beneath your skin are showing off today: there's EVIL in your heart, it wants out to play.

[archivedblogposts]

[scifibi]

sethkate + echoing each other (1/?)

[winterblues]

concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled  it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

[kierofrp]

ok but rich girl’s parents are out of town and instead of throwing a party she orders a pizza and gets ready to spend the night alone stuffing her face… while she’s waiting for her food to arrive, weird news reports start popping up about people eating people/crazy attacks in her city. the pizza guy shows up and rings her doorbell furiously begging for her to let him in because a walker is after him. they end up staying together partly because he’s terrified to go back out there and partly because she doesn’t want to be alone. they end up sticking together and bonding in the big mansion as the world falls apart around them, but then they’re forced to go out on the road and protect themselves/one another because they’ve started to really care about one another and !!!!! 

[ladysparklefists]

idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like

no    =    “No,” she said. 

no.    =    "No,” she said sharply.

No    =    “No,” she stated firmly.

No.    =    “No,” she snapped.

NO    =    “No!” she shouted.

noooooo    =    “No,” she moaned.

no~    =    “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.

~no~    =    “No,” she drawled sarcastically.

NOOOOO    =    “No!” she screamed dramatically.

no?!    =    “No,” she said incredulously.

[allthingslinguistic]

I’ve been calling this “typographical nuance” and I have a few more to add: 

*no* = “No,” she said emphatically. 

*nopes on out of here* = “No,” she said of herself in the third person, with a touch of humorous emphasis.

~*~noooo~*~ = “No,” she moaned in stylized pseudo-desperation.

#no = “No,” she added as a side comment.

“no” = “No,” she scare-quoted.

wtf are you kidding no = “No,” she said flatly. “And I can’t believe I have to say this.”

no no No No NO NO NO NO = "No,” she repeated over and over again, growing louder and more emphatic. 

nooOOOO = “No,” she said, starting out quietly and turning into a scream.

*no = “Oops, I meant ‘no,’” she corrected, “Sorry for the typo in my previous message.”

[commonplacefolklore]

I cannot express how strongly I absolutely love language and writing and communication but if anyone asks why I will be showing them this post from now on

[stevetomjohn]

this is great, but I got to “no no No No NO NO NO NO” and immediately started singing “mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go”

[headjudgelen]

no no no nO (no no no)= “No,” she said, sticking to the status quo

[possumistic]

If you see this

You were visited by the magic kitten of rest. Reblog to have a good night’s sleep.

[bob-belcher]

[lyriceditsdaily]

[theavengers]

[lilpieceofmyworld]

“It was the kind of kiss I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know I was never so happy in my whole life.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[loveneverl4sts]

[dualipasource]

Dua Lipa photographed by Alexandra Gavillet for Refinery 29

[neevawrites]

halla!! então, acho que é hora de me reapresentar aqui na tag. por ora, vocês podem me chamar de neeva, meu blog tá prontinho, prontinho e apesar da incapacidade de ser perfeitamente ativa, estou mais que disponível para plots e só queria que todos vocês soubessem que eu existo. faz um tempo que eu tô longe da tag e não sei mais quem está por aqui, então, você, alma parceira do 1x1, por favor, me chama pra gente bater um papo ou dá um like aqui e tudo se ajeita com o tempo. só isso, bjs.

ENG: halla!! so, i think it’s time to reintroduce myself over here. for now, you guys can call me neeva, my blog is just ready and despite the fact that i’m unable to be perfectly active, i’m more than available for plots and i just wanted you to know that i exist. it’s been a while since i left the tag and i no longer know who’s around so, you, dear partner soul, please, message me so we can chat or just like this and everything shall come together. that’s it, xoxo.