paragon .

       —        𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵  𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩            ...       𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 ⠀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇⠀⠀.

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘378′ c. 1862

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                       ❛⠀  YOU  DESTROYED   all  that’s  heaven  to  me.  ⠀❜

*   @prierdieu​  ,

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                       ❛⠀   I  SAID  I  DON’T  MIND,    but  i  lied.   ⠀❜

*   @goodfelow​​  ,

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                        ❛⠀   WHO’S  GONNA    check  up  on  you  tonight   ?   ⠀❜

*   @autumnnal​  ,

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                         ❛⠀  DON’T  THINK  ABOUT  THE  PAST.  ⠀❜

*   @gohldfinch​​  ,

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                    ❛⠀  MAYBE  IT’S  MORE   than  i  can  afford  to  lose.  ⠀❜

*   @stohnefox​  ,

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I’m very interested in exploring miles’ characterization in relation to gender roles [ from a modern perspective, though I have no doubts that James may have been intentional in subverting what is believed to be the societal norm ]. The governess’ inappropriate infatuation with as well as her objectification of Miles cannot he denied; the way she describes him is often the way that male authors / protagonists discuss women, particularly those are made to be love interests. Ideally, they are the archetypal damsels in distress, intended to provide the protagonist with some kind of fufillment, and simply to be beautiful [ which the governess never seems to let us forget that miles is, in fact, beautiful ]. All of these tropes are projected onto Miles from the perspective of the governess, and when he defies this vision that she dreamt up, he is demonized similarly to the way society responds to women who do not fit a certain mold. She feels that she must save Miles from his “possession,” that she would die if it meant that he would be “safe.” All the while, she admires him for his softer, more demure demeanor than what she expects of boys his age. Traditionally, it’s men that we see exhibiting these kinds of behaviors and it’s girls who have these kinds of ideas projected upon them [ when we take into account just when this story was written, this is very revolutionary on the part of James ]. This notion is brought to the forefront of this tale as James subtly reminds us that it is simultaneous with the hyper - visible reality that women are consistently harmed, harassed, and victimized by the hands of men with the subplot of Jessel and Quint. As we know, Quint himself is a monster, and as the story progresses the governess herself begins to exhibit the very same vicious nature as she descends into madness; she is foreshadowed to become him.

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like for something.

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  ⠀ HE’S  MUCH  TOO  STILL,      posture   indicative   of   that   of   a   sculpture.⠀   cold   rushes  over   his   body, ⠀   rushing   up   the   length   of   his   fingertips, ⠀   extending   up   the   shaft    of   his   arms,   lending   itself   to   his  pre - existing   malaise.      the   grounds   of   bly   manor   are   equally   as   quiet   as   balmy  springtide   winds   allude   to   summer. ⠀   the   rotting   remains   of   a   mother   sprawled   upon   the   foliage   are   what   draw   the   boy;⠀    the   perfume   of   her   decay   is   sharp,      though   it   seems   not   to   hinder   miles. ⠀   he   makes   an   uncertain   step   and   then   another.   he  kneels   in   the   grass, ⠀   observing   lamented   feline   with   a   displaced   allurement,     hand   outreached   to   stroke   its   coat; ⠀   to   deem   death   something   tangible. ⠀   a   small   cry   gives   him   pause, ⠀   light   and   marked by youth and yearning. ⠀   he   turns   to   surly   sydney, ⠀   having   forgotten   that   she’d   been   with   him, ⠀   inquiry   positioned   on   his   lips,        ❛⠀   ---    did  you  hear  that    ?   ⠀❜

*   @snovak​   ,  

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oh.

[chasenedits]

[mrscadaver]

[dukngal]

[miggy-angel-poet]

Lost, Lost, Lost (Jonas Mekas, 1976)

[mayothompson]

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*   (   SHAPETORN.  ) 

demon turned therapist, hired keep to psychoanalyze the raven haired boy seated across from you.     psychoanalyze is what you intended on doing though unbeknownst to the mere mortal occupants, the analysis was strictly for your enjoyment.   to gain the knowledge that you so badly sought, to see if the soul you sought out seemed as seasoned as you believed.     “ i understood you just fine. while i do my best to make sense of them, it will only hinder you to not seek to make sense of them yourself. ”              a challenge, shifting weight, leaning void body against the right side of chair.    a near ache to act as if you cared about the therapeutic growth of this child though you played the act well, thousands of years of practice.    “ talk to me about the ‘no’ component of this accident. it is easier for us to understand ourselves by first confronting our actions and intentions. ”                  and what were your intentions if not driven by the need to devour? 

IN   SPITE   OF   QUALMS,      the   boy   sinks   in   his   seat,   basking    in    the   teenage   rite   of   passage   that   is   disrespect.           ❛     i   don’t   think   i   want   to.     ⠀❜       seed   of   doubt  had   been   planted,     though   germination   had   yet   to   take   place  as   he   recalls   a   pretty   changeling’s   reassurance  that   lying   would   unfetter   him.       ‘neath   hippic   lashes   do  eyes   burn   bright   with   revelation.         ❛      you   work   for   me,   don’t   you     ?     my   uncle   is   paying   you,    isn’t   he     ?     what   are     your    intentions,    doctor   ---    ?   ⠀❜          he   doesn’t   wait   for   a   name.         ❛      i   can   pick   and   choose   what   i   want  talk   about,      and   i   don’t   want   you   asking   me   about   that   anymore.      choose   something   else.      ⠀❜  

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 *   (   SHAPETORN. ) 

       “ correct, you have not murdered anyone. ”  stone shoulders rise and fall with a passive ease.  eyes remained dark and void, just like the vacant presence that loomed in the confines of this hollowed shell of a body.   lips pursed, head tilting.    “ we’ll get to what i want momentarily. i’m afraid we haven’t fully indulged my initial question, no?  at least, i did not find the answers i sought. ”  strand of blond hair pushed behind ear.    “ so then tell me, miles fairchild, was it an accident? you can be honest with yourself. ” 

   ❛      I   ALREADY   GAVE   MY  ANSWER:      yes   and   no.     i   understood  what   i   meant   just   fine.    why   don’t   you   ?    ⠀❜       not   quite   as   acute   as   he   had   anticipated,    though   the   narrative   seemed   to   be   unfolding   before   him   rather   rapidly;   everyone   wants   something,   though   he   never   knew   what.      (    the   boy   is   astoundingly   heedless   of   the   bright,    gossamery   state   of   his   soul,    that   which   glimmered  the   surface   in   the   form   of  high - grade   charm.    )          ❛       if   you’re   dissatisfied,    that’s  more   your   problem   than   mine,    isn’t  it    ?       I  MEAN,   THAT’S  YOUR  JOB:      i  tell   you   things   and   you   make   sense   of   them.     ⠀❜