* SLOUCHING TOWARDS BETHLEHEM.

* JULY 18, 1968 - MOTHER CALLED, TOLD ME TO COME HOME & NOT TO LISTEN TO THE SPECIALIST. DIDN’T REPLY, SHE HUNG UP. VERY DEPRESSED. VERY STONED. THINGS ARE GETTING BAD AGAIN. #PULITZERLOST INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE ORIGINAL CHARACTER. WRITTEN BY EMMA.

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BABE?????? THIS IS GROUPIEISMS/GROUPIEQUEEN WHATEVER TF I WAS

HEY!! omg it’s so great that i posted that thing abt getting in touch w/ ppl and then proceeded to forget about it....i actually went looking for you when i logged back on & was so sad i couldn’t find u ;-; pls gimme a message i would love to chat!!!

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pulitzerlost!

hi!! i realize it’s been a very very very long time (3 years!) & that everybody i interacted with on here has probably either deleted or archived, but i’ve decided to pop on just to see if anybody i used to talk to is still around.

i’ve been thinking abt making a new rp blog (or maybe reviving this one? idk if you want to follow feel free but i can’t promise interaction) & wanted to talk to somebody who has been on here in the past few years abt what rping on tumblr is like now…i also had a lot of friends on here that i really miss!! i would be open to sharing social media with ppl i was mutuals with on here so if you would like to chat send me a message!! please don’t be shy idc if we barely interacted or if you just remember joan from ur dash I wanna talk <3

sorry for clogging up the tags but because i’ve been inactive for so long a lot of ppl i was mutuals with have obviously remade & i’d like for them to see this post! 

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pulitzerlost!

hi!! i realize it’s been a very very very long time (3 years!) & that everybody i interacted with on here has probably either deleted or archived, but i’ve decided to pop on just to see if anybody i used to talk to is still around.

i’ve been thinking abt making a new rp blog (or maybe reviving this one? idk if you want to follow feel free but i can’t promise interaction) & wanted to talk to somebody who has been on here in the past few years abt what rping on tumblr is like now...i also had a lot of friends on here that i really miss!! i would be open to sharing social media with ppl i was mutuals with on here so if you would like to chat send me a message!! please don’t be shy idc if we barely interacted or if you just remember joan from ur dash I wanna talk <3

sorry for clogging up the tags but because i’ve been inactive for so long a lot of ppl i was mutuals with have obviously remade & i'd like for them to see this post! 

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uhhhh   consider   this   a   plotting   call?

[asoftwrongness]

Gut instincts are meaningless when paranoia controls your mind

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another uhhhhh fantastic plot is greek god/mortal au because joan is awful but awful in the way that is attractive to ancient anarchistic deities

[enstorie]

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  rough ( some nsfw ) edition.

[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall.

[ guide ] to roughly grab my muse and pull them into a passionate kiss.

[ yank ] to roughly grab my muses arm preventing them from leaving after an argument.

[ pin ] to roughly grab my muses wrists.

[ tug ] to roughly grab my muses hair.

[ rip ] or [ rip + name clothing piece ]  to roughly rip a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ] to spank my muse.

[ choke ] to choke my muse. 

[ push ] to roughly push my muse onto a bed.

[wordsnquotes]

I used books the way some people use alcohol, to obliterate the noise of the outside world.

Graham Joyce, Smoking Poppy (via calines)

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@mxdam​   said   :

' get   on   your   knees. '            

‘   no,   no,   i   own   you.   ’

it’s   not   a   statement,   not   a   command,   nothing   more   than   a   faint   affirmation,   spoken   to   nobody   but   herself.   tone   hovering   thick,   infantile,   like   an   adult   speaking   to   a   child.   she   holds   an   image   in   her   mind,   of   a   day   much   like   this,   a   description   on   a   page   -   the   click-clack   of   typewriter   keys   spelling   out   sharp   cheekbones,   barren   words,   something   inaccessible,   something   freudian,   something   that   holds   itself   much   like   the   figure   before   her   now.   (   joan   hill   wonders,   not   for   the   first   time   today,   if   perhaps   the   pills   she   took   earlier   are   coming   on   a   bit   stronger   than   expected.   )

she’s   having   difficulty   articulating   herself,   forming   words,   but   that   can   be   accounted   for,   qualified.   so,   so,   unlike   the   thing   here,   speaking   to   her.   like   a   human,   like   a   mirage,   like   something   to   be   trusted.   she   glares   at   it,   stiffens,   but   cannot   stop   her   knees   from   wobbling,   shivering   under   a dark,   sterile   gaze.   cannot   stifle   the   hallucinatory   effect   of   those   words,   the   idea   of   what   it   would feel   like,   knees   against   the   ground.

‘   who   are   you?  ’   margarethe?   who   are   you,   margarethe?

[writing-prompt-s]

You, a historian, find something odd in your records. The same face, accompanied with variations of the same name, keeps emerging in paintings, drawings, woodcarvings and documents, from a span of several centuries. It looks suspiciously like your assistant.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (Griffin Dunne, 2017)

[hiddenshores]

I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances.

Joan Didion, from a commencement address at the University of California, Riverside 1975 (via hiddenshores)

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‘   never   mind.   i   invented   you.   i   invented   you,   as   far   as   my   purposes   go.   i   invented   loving   you   and   i   invented   your   death.   i   have   my   tricks   and   my   trap   doors,   too.   ’

[heirsung]

❛   REALLY   —   YOU’RE THE VAMPIRE EQUIVALENT OF NEWBORNS .   WE,  ON THE OTHER HAND,  ARE THE INSTITUTION OF YOUR  ANNIHILATION .   FROGS PARADING IN FRONT OF THE VIPER;   OF COURSE IT’S FUNNY .   ❜ indie sir integra,  private & selective,  written by nadiya .   personals DO NOT reblog !

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i   sort   of   want   to   do   an   arc   which   is   like   just   as   a   concept   the   last   month   of   joan’s   life   but   idk

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verse   where   your   muse   is   a   young   &   newly   famous   author   who   buys   joan’s   old   house   &   she   haunts   them

[theroning]

“I wear a garter belt. It’s more fashionable. Don’t you like it?”