- ̗̀ LOVERS / PARADISE ;

WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, DID YOU EVER LOVE SOMEBODY ? LIKE I LOVE, I LOVE YOU NOW ? 'CAUSE NOW THAT YOU'RE O L D E R I SEE YOU DON'T MIND, LETTING GO OF MY HAND IN A C R O W D — YOU DON'T WANT TO HOLD TIGHT. AND WHEN WE KISS GOODNIGHT, THERE'S A MILLION HEARTS — B E A T I N G IN MY ROOM, I WISH THEY WOULD GO AWAY. I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, THERE'S A M I L L I O N.

[periodresources]

DEVA CASSELL as ANGELICA SEDARA

IL GATTOPARDO (2025)

[calisverse]

The Leopard/ Il gattopardo (Italy, 2025), EP3

Deva Cassel as Angelica Sedara

requested by anonymous.

[laurapetrie]

And equipped only for the most primary kind of eloquence, he leaned over and kissed her at great length.

J.D. Salinger, "A Young Girl in 1941 with No Waist at All" (1947)

[lolise]

galerie ; https://imgbox.com/g/XVYcxVZJuN

[prettygilrlavatars]

+ 9 avatars Daniela Nieves (1-9)

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[baileybasses-archive]

DANIELA NIEVES via instagram .

[acotars]

100 days of character posters (5/100)

↳ no one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.

[bramblrose]

“You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.”

[jaspersbat]

“The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.”

[bronson]

@twilightnet event | powers


“Idiots!”

[rosemairebelikova]

Daniela Nieves

[femalestunning]

daniela nieves photographed by devan ashly

[miraydanerarchived]

ÖZGE YAĞIZ SOL YANIM | 8. BÖLÜM

[glvorys]

he  had  replayed  this  moment  for  countless  of  times  .  how  should  he  react  ?  should  he  turn  a  blind  eye  and  play  dumb  ?  how  could  he  show  no  act  of  recognition  if  such  an  event  would  take  him  by  surprise  ?  she  had  walked  in  as  if  she  knew  she  were  a  god  and  he  stayed  wondering  why  the  universe  had  led  him  here  on  this  night.  he  tells  himself  ,  surely  she  was  looking  for  someone  other  than  me.   but  yet,   as  things  became  quickly  apparent,  it  was  destiny  and  fate  taking  control  of  chance  -  a  chance  that  he  believes  that  could  cause  complete  chaos  once  again.  

there  was  a  time  where  he  was  angry  at  the  universe,  to  introduce  them  only  to  take  his  lover  far  away.  as her  voice  was  just  enough  to  steal  his  breath  and  the  heat  from  his  skin ..   suddenly  his  defences  are  just  paper,  paper  that  is  being  soaked  by  the  rapidly  falling  briny  drops.    the  emotional  reunion  is  told  in  the  soul  connection  of  eyes,  not  with  a  sweet  touch,  or  the  strength  of  a  such  a  long  anticipated  hug.    his  brain  can't  formulate  a  thought,  at  least  not  one  based  in  any  language,  and  if  doesn’t  look  away  right  now  his  atoms  will  tear  themselves  apart.  

he  wears  a  mask  before  allowing  himself  to  say  the  words  he  had  been    rehearsing  for  so  long     “  i  don’t  know  you   ”    oh  , how  this  felt  so  foreign.  she’s  warmth  and  he  stood  in  the  wrong  place  as  her  eyes  digged  deep  into  his,  whilst  knowing  that  such  comfort  is  only  meant  for  others.  not  for  him.  not  for  the  one  who  committed  a  crime  that  can  never  be  forgiven.  “  who  the  hell  are  you  ?  “

[skinnedtight]

𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖑. the refusal to believe in the existence or reality . it was the first stage of grieve . in the amount of time they had been separate , the assumption would easily be made he would have passed this stage . the opposite was proven by the malicious mask that immediately cemented itself in his hardened weathered features . his words , forced and given without emotion or concept of the reality . it made her choke on the words yet to be revealed to him . her body was greeted by a shower of ice cold running down her veins , giving her chills all over . he would not acknowledge her , he wouldn't acknowledge their past love , instead he did the worst . he chose to forget .

𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 is paradoxical . she knew she must have let go a long time ago . there lies solace in the ritual of remembering . while he had anticipated removing all of their shared memories , she couldn't quite blame him for the reaction he gave . still , it did not matter which clouded judgement he still whispered to himself at the depth of night . althea saw a different reality of him and she wasn't going to give up on what they had . she wasn't going to give up on him when he deserved so much more then he ought to believe .

saddened orbs would keep his gaze . if he wished to play this game , althea was more then happy to comply and give her two cents on the matter . bold and brazen with a halo , her words were like an inferno . ' i know what you did . ' she did not break the connection of their souls intertwining through their gaze , instead she would tempt him , pushed him closer to the edge of his madness for meeting once more . ' you might act like i am no one once more . but i know and i will never forget . i want you to know . i do not blame you , i do not hold a grudge for your actions . i understand . ' at that she would claim her distance and attempted to breath once more . ' but , i will take my leave . if that is what you desire . i shall disappear like you intended and move on , with grief in my heart . '

[skinnedtight]

closed for : amiery ( @glvorys ) location : under the mountain

void. the state of being without . the void had consumed her waking mind , clouding her daily matter and handling . months had passed by in a matter of seconds . day in , day out , the day would repeat itself . an endless loop till the day her blood would run cold . wake , eat , work , pray , sleep , dream . dream of the best or the worst ?? althea had meandered through the hordes of the eternals without a conscious mind or matter . yet one day it all changed . the curse lifted from a mind far more troubled , left with more questions that would never be answer . not until fate meddled in her destiny , rewriting the tale of a damsel without purpose . the dreams would become vivid , lively , like a whisper of a life already lived fully . but were it dreams or foreboding terrors of a heart yet to break once more in a multitude of piece that would no longer be able to mend .

lightning bolt . a single visible discharge of light . it struck her , caught her of guard like being stuck in a crossfire . her eyes had been wandering , luring and flirting her to see . to see him . he was the violence , her midnight muse that haunted her every dream . the truth unspoken was felt in her bones . her body acted out of character , out of her control . her legs leading her to him . it wasn't until she came face to face , only a breath away that she detected the glimmer , the spark she had searched for .

' i have found you . ' her words were a mere whisper from a breathless mouth , inaudible for anyone standing nearby yet had the load of a thousand stars . he felt like a home she had not dared to long for , yet he was a strange nonetheless . or was he ??

[nefertiris]

emilias favorite movies: the phantom of the opera, 2004. “past the point of no return - no going back now. our passion play has now at last begun. past all thought of right or wrong. one final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one? when will the blood begin to race? the sleeping bud burst into bloom? when will the flames, at last, consume us?”

[nostalgicacademia]

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night."

— The Phantom of the Opera.