that charlatan up on the screen.

[wsabe-deactivated20150709]

Each time I did something to push him away, I was terrified it would work.

unknown (via wsabe)

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: " oh, i don't think they appreciate your sense of humor, my dear. "

“ Oh, well—they should talk. ”

His eyebrows were visibly risen, and he sniffed, quite apparently unconvinced—shooting a vaguely critical glance across the dormitory’s interior. Not especially bothered—not particularly impressed, either.

“ —dissolute, vile little nonconformists that they are. ” He spoke in a nonchalant, unconcerned manner, sounding less genuinely severe than his choice of words might have suggested—coolly dismissive, lowering his gaze once another moment had passed.

Proceeding to examine the back of his hand with a predominantly unchanging expression, speaking as he went.

“ One might assume their standards wouldn’t be so discriminatory. How mundane. ”

He gave a little shrug and paused, looking towards the other boy—quirking an eyebrow, faintly humorous.

“ —so long as you’re not displeased. ”

[bnmxfld]

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

David Foster Wallace (via bnmxfld)

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: " did you get my note? hm? "

“ Your note, my dear—? ”

His eyebrows were faintly risen, and he paused for a moment, feigning some manner of ignorance—before permitting a look of apparent realization to cross his features, opening his mouth a little.

“ Oh, the remarkably tetchy one? Yes. To my considerable self-reproach, of course. One moment, please. ”

With the outward appearance of every sincerity, he lowered his gaze and proceeded to search an interior pocket on his coat—felt around for a second or two, and then extracted a neatly folded slip of paper, which he dangled in the open for all to see.

All being the two of them, in this particular instance.

His mouth gave a slight, ironical twinge.

“ —there you are. Read, and wept over. It would appear that your hand may be as cruel as your tongue. ”

He lingered for another beat, twirling the note between his fingers—before pocketing it once more, patting the exterior of his coat. His smile deepened, and he leaned in—breathing very close to his counterpart’s face.

“ Carry it always as a love token, shall I—? ”

[hellanne]

This is a little like hell; almost romantic.

Ingmar Bergman, in a letter to Liv Ullman (via hellanne)

[poisontothecosmos]

“ How did you enjoy my address? Somber enough for wartime, do you think? ”

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: " six people, miniaturized! "

“ —always the hostile manner, my dear. And when I’ve been so patient with your excursions of late—indulgent, one might even say. ”

His eyes were lowered—thoughtful, seemingly nonchalant—if ever so moderately indignant, and he exhaled gently, rather tolerantly—flicking a particle of dust from the sleeve of his coat.

“ —temper, temper. ”

Slowly, he lifted his gaze—smoothly chiding, a twinge humorous—regarding the other man with no small amount of partiality.

The furrow of his brow quirked a bit.

“ Do give me a little credit, won’t you? I’ve only just begun to analyze the finer points of the technological application. ”

Seeming pleased with himself, he sat back and crossed one leg over the other, opening his hands to make a slight, relaxed gesture.

His mouth twitched—flashing a brief sliver of teeth.

“ —I’ll soon isolate a far more efficient method—then you needn’t criticize my scant results. Fear not, hm? ”

[thequotejournals]

I met you, and unavoidably you were special. So now I love you.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via thequotejournals)

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: " and you think it's amusing, do you? hm? "

His expression gave a slight, funny sort of twinge, and he paused for a moment before responding—blinking several times.

Moderately quizzical—though, not in a particularly sincere manner—and rather coolly unabashed.

“ —well, yes. ”

He squinted a bit, and pivoted neatly on the heel of his boot—with a trace more flourish than was altogether necessary, and he regarded the other man directly—the furrow of his brow adopting several vague crinkles.

“ Was there some confusion on the matter—? Forgive me. ”

His mouth curved, twitching at either corner, and he stepped in closer, ducking his head briefly upon doing so—subtly humorous. Feigning a pang of sincerity.

“ Please, rest assured that I hadn’t the slightest intention of deceiving you. With such astute senses as your own, I expect it would be a fool’s errand. ”

He smiled—smoothly, pleasantly—and then, he overtook the remaining distance between them, proceeding to drape an arm around his counterpart’s shoulders—as if to lead them off down the way.

“ However—if I may be so bold as to suggest—we do seem to have come upon a little privacy, if you would care to admit that you find it rather amusing yourself. I keep enough of your secrets—one more isn’t terribly liable to choke you. ”

[weltenwellen]

There are flames again—they leap in my hands.

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 (via weltenwellen)

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: " yes, and that's quite enough out of you, johnny ringo. "

“ Is that so? Dear, dear. Well, that ‘ain’t very hospitable’ of you, is it now, Mister Holliday? ”

The exact intonation of his accent fluctuated, with no particular rhyme or reason—as did his choice of words. However, the loose impression remained.

His mouth twitched—coolly, humorously—quite apparently enjoying himself, and he narrowed his eyes down to fractions, visibly skeptical—frowning in the crude light.

Seemingly, with very little intention of discarding the act in question.

The furrow of his brow quirked upwards, and he stepped forward—taking a moment to adjust the rimmed hat seated atop his head, and then—with a moderate flourish, he drew a pistol from the holster beneath his coat.

His gaze widened a bit—altogether for dramatic effect, and he blew out an accompanying, scarcely audible breath—angling the weapon towards the other man’s face.

“ Tell me, were you ‘plannin’ on gunnin’ me down, boy’, or—shall I pour myself another drink—? ”

He allowed for a brief pause—watchful, openly simpering. His upper lip had curled back, flashing a glimpse of teeth, and he placed his free hand against the side of his belt—essentially posing.

There was a subtle, yet entirely unmistakable glint behind his eyes, and he clicked his tongue several times—smoothly chastising. Following a little upwards bounce of the muzzle, he returned the pistol to its holster—exhaling an audible, vaguely critical sigh.

Beginning to pace in a loose circle as he spoke.

“ —and to think, I’ve trailed you all this way, ‘clear out from’— ”

He paused once more, and halted in his tracks—a slight frown crossing his features, now with a touch more sincerity. Then—he turned back around, blinking—glancing towards his counterpart.

Undeterred—openly inquiring.

“ —Fort Griffin—? Fort Concho—? Oh, hand me that geographical chart, won’t you, darling? ”  

[poisontothecosmos]

I had the curious notion that the thought of it might persuade you.

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

Dark of heart, dark of mind.

Archilochus, from 7 Greeks (tr. Guy Davenport)

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: " yes, well - you look like death, my dear. "

“ Oh---do I---? Well, well---I do endeavor to impress. ”

The furrow of his brow gave a slight quirk—as if he were actually contemplating the prospect, and he stepped over the threshold—taking little notice of his present company, and simply maneuvering on into the next room—continuing to speak as he went.

Outwardly, he sounded unconcerned enough, neatly dismissive—however, there was a trace of tension underneath—a smooth flicker of resentment.

“ —please, rest assured that your every observation is faithfully noted, and shall be given due consideration. ”

He sniffed and tossed his head, sweeping a hand back through his hair—sucking coolly at the inside of his bottom lip.

His eyebrows shot up a touch higher, and he reached for the nearest decanter—pouring himself a drink, and then proceeding to lift the glass—only now turning his gaze towards the other man—tipping the glass in his direction.

“ —preferably, in an altogether compromised state of mind, hm? To your health, my dear. ”

His mouth gave a derisive, uneven twitch, and—without ceasing to maintain eye contact—he drank.

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

What’s there to be faithful to? I am faithful to you, darling.

Richard Siken, from The Way the Light Reflects (via wishbzne)

[poisontothecosmos]

gladtobeunique asked: “ well, of course there would be giant vampires. they’re family friends of yours, after all, aren’t they, my dear? koschei, i mean? ”

“ Oh---yes, indeed. ”

The subtleties of his expression were dry and coolly ironic---nearly humorless. 

He blinked a couple of times---sliding his tongue along the backs of his bottom teeth, staring off at nothing in particular. 

“ We exchanged pleasantries in the drawing room only last week. ”

The furrow of his brow gave a moderate quirk, and he sniffed quietly---bowing his head, rubbing the pad of his thumb absently over his forefinger. 

Speaking with little enough inflection to sound almost sincere. 

“ It’s a pity that they insist upon having such high levels of iron in their tea---otherwise, it might have been a less bloody affair. But---alas. ”

[qvotext]

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka; The Metamorphosis (via wrdqts)