with bruised & broken wings , let the forgotten swan learn how to fly on his own.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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if i look back, i am lost
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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with bruised & broken wings , let the forgotten swan learn how to fly on his own.
TELL SIDNEY HEADS ARE GONNA ROLL TONIGHT !!
AMOS HAS BEEN MOVED !! you can now find him & all my muses on my multi , @herbrot
WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION , CARROT TOP. AS THE NEXT SUPREME , I’M GOING TO DRIVE THIS COVEN OUT OF THE DARK AGES.
CROTCHLESS PANTIES FOR EVERYONE.
@allsns asked : “ what if your impression of me is wrong ? ”
❛ then i suppose i’ll adapt. ❜ brows inch gently toward his hairline , fixing the girl before him with amused cerulean hues. shifting back in his seat , the witch folded one long leg over the other , gesturing at her with a ring heavy hand , the faintest of grins twitching ‘pon his pretty maw. ❛ no matter what you are , or what you’ve done , i’ve seen & done worse. immortality tends to bring out the worst in good people. ❜ a twitch of his brow , amos turned his gaze away , lowering a limb to trace idle patterns ‘pon the arm of his chair , pursing full lips.
Yes, that was death. I died — I woke up. Yes, death is an awakening.
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910), from “War and Peace” (1869), translated from the Russian by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky “ «Да, это была смерть. Я умер – я проснулся. Да, смерть – пробуждение ! “ (via finita–la–commedia)
PROMPTS FROM MY VARIOUS PINTEREST MUSE BOARDS.
“ if you can’t dazzle them with brilliance , baffle them with bullshit ! ”
“ i’m not totally useless. i can be mused as a bad example ! ”
“ you were dead. yet , here you are. ”
“ don’t tell me to smile. ”
“ you tricked me ! ”
“ i don’t know who i am. ”
“ no one is free when others are oppressed. ”
“ the best revenge is living at all. ”
“ that kid is never coming back. ”
“ the only me is me. are you sure the only you is you ? ”
“ is freedom therapeutic ? ”
“ it was you , wasn’t it ? ”
“ didn’t get caught ! ”
“ please : don’t let the cops in , or the cats out ! ”
“ abuse of power comes as no surprise. ”
“ leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you. ”
“ police are just horrid , so there ! ”
“ i killed god , and all i got was this stupid t - shirt ! ”
“ my anger is mine. ”
“ what if your impression of me is wrong ? ”
“ don’t let the bastards get you down ! ”
“ health hints ! running from cops exercises the leg muscles. ”
“ i’m filled with rage , but i’m empty at the same time. ”
“ i’m going to hell on a full scholarship. ”
“ yes it’s dangerous. that’s why it’s fun ! ”
christine daaé !
the door clicks shut behind him with an air of finality. she watches him; mouth parted, brows drawn taut, acutely aware of his growing presence. christine is not so easily unsettled any longer. this man, however, unsettles her. his movements are too graceful, presented in swath of holiness. the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, posture rigid before her vanity. she purses her lips. ‘ you are mistaken, monsieur. my tutor accepts no visitors. ’
❛ you mistake my interest , chéri. it’s anything if not cordial , i assure you. i want nothing his talent carries , but he does have something i require. ❜ a monkey. a silly little trinket one may mistake for a toy , though he doubted she , nor the man who currently held it , knew of the dark magic it housed. collapsing gracefully into one of the embroidered armchairs near the closed door , arms extend pleasantly at his sides , casting her a wry grin. ❛ i am more than willing to wait , i’ve traveled this far. the least i could do is rest my tired bones , hm ? ❜