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Love Begins
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Just a tremere girl doing tremere things 🩸
naerys naerys naerys naerys
Artfight Attack on tiktio
how it's feeling rn
Go, my Connverse
staying up too late with ur bestie
✨️WIP✨️ Tyranny 😏💓
another persephone redesign
My life is a constant cycle between "I need to rest before I burn out" and "I'm wasting my potential, I should work harder"
tall and mighty and powerful
I love characters who are like "I'm a terrible person" but when you look closer it's more like
"I adapted to survive something and now I don't know how to stop being that version of myself."
Harrow pls leave that big beautiful woman alone you need a ladder just to look at her
opening paragraphs of all time
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
Image one, the opening paragraph of The Haunting of Hill House:
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
Image two, the opening paragraph of We Have Always Lived in the Castle:
My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the deathcup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.
Tintin calendar for August by Hergé
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