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elusivehind:

“some nights i wish you had m a d e me marry you.” she does not specify h o w .

@presidentviktorpetrov

“i thought you were a woman of no regrets.” he hears the words as clearly as he had in the library that day: regret is a rather useless emotion. but then again, they were both master liars.

#elusivehind

elusivehind:

“there was a time we knew so little - yet enough of one another - to dually conspire a living as travel companions. meeting when schedules happened to merge. a month or two - the presidential poet in paris…with his mad muse.”

what would have come, she wonders, had they not waded so deeply into the others dark circumference; every inch eager to peruse?

@presidentviktorpetrov

dreams & future exist beyond reality, beyond the constricting vines of duty and what is and what must be. like those days in the summer house. a man and a woman. just. “i was never much of a poet,” he jokes, with that easy charm that he could use for even the greatest of tragedies. “but you are, or would be, a striking muse to anyone, i am sure.” she was made for running. but he, for possession. that which he wanted... he must have it in his wolfish claws. to hold it in his palm always, to know it was there. his, always.

#elusivehind

oldpaintings

Shot in the Dark, 1943 by Tom Lovell (American, 1909–1997)

#i want to be the prophet enacting your high strategy will; the favored faithful first general of your imperial army (vera)

darlington

Phryne Fisher really is That Bitch™

#i want to be the prophet enacting your high strategy will; the favored faithful first general of your imperial army (vera)

tullipsink

"We could’ve worked," she said quietly. “I know,” he replied. “We could’ve made it. We could’ve done it, I loved you. I loved you so much.

A.M.// but we didn’t work out and that’s okay. (via tullipsink)

#smoke and mirrors

elusivehind

❛ some things are better left undiscovered. ❜

secrets, lies, illusions, truths. “like countries that move with the mist, doors to dens of dead wives, or arsenic in red wine.” and the characteristics of incompatible creatures housed in the same cave.

presidentviktorpetrov

“you have a taste for poetry today,” he remarks. nostalgia is always bittersweet, isn’t it? thinking of fond memories that are now gone. things that once were. people that they had been. might have been. one looks through memory like an old camera; the picture is always hazy and uncertain. but they must contend with the present. “perhaps we can have some tea in the library, hm?” they had always both liked the library. it was a place of beginnings.

#elusivehind #i guess this was settttt in the before time so anyways

thebookquotes

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

— Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories

#how i carved out an empire in your name; alexandria