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scarredwonder

MIND HUNTER.

#promo.

follow my amy dunne.

notengh

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.

diffusae

when i think of my wife, i always think of her head. the shape of it, to begin with. the very first time i saw her, it was the back of the head i saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. she had what the victorians would call a finely shaped head. you could imagine the skull quite easily. i’d know her head anywhere. and what’s inside it. i think of that, too: her mind. her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. like a child, i picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.

what are you thinking, amy ?

#( i did something #i'm still terrible at promos ...#but i did something. )

noarosenberg

#mobile.#(this is celeste before she was having kids.)

angjolie

#`. ic. ( 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲. )

lightspoke·.

❛ how are you doing, celeste ? ❜

@notengh· !

𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. celeste almost revealed her shielded wound. a frightened smile plastered her rosy lips. ❛ oh, it is so good to see you ! ❜

#`. verse. 01 ( 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. )#lightspoke‌#( thank you ! )

𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. slowly. as if everything was moving in slow motion. celeste hasn't moved even for one millimetre. her eyelids haven't shut themselves. eyelashes, unbothered, are now creating an untouchable shield. the shattered marble pieces surround her naked feet. chin raised upward. spicy teardrops burn the blueness of her iris. she feels it in her fingertips — the burning rage. desire ... catch it ! feel it ! devour it ! or else — just leave me be.

celeste ... who are you talking to ? your husband is dead, don't you remember ?

❛ talk ? ❜ charming laughter escaped the thin line of her rosy lips. oh, congratulations celeste. ❛ you know ... people used to pay for my talking. what can you give me as a return ? ❜ celeste hasn't faced the man yet. morning pill just kicked in.

she's ready to drown herself. again. a rough player.

@cachazo / cont.

#( i do hope you don't mind ! )#`. verse. 02 ( 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. )

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝. a safe pillow of warmth and a soft pile of shattered stones. her sinking toenails painted blue. golden rays of sun bath her sharp-shaped face. powdered chin lifted upward. she takes a deep breath.

❛ oh, and here i thought i would be alone over here, at this hour. ❜ a gentle smile plastered her rosy lips. she grabs her black flip-flops and heads towards the unknown woman. even though the hour is truly early, celeste had found enough time for her morning beauty time. you might call it a habit — she treats it more like a shield. it protects the evidence of her love.

@fencetm / startercall.

#( it took ages but im finally here. i do hope you still want it ! )#`. verse. 01 ( 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. )