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S ᵘ ʳ ʳ ᵉ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ?
———– NEVER.
kuttake:
Wise, was the first word the rider had thought of as the regal woman strutted down a quiet hallway, each step clicking, resonating on the marbled pavement. So, force, in terms of seduction, was not the answer? Would pursuing be also a wrong thing as well in asserting your presence to enamor anyone? The questions in her mind muddled coherent thoughts, brows knitted as if to solve a riddle. For one, beauty to the eye of the beholder was without question in the game of alluring another. Something of substance she did not hold.
Yet this queen, whose sneers proved more comfort than anger allowed the feeble minded spirit to hum thoughtfully.
“To use both, in a way of mutual consent, is a temptation and...battle of sorts, am I wrong?”
Trieu felt her cheeks burn, as if realizing the weight of advice brought upon her wide, willowy shoulders.
“I promise you, no one judges me more harshly than I do myself.”
Sue Monk Kidd (via naturaekos)
Sometimes, my body feels like a burial ground for all the people I should have become.
“Requiem” by Molly Gardner (via puradiosa)
they say that there’s more to life than fighting, but they don’t understand that for some of us everything’s a fight. if we stop fighting, we die. and we can’t die just yet.
i want to be gentle but im so full of anger
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.
Mary Anne Radmacher, Simply An Inspired Life: Consciously Choosing Unbounded Happiness in Good Times & Bad (via wordsnquotes)
ridehiswhip:
Even after evading numerous hits, his frame did not show any signs of fatigue. It was almost as if he had done nothing but stare, simply eyeing her curiously with the interest of a child who had just discovered something unearthly. But of course the reaction was that of a man, a king no less. Tricky fighter he was, not even using any weapon as if to shame her for attacking a mere defenseless person.
"Was I?“ It was rhetoric, but he did like irritating those who were easy to ridicule. “I’d say you played yourself.”
‘Typical,’ was every man in the she’d ever encounter have their dicks so erect? Her lips curve into a frown, sticking her tongue out in defiance as she gripped her metals rods tighter. Her pupils flashes in warning, flickers of golden sparks twinkling like spears at this conceited mien.
“How could I play myself? You dare mock me in a perverse manner?!” The spirit slams her heavy staff to the ground, piercing the hard clay, small debris in his direction. “If anything, I’d say you’re more enamored by yourself than take a battle of integrity seriously!”