âI think thereâs no good in the filth that I put down, thatâs what I think.â
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âI think thereâs no good in the filth that I put down, thatâs what I think.â
sharp objects novel sentence starters. TW:Â Â Â brief mentions of killing self/suicide.
â look, if you canât do this, you canât do it. but i think it might be good for you. â
â i donât want this to get out, ____. i have no intention of letting this get out. â
â sometimes i think we should just burn these woods. seems like nothing good ever happens in them. â
â itâs all too loud. â
â i just canât have that kind of talk around me. â
â just being polite, ____. we do that where iâm from too. â
â be human for a second. â
â you have kids, ____? i donât even know if youâre married. â
â so much has gone wrong. i canât make sense of it. â
â was the funeral very hard on you, ____? â
â i canât believe you canât remember these things, ____. i think youâd be embarrassed to have forgotten so much. â
â i wear this for ____. when iâm home, iâm her little doll. â
â this isnât some stranger, and i would guess you know it. â
â everyone has their own version of a memory. â
â iâd hate to insult the nice people around here. more than i already have. â
â sounds like weâve both seen some ugly things. â
â you said it would all be perfect. you promised! â
â itâs ruined. the whole thing is ruined. â
â itâs impossible to compete with the dead. i wish iâd stop trying. â
â i wish iâd be murdered. then iâd never have to worry again. when you die, you become perfect. â
â thereâs not a speck of evil in you, ____. â
â we all know each otherâs secrets. and we all use them. â
â this place does bad things to me. i feel⊠wrong. â
â i canât believe this is really happening. in our town, where we grew up. it makes me feel sick to my stomach. just sick. â
â itâs just that ____ was a real person, you know? â
â goddammit, i want ____ back. i mean, what now? is this it? â
â iâm here. i donât usually feel that i am. i feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and iâd be disappeared forever. â
â i always feel sad for the girl that i was because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. â
â ____ has never told me they loved me, and i never assumed they did. â
â i think you are a parasite. i think you are disgusting. i hope someday you look back and see how ugly you are. â
â lord, ____, itâd be the most interesting thing thatâs happened to me in a whole. â
â if i see this in your paper, if i see even a hint of this conversation under your byline, you and i will never speak again. and thatâs really bad, because i like talking to you. â
â i had my share of fun. looks and money get you a long way here. â
â i just think some women arenât meant to be mothers. and some women arenât made to be daughters. â
â come on, do something. you could kill me right now and ____ still wouldnât be able to figure it out. â
â oh, now look what youâve done. iâm bleeding. â
â look at what youâve done to yourself. look at it. â
â i hope you can stand yourself. â
â i thought i wanted to do this. like i needed a purpose. â
â being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person. â
â it seems like part of your heart can never work if you donât have kids. like it will always be shut off. â
â take it or donât. i was just trying to be nice. â
â i can be nice, you know? sometimes i canât. but right now, i can. when everyoneâs quiet, itâs easier. â
â youâre a tough one, ____. you donât have a lot of âgiveâ to you. â
â you know youâre beautiful, right? iâd tell you, but it seems like the kind of thing youâd brush off. â
â i think youâre the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen. the first time i saw you, i couldnât think for the rest of the day. â
â i think i finally realized why i donât love you. youâre cold and distant and so, so smug. i never said i didnât love you, thatâs just ridiculous. i never felt anything but coldness from you. â
â you were always so willful, never sweet. â
â i thought youâd save me. i thought youâd love me. that was a joke. â
â youâre so hateful. â
â i learned at your feet. â
â do what i want; i might like you. â
â i donât know that anything would be any good anywhere, so itâs hard to gauge if this is better or worse. â
â this place is miserable and i want to die, but i canât think of any place iâd rather be. â
â you were so sweet with me the other night. now youâre so changed. why? â
â i wish i could fix it. i do. â
â i always wanted to be you when i grew up. i think about you, you know? â
â iâm tired of dying. â
â i was asking about you. you doing okay down there? you have to tell me, because i canât see your face. donât do the stoic thing. â
â whenever iâm here⊠i just always feel like iâm a bad person when iâm here. â
â iâm not decent. â
â just be a sweetie and fuck off, okay? iâm so tired of all of you. youâre such bores. â
â sometimes i sit in my room before bed and i write down every single thing i did and said that day. then i grade it, A for perfect move, F for i should kill myself iâm such a loser. â
â safer to be feared than loved. â
â i know tons of things i shouldnât know. â
â iâve got to get out of here. iâm bored all the time. thatâs why i act out. i know i can be a little⊠off. â
â iâm so happy with you. youâre like my soul-mate. â
â shit. i think you dented my face. â
â what if you hurt because it feels good? like you have a tingling, like someone left a switch on in your body. and nothing can turn the switch off except hurting? what does that mean? â
â itâs not safe here. itâs not safe for you. â
â donât you dare, ____. iâll cut you. â
â ____, a beautiful girl can get away with anything if she plays nice. you must certainly know that. â
â was my mother⊠a nice person? â
â donât play games with me, ____. that exhausts me. â
â ____ devours you, and if you donât let her, itâll be even worse for you. â
â iâm scared. iâm vindicated. i want to die. â
â you look so nice and clean. itâs⊠itâs so dirty here. â
â last night. you saved me. that saved me. if you hadnât stayed with me, i wouldâve done something bad. i know it, ____. â
â one thing i learned about ____, they donât need a reason to strike out. â
â are we done? iâm sort of tired of talking about this. â
â you were never such a good girl when you were little. you were always so willful. maybe your spirit has gotten a bit more broken. in a good way. a necessary way. â
â donât turn on me, ____. we hurt each other awfully quickly in this family. â
â hard night, huh? well, just waitâeverythingâs going to get worse. â
â god, iâm so angry. that it ever happened. that it took me this long to figure out. â
â iâll never have a home. â
â isnât a smile a girlâs best weapon? â
â i feel sorry for persephone because even when sheâs back with the living, people are afraid of her because of where sheâs been. â
â would you be more said if i died or if ____ did? â
â certain people should die. ____ should die. â
â when a child knows that young that her mother doesnât care for her, bad things happen. â
â you like ____ better than me. â
â itâs a game. come with me, weâll play. â
â i could never have anything to myself. they werenât my secrets anymore. â
â a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. â
âBecause no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.â
â Truman Capote, Breakfast At Tiffanyâs (via the-book-diaries)
* Â ( Â ? Â ) Â . Â â what made you stay ? â
THERE IS A HONEYBEE LODGED IN HER THROAT ,      something stinging ,   but sweet .   it buzzes there ,     desperate to come out ,     to fly from her throat ,   build hive .    âč   you are solitary ,   she thinks ,   absently ,   of this little bee .   you are solitary .   for what would you build a hive  ?  âș    her fingers are are slow card through his hair ,   nose dusted pink from how he rests against the bare of her chest ,    scratch of his stubble there still making her shiver in come down ,      relaxed relaxed relaxed .   what a languid warmth ,   this putty of her bones .   this acceptance .   mitch is drawing shapes she cannot recognize into her skin ,      the soft center of her belly ,   the dip of her navel ,     he touches and touches and touches .    has she ever been so studied ,  so touched  ?
the bee shivers itâs exit ,    frees itself from between her lips .    i build a hive in case somebody else decides to stay with me .    â  you .   ah ,  you did .   i wanted to  â  to be here ,   um .   in the morning .    with you .  â    her own touch does not stop ,   thumb pressed to his temples .   it is a half hearted attempt to keep him from looking at her embarrassment ,   like dust in light ,       against her cheeks .     â  is that okay  ?  â
* Â ( Â ? Â ) Â . Â â @setsightâ .
Mitch Rapp (@dylanobrien) weapons training
HELLRAISER: HELLBOUND HEARTS STARTERS
time to play.
youâll have to excuse the diploĂ«. (he/she/they) has quite execrable table manners.
will you go to (him/her/them), gladly?
i think it is some kind of game. a puzzle of sorts.
i could feel itâs fear and pain. it was beautiful.
and there was so much blood.
i think maybe, next time, i might try it with a person. i think that would be better, donât you?
(she/he/they) enjoyed the pain. almost as much as i enjoyed hurting (him/her/them).
what have you dreamed?
i donât dream!
it is why youâre here; because you possess⊠imagination.
surely you have needs.
you canât offer me what i want.
all your power is derived from your lust; all desire is ignited by arousal. give in to your physical need and more.
perhaps itâs better for you to keep away from the thing after all.
youâre pathetic, look at you!
they told me you were hungry, so come and feast.
all the better to see you with.
until you learn to relish the pain of every bad thing you have ever done, you belong⊠nowhere.
i canât kill you, but sometimes, thatâs worse, isnât it? not being able to die.
what is your pleasure?
your pain spoke to you. without pain, there is no growing.
and i have given you more pain than anyone can imagine.
may it bring you amusement.
why should i negotiate with you? i have everything. you have nothing.
you preside over an empire in decay.
oh, a believer? how cute. how naive.
as if that will save you.
i hired you to do this. itâs your job.
hell persists without your belief.
youâre scaring me. i donât like being scared.
safety is not something to be taken for granted.
my word, thereâs a sight for sore eyes.
so, you succumbed to temptation. i knew that you would.
do you know what you are asking of me?
do you know what will happen to you?
loved be pain. sanctified be pain. glorified be pain!
hellâs where all the fun people go.
youâre not the only one whoâs killed somebody for that
youâll get your time in hell.
as you promised? as i ordained. you could only obey.
defeat⊠sweet⊠juicy meatâŠ
it may even pain me. oh, how i hope it does just that.
i hear everything. you know this.
see, it has the radical from sorrow, and from pleasure, and from pain: it is a construct, a configuration of all three.
i do not think there is such a word.
â   â  đđ đđđđđ đđđđ .
THE EMPTY TUPPERWARE IN HER HANDS   comes as some sort of a godsend ,   velma thinks ,   if    the clementine flush to her cheeks    has any indication  ;  otherwise ,   she may have done something stupid ,   like    reach out and touch him ,   palm flat to the warm   (  she assumes  )   of his bicep .   it flexes there ,   taunting ,   and she is both vibrantly relieved and painfully disappointed that she stays rooted in place ,   statuesque .
â  OH .  â
surprise is a sweet drip on her tongue ,     some kind of sugar water .    it bubbles out of her ,   half - anxious at the attention ,   acknowledgement - warm .     â    of course i would .   i mean ,   you mentioned liking thai ,   right    ?    i thought you  â  well .       i thought you might like these spring rolls .   iâm glad i was right .  â     a fidget ,   here .   she doesnât want to go .       â  itâs nice to eat with somebody .  â
    THE  THING  ABOUT  GHOSTS  is  that  they  would  make  decent  company  if  only  theyâd  allow  it .  here  are  two  specters ,  shadows  cast  against  a  black  wall  for  none  to  see ,  and  it  is ,  perhaps ,  no  wonder  they  have  found  each  other ,  despite  contrasting  origins .  mitch  thinks  there  is  something  to  the  flight  of  her  gaze  and  the  gnaw  of  her  fingernails  that  leaves  room  for  rooting ,  that  leaves  him  wanting  to  pin  her  down  (  in  any  way  sheâd  let  him  ) .  there  is  warmth  to  him  yet .  it  has  only  been  simmering  for  some  time  beneath  the  cold  of  his  armor ,  THE  CHILL  OF  HIS  WALLS  .
    â  i  do  like  thai .  and  spring  rolls .  â  and  then ,  â  i  like  you ,  too .  â  his  mouth  quirks ,  just  the  one  side ,  scratchy  cheek  rounding  into  a  softer  shape ,  his  smirk  not  quite  so  threatening  as  the  way  he  moves .  đ   đđ   đđđ   đđđ   đđđđđ đđđ  ,   đ   đđ   đđđ   đđđ   đđđđđđ   đđđđđđ .  there  is  warmth  to  him  yet .  velma  does  not  move ,  but  mitch  takes  a  step  in ,  and  then ,  another .  that  predator  stalk .  â  raining  hard  out  there .  might  wanna  wait  for  a  break  in  the  storm .  â  an  open  offer .
â  ask meme  :  MABEL,  a podcast by becca de la rosa and mabel martin.  episodes one (the letters) through seven (king in the labyrinth).
iâm going into the ground for you.
i know youâre real, youâre right there â only you arenât, youâre not even close.
you know some of my secrets, i know some of your secrets.
you hear me, so iâm real. at least a tiny bit.
if i met myself on the street, would i know me?
you with your distance, you with your high ground.
thereâs too much white noise in our heads.
iâm making you an accomplice in this. iâm making you culpable.
live inside yourself for long enough and youâll start seeing anything external, anything even remotely out of the ordinary, as a sign.
nothing can we call our own but death, and that small model of the barren earth which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
thereâs something a bit fairy tale about it.
i didnât tell you this before, but you were in my dream last night.
itâs a weird feeling to miss someone you never even met.
you know how sounds get stuck in the walls of old houses.
i think about it and itâs like my ribs close up on themselves. like my heart forgets how to pump blood.
weâre microscopic. we disappear so easily.
have fun, but never, ever let your guard down.
life is unfair. life has no obligation to be fair.
iâll tell you, and then the spell will be broken. the princess will walk out of the tower.
it used to be interesting, and then, like everything else, the slow march of time killed it.
you cannot have this one last piece of myself that i have kept.
i am not moon and mirror, i am flesh and bone.
you have to follow the rules, you invented the rules. you have to follow them.
i used to talk to the girl in the mirror when i was a child, all the time. i knew, always, that she and i werenât the same. i knew that her face wasnât mine.
catharsis. god knows iâm due for some, right?
have you ever seen a moon so red it made your blood look white?
thereâs more than one way to kill someone.
i am not myself. i donât think iâve been my real self for a very long time.
weâre bad gods. we let all our works rot into the ground.
the house isnât haunted, but it is a haunting, in itself. it remembers everything.
you have to tell it whoâs in charge and make it fear you. and then it will listen. isnât that how you get anything done?
     you can find ARES in the pooling blood seeping from your bruised knuckles .
#SETSIGHT //   alternate universe mitch rapp   //   by RIO