You Can't Unring a Bell

Sgt. Veda Hawthorne 19 Mobile, Alabama Points: 29

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Dress by www.chotronette.com

[sgthawthorne]

ORIGINAL CHARACTER AUS - 1975

He quickly learns what he is- mudblood. But while some look at him with disgust and contempt, there is no threat.  At least, not yet. 

As she walked through the hallways of the castle she felt the eyes that followed after her, that gazed in awe of her beauty and her charm. Now those gazes are stares of horror and hatred, accompanied by whispers- beast.  Creature.  Inhuman.

↳trembling midnight lands//i travel with the wizard//drink his blood and he’s our leader

[lonequixote]

Summertime ~ Edward Hopper

[duchesshoreszko]

[girlwithapumpkintattoo]

The Notebook ♦ Allie Hamilton’s wardrobe

[sgthawthorne]

It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes, the way one person looked at another, the way the eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved. a mix for codependent siblings (x)

[sgthawthorne]

a three part mix about mermaids whose blood is worth more than their beauty, werewolves whose hearts of gold cannot deflect the silver of a bullet, and hunters who with each kill lose a piece of their soul

part i the mermaid (x)

part ii the wolves (x)

part iii the hunters (x)

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part iii/iii the hunters (x)

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part ii/iii the wolves (x)

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part i/iii the mermaid (x)

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a mix for running from demons, starting fresh, finding a way to reappear, and trusting your heart

listen on 8tracks

[theniftyfifties]

Couples dancing in the street in Paris, 1950s.

[kitschhousewife-deactivated2014]

[warpaintpeggy]

[sgthawthorne]

things i like → flowers

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Born with her mother’s soft features and her father’s fast beating heart, Kate new she was meant for something more, something bigger than Chickasaw. Each new boy caused a fluttering in her chest, a hummingbird heart beat, flitting from one to the next. Each was treated with the same affection as her dolls from childhood. Loved with, played with, her very favorite. Until another one came along, of course. Forgotten under the bed, lost behind the toy box, though abandonment never meant sharing was an option. Pretty Girl at school, Perfect Daughter at home, homework done on time, cookies in the oven, scarves to hide hickies, and sugar sweet smiles to cover missed curfews. She met The One in college. Handsome, sophisticated, intelligent, not like other men she knew. If he weren’t so old, maybe she could love him. If he weren’t a professor, she could introduce him to her parents. Introduce him to her friends. His wife wouldn’t like her friends.

[yeahthathappened]

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“Is my baby hidin’ under all that hair?” “Yes Mama.” Always the quiet one, always hiding. Veda never knew what to do with him, nose buried in a book, head in the clouds. Nate was the only child she had, to get sent for the principal, not for fighting, but for reading under his desk in class. Content to be forgotten, he often fell to the back burner, even at home. From awkward coltish limbs and a shock of ratty red hair he grew, handsome and smarmy, not a care in the world. In high school, he discovered pot. In college, girls. He kissed Keats against their lips and tongued Ginsberg into their cunts, no longer awkward, his words no longer useless.