𝓭𝓪𝔀𝓷 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝒆𝓭

[twcgods]

my spirit like knives  :   breaking through cage of flesh  .   escaping , escaping , dreaming.  a smile made for war  and  a heart built for hopes , i dream dream dream .  //  indie ronan lynch. selective. multifandom.

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   ★. ❛  stranger :

          ————   COLD  does  not  bother  raphael  santiago  anymore,  it  is  all  he  ever  feels  .  .  and  while  he  had  once  preferred  the  SUN  to  all,  now  that  would  mark  his  death  if  he  sought  it.  speed  helps  him  feel  colder  than  ever,  welcoming  the  chill  in  his  bones,  and  it  is  not  until  he  comes  close  to  another  soul  that  there  is  PAUSE.  he  comes  to  mundane  steps,  hands  shoved  in  pockets  as  black  hues  lock  on  form.  does  not  know  how  long  it  is  until  the  other  notices  nor  does  he  come  to  find  a  care,  all  he  knows  is  that  HOME  is  not  yet  to  be  returned  to.   ❛   and  you  should  not  just  sit  on  the  pavement,  but  here  we  are.   ❜

                moonlight bathed and sun born with marrow made of stardust  ;  this walking nebula with the shape of a man stands on ground though feet are too light for it. chills freeze his spine, ring in his ears for he feels more than one should. cold air keeps him here, keeps him human in front of stranger, to who he offers a small smile. doubtful, though not wanting to come off as defensive, dylan takes on a relaxed pose, hands hidden in the warmth of his pockets.   ❝  there aren’t any benches. if i knew others would still be around i would’ve... leaned on a tree... or something.  ❞  shoulders shrug  ---  the chills don’t go away.  (  pay no attention, don’t think too much. it’s okay, it’s okay. )

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                                 ★. ❛    @aphrodamnie

                           ❝  there’s so much history in these streets.  ❞  he speaks with melancholy , bubbles of happiness floating within rib cage as memories fill his mind. some unpleasant, some come with a warm feeling  ---  he’s learnt to appreciate both.    ❝  i’m only eighteen but time passes very fast.  ❞  

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     like this post for a starter based on song lyrics !! 

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i’m really sorry about being inactive but life has been hectic. i’ll try to write all replies and starters i have left these days ! i’ll reblog the starters call again ! i’m more active on my personal, so if you wanna find me there then here it is: @liiightwood uwu

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                                      ★. ❛   @satanicism​

                  ❝  i’m sorry if i seem uninterested--  ❞  usually he’d join in the conversation, whether or not it’d be something he’s specialized in. but heart and mind are lost in outer space, basking in other people’s memories  ;  he sees through the mortal world’s limits  &  gets lost in it. lips form a small, kind smile as he speaks  ---   ❝  uh, do you like the music they’re playing ? i came here for a friend.  ❞  

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     like this post for a starter based on song lyrics !! 

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15 Associations.

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Fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

1. animal.   fawn. 2. colour.   lavender. 3. month.   may. 4. song.   sleeping at last - earth. 5. number.   16. 6. day or night.   day. 7. plant.   hibiscus, blue starlets & yarrow. 8. smell.   rain, hot chocolate. 9. periodic element.   oxygen. 10. season.   spring.  11. place.   the beach. 12. food.   fast-food. 13. astrological sign.   pisces. 14. element.   water. 15. drink.   flowering tea.

[watchoutforintellect]

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sylvia Plath - Taken From ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ February, 1956 (via watchoutforintellect)

[museinspo]

commovente:

*falls apart but with grace and divine beauty* 

[nestareyuschiy-deactivated20160]

                           ‘ the only greatness for man is immortality. ‘

                                                                    - James Dean

[averno-averno]

those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.

Charles Bukowski (via musingisms)

[2seeitall]

Red Things | Greece

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★. ❛  stranger :

              He sat upon his familiar place upon the knoll as he listened to the other’s strange words as he glared into the crisp, damp  m i s t s  of the dusk. “  Do you insist on being so fluid with your surroundings? Or have you a consistent mind ?  ”  he whispered.  “  ( Sincere ) isn’t a term I wouldn’t apply to this place.  ”

                       ❝   a little bit of both ... surroundings have a great influence on me, but i also think a lot so.. how is it for you ?   ❞  beauty is seen in any corner, even in the darkest of places. even if light or serenity don’t reach the ground, he holds onto a string of hope  ---  this is all he has.   ❝  then, what term would you use ?   ❞

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          ★. ❛ stranger:

                           “ && HOW TRANSIENT, THAT BALANCE. you of all people should have known. ” words fall from her lips bare-boned && serene. time is a notion better left surrounded in unyielding obscurity   creatures such as her have the honor to marvel at its MALEVOLENCE too often to consider the delicacy that follows. “ but do you feel it? lately     lately it seems to be leaning toward kindness. i wonder if that’s a good thing. ”

                         ❝  i... suppose.  ❞  mortal bones fear the power of  TIME  ,  a scary notion, a demon to any human. time will tame him, bring him to absolution  ---  should this make him happy or beg for more, just a little more of this LIFE ?  ❝  ah, usually when kindness is overflowing i prepare myself for something bad. perhaps it’s paranoia, or i’m just... intuitive. ❞ 

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like this post if you want a  STARTER              based on song lyrics !! <3

[love-for-boys]