minor character

18

[roseberrien]

Rose Doe.

18.

she/her.

Hello everyone! I keep a blog in a free format – I write narrative texts, write about myself, or post photos. Periodically I get carried away and post kink content, but I don't cross the line.

I'm a law student. I used to play musical instruments, and my love was the orchestra. Before that, I even attended art school for a while and went to ballet, but it didn't become my passion, unlike music. Now I only play my guitar sometimes, heh.

At the moment I am interested in the most ordinary things.

My favorite literary authors are Edgar Allan Poe and André Maurois.

In songs, I more often prefer rock and folk-rock. But I also madly love instrumental music of various genres.

Lately, I've become very interested in witchcraft. Roughly speaking, I've had a desire to be witchy wifey haha. I'm trying to learn to divine, even though I don't really believe in it. Rather, for me it's like an outlet I guess...

Tumblr has been lagging a bit lately, so just in case I'll leave my other social media here. In case anyone actually likes my blog ""

ig : @/mrscliane

tg : @/berrinett

Not my personal Telegram account — my channel

[roseberrien]

[roseberrien]

Irish night out.

[roseberrien]

An eternally withered flower.

[roseberrien]

I was given a bouquet of chrysanthemums — my favorite flowers — tied with a white ribbon.

[roseberrien]

How wonderful is the feeling when your neck is adorned with the pleasant fragrance of white chocolate and raspberries, and with hickeys from your lover, who is doing everything in his power to show you and everyone else that you are his.

[roseberrien]

To be stalked by a man who is head-over-heels in love with you, who knows what's best for you, and who wants to possess you entirely — your body, your soul, and your mind — is, perhaps, exactly what I'm missing.

Imagining him kissing my neck, while holding me firmly in his arms and not giving me even a chance to escape, leaving me no room to object, as his hands cover my mouth and wander all over my body...

[roseberrien]

I'm a ghost haunting my own body.

[roseberrien]

As we walked through the market stalls, we made a stop at a little stand selling perfume oils. I was hoping to find something with lavender, but there was nothing. Instead, the man offered to help me pick out a fragrance that would suit me. So now I have a perfume with notes of white chocolate and raspberry. It’s actually quite nice that it was chosen to complement my features.

This delicate scent has so charmed me... Oh, now I imagine how one day my beloved will kiss my neck, nibbling me and saying how well this perfume suits me...

I'm so sorry but >/////<

[roseberrien]

They tell you that you're not right for each other. You yourself don't know what's happening between you, justifying all feelings as friendship, but one night this «friend» climbs into your room through the window, just to sleep together.

[tatia1209]

[roseberrien]

I took out my tarot cards again, in order to find out the secrets of his feelings for me... Oh to be his pretty little witchy wifey... (if I were pretty)

[roseberrien]

Texting: «You're so beautiful it hurts... Your body is a temple, and I'll be a parishioner»

[roseberrien]

The orchestra's music fills the entire concert hall of the theatre on the outskirts of the city. Amid the conductor's sweeping gestures and the swift, most beautiful music, shaped by the hands of ordinary people, two young people involuntarily—or rather, freely—meet each other's eyes, their gaze seeming to hold far more words than there are bars in the piece.

The girl looks back with her dark, doe-like eyes at the piercing stare of those sea-coloured eyes belonging to her old friend. At this moment, they are closer to each other than anything else in the world; they feel they understand the whole tangle of each other's emotions, yet, alas, they can no longer do anything about it. But once the waltz they are performing comes to an end, once the applause fades and everyone puts down their instruments, they will never meet on the same stage again.

[roseberrien]

What was supposed to be just a horror quest turned into an unexpected encounter with one of the actors. The man, brutal in his character, manhandles you, while you — unnerved by the sheer realism of it all — find yourself unable to reach the one goal that matters: getting out of the room.

[roseberrien]

Relationships in which both people take steps towards each other ahhh

[thisusernotfoundatthismoment]

there’s something so intimate about being handled gently by someone who knows how heavy your mind gets