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Mouse, cougar, or salmon?

Take the red string, the blue string, or the white one?

#{ not open }#outofquietus #[ I hope you are ready to begin~ ]

thesewordsareallwehave

"Man must suffer to be wise."

Agamemnon by Aeschylus (via thesewordsareallwehave)

#❖ Μσsτ Ƥгεςισυs Gιғϑτ #ＱｕｅｕｅｏｆＡｂｓｅｎｃｅ

margita-in-slacks

She looked just like a painting dying to speak.

- Aeschylus, Agamemnon (via margita-in-slacks)

#❖ Sнє Ɯαѕ Lιвєяαтιση #ＱｕｅｕｅｏｆＡｂｓｅｎｃｅ

differenceetrepetition

Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Megara, Herakles by Euripides, trans. Anne Carson (via differenceetrepetition)

#❖ Tαƚƚҽɾҽԃ Sƚɾιɳɠʂ #ＱｕｅｕｅｏｆＡｂｓｅｎｃｅ

insane-doctor-deactivated202103

#❖ Tαƚƚҽɾҽԃ Sƚɾιɳɠʂ #ＱｕｅｕｅｏｆＡｂｓｅｎｃｅ

bernoko

Breaking Down.

Bernard Creely.

#❖ Sнє Ɯαѕ Lιвєяαтιση #ＱｕｅｕｅｏｆＡｂｓｅｎｃｅ

#{ &offline ]#outofquietus #[ Replies drafted~ ]

strikerxdestroyer-deactivated20

People, he will never understand them at all. "Yeah, well aren’t adults suppose to be more watchful! Geez."

ranunculacea-e-blog

❖ "It must just be me; you will have to set an example! - - In my place, that is."

#[ Am I~? ]#[ Perhaps I am merely eccentric! ]#strikerxdestroyer

strikerxdestroyer-deactivated20

ranunculacea-e started following you

…There was truly of something of great important that the teenager wanted to say to this man before his retinas burn from over exposure. "Sir, your fly is undone."

ranunculacea-e-blog

❖ In the presence of claims, and a clear disapproval, he raised a brow so mildly amused. "Is it now? Well then, pardon me!"

#[ My~ ]#strikerxdestroyer

sollertis-deactivated20190612

”Oh really? Don’t mind me then, a demonstration sounds promising.”

ranunculacea-e-blog

❖ "Hm... In that case a - - target?"

#sollertis #[ How generous! ]

sollertis-deactivated20190612

“Careful. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” And laugh in your face.

ranunculacea-e-blog

❖ "Oh no need - I've handled on of these before."

#sollertis #[ Mind if I steal? ]#[ Half that is~ ]

ranunculacea-e-blog

"One moonshiny night As I sat high, Waiting for one To come by; The boughs did bend, My heart did ache To see what hole the fox did make."

❖ A familiar path - but of unfamiliar face. There, the casual glide of tongue to wet the lips, the glitter of regard in ashen eyes, he settles himself comfortably in the sounds of his upbringing. Soft the exhale, an easy smile to pull apart the quiet.

“There upon the Brewer’s Lane, The blood that ran thereof, Man alike and man unlike, For wrath of her lost love.”

designer-glutton

“Is that so I guess this must be fate Or maybe someone heard my distressed calls Would you be willing to help a maiden in need? Foresee my leg is missing.”

Her eyes studied the man beside her, watching the tip of his hat take a bow. Her lips pulled into a small smile, she wondered if he was as gentlemen as he seemed.

As she voiced her problem, a light huff at the end of her words. A really distressing moment, and causally perplexing.

ranunculacea-e-blog

❖ A quiet shade of erstwhile normality coloured the ease with which he regarded absence (to service the limb with which there was a lack thereof). ‘Maiden’, as she so said, seemed fitting in the gentle night of muted spirits; curious, only, was it that impressions be so in a modern era. (Though the title coined was one such that pleased a humour most macabre.) “Alas, ‘tis sure that misplaced you have! Where might you have dropped such a precious commodi-ty?”