𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆.

[rosariobernat]

ROSARIO “ROSE” BERNAT is a TWENTY SEVEN year old CHEF.   She was born and raised in GOLDEN, BC,  but she’s been a GOLDEN resident for SIX MONTHS. ( PRISCILLA QUINTANA FC )    NOTABLE BURN SCARS INCLUDE:  contracture scars on her back / chest,  upper arm.   discolouration on the right side of her neck/shoulder/face (no texture change).  hypertrophic scar on hip.

google doc.  (tba)

biography.

pinterest.  (tba)

[pavikovsky-deactivated20160630]

[luthienne]

“I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.”

— Antonio Porchia, from Voices (trans. W. S. Merwin)

[rosariobernat]

𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕   corpse bride’s emily costume from   𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕.

[brunettegf]

[rosariobernat]

norareed·:

nora never fails to find new, exciting ways to embarrass herself.  and as of late, irritatingly so, rose was often there to bear witness to it.  she doesn’t believe in karma, but it’s starting to feel like cosmic bad luck.   “ you— are unbelievable! ”   it doesn’t sound like a compliment.  nora’s prepared to put up some further, mild resistance, but her heart jumps into her throat when rose speeds off without her.   “ rose!? wait! ”   she cries out, too little too late: her image in the rear view providing a comical and visible show of regret.  she can’t really be leaving her here, can she?  can she?!  no, of course not.   nora should’ve known.   “ fine! fine! ”   the writer concedes, freezing cold fingers hurriedly finding the handle before rose decides to teach her another lesson.  nora half tumbles into the car, the water slicked to her bright yellow raincoat making a disaster of rose’s interior.   “ hilarious, rose. really. ”   the sharpness in her tone suggests she might think otherwise, but it’s malice is unconvincing between chattering teeth.

    the smirk on her lips can only be described as 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈.   for a woman in the doghouse of this friendship,  rose should probably resist the urge to fuck with nora.  and if it comes naturally?   well.   nature can be fought,  can it not?  like the look on her face,  too humoured by nora’s character yet remains mostly stoic.  stop finding her turmoil and cute raincoat so damn funny;  you might regress back to life on the library steps,  any squint-sized glimpse of progress gone.     “  alright,  alright,  “  now there’s one hand on the wheel and the other finds her heart  ( or at least where it ought to be! )   “ i’m sorry,  that wasn’t funny.  “  it was.  but anyway.  perhaps she’ll remember to not be so stubborn in the face of rose’s kindness.  after all,  she extends hand to few.  fingers find the heater,  switching it on.  rose doesn’t need it, not with all these layers.  she’ll surely find herself too hot soon.   but nora shivers.      “  so you...  stand out in the rain,  that’s a thing now? “

[rosariobernat]

norareed·:

this is what nora gets for chickening out of driving.  she has a car, but saves herself the undue stress of using it whenever she can —  opting (rather) to test the limits of golden’s subpar public transit infrastructure.  nora misses her stop, then the next, then the next:  her hopes hold up for the rain to turn to drizzle, and allow herself a dryer walk home.  but luck (evidently and as of late) has not been on nora’s side.   “ — what?! rose?! ”   the poor, drenched writer had been expecting a murder to pop out of the slowing car.  this was worse, arguably.   “ how are… what are you doing here?! i — no! i am just fine, thank you very much! ”

   if there’s a polite way to say fuck off,  this is it.    well,  this and not calling the number left on kitchen bench as rose had so hoped.  nora has mastered it,  and rosario cannot help a rumbling laughter.  their time apart has proved somewhat useful,  though rose will not say out loud what she thinks of.   someone’s grown a backbone.  at least where she’s concerned.    it suits her.    “  you’re 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆,  are you? “   does nora seriously expect-----    alright.  if that’s the way she wants to play,  lets play.    “  okay,  see you around!  “    and then she drives off.   no,  really.  she does.  exposed to the actual weirdos who pull over next to lone women,  and,  you know,  the weather.   not for long,  though.  rose does a loop,  rounds back to the bright raincoat,  having proved her point---- hopefully.       “  you sure you don’t want a ride? “

[homoluigi]

I love to assert the pedestrian right-of-way. What the fuck are you going to do? Murder me with your vehicle? Lol

[rosariobernat]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓.   @norareed​

    at first,    rose laughs at the idiot in the rain.    the one who appears, first, like a speck of something.   it’s a something that won’t be moved by the demand of her windshield wipers.  oh,  and it’s yellow.  a persistent yellow,  who begs to be mocked.   so yes,  she’s laughing.   and then she’s stopping.  and then she’s slowing.  now rose is the fool,  rolling down her window and hollering as if she can possibly be heard under a roaring weather,               “   NORA !   YOU TOTAL LOON,  GET IN ! “

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[theoptia]

Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from “Before You Came”; tr. by Naomi Lazard

Text ID: the gold when we meet, the season ablaze, / the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,

[slothblog]

@ ppl that cook naked

Are you not scared of oil poppin on ur titty?????

[invidiavonkarnstein]

Fire cannot kill a dragon.

[televisionsgif]

[cherylblossom]

“If you’re going on a first date with a guy, there are only three things you need to put on repeat: ‘You are SO right!’, ‘This is a GREAT idea!’, ‘Can you, umm… can you help me?’”

[fearlastyear]

(…) a mother who knows nothing of how far away her daughter’s bedroom has become.

Jennifer Lynch, The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer (via fearlastyear)

[selena-soto]

[celebritiesandmovies]