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YOU ARE THE REASON
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@stcrlet
SOMEWHERE UP AHEAD OF YOU your sister has pulled to the side of the road and she is waiting for you with a lug wrench clutched in her greasy fist. Oh how she loves you, darling girl. Oh how, like always, she invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to her, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
independent, private and highly selective original character. written by bea.
❝ please leave me alone, will you ? ❞ her mood is entirely arbitrary, snideness coating delicate features. her friend looks hurt and for a moment she thinks about apologizing ————- the need for COMFORT almost winning. ❝ for christ’s sake, leave me alone. ❞
@cathydoll
divinewax:
he stares at her, trying to see through her words if she was LYING. after a few seconds icarus thinks that if she was lying, she was a good actress. ❛ uh ——— SURE, let me check… ❜ a hand travels to his pocket, taking out his worn-out wallet. ❛ this is all i have. ❜ he shows her a single dollar, slightly ripped at the edges. he wasn’t in his best moment, financially speaking.
❝ LOOKS LIKE WE’RE IN the same position. ❞ with a humorless laugh she shows him her coin purse, almost empty save a few pennies. ❝ wanna pretend we have some talent and busk on the streets ? i’ve got a mean dance routine down. ❞
RULES: answer 20 questions + tag 20 of your followers you’d like to know better. TAGGED BY: @nottingale ( light of my life ) TAGGING: @ensavaged, @tsuyoius, @didntkill, @leonherz, @daisyspat
NAME: bea / lex NICKNAME: bea, lex, lexi, whatever SIGN: pisces HEIGHT: 5′4″ NATIONALITY: american ORIENTATION: i like everything & everybody FAVOURITE FRUIT: cherries, strawberries, raspberries & blackberries FAVOURITE SEASON: fall / autumn. FAVOURITE FLOWER: rose FAVOURITE SCENT: rose FAVOURITE BOOK: lolita FAVOURITE COLOUR: dark green, black, red FAVOURITE ANIMAL: wolves COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee in the morning, tea any other time AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 2-6 hours CATS OR DOGS: luv both NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: one but i have 13 pillows DREAM TRIP: i wanna stay in a lighthouse for a few weeks BLOG CREATED: damn like ?? 2013 ?? NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 1000 somethin’ lmao im too lazy 2 look
place in society.
FINANCIAL. wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty (verse dependent) MEDICAL. fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / deceased CLASS OR CASTE. upper / middle / working / slave / unsure (verse dependent) EDUCATION. qualified / unqualified / perpetually studying / still studying / never been to school
family.
MARITAL STATUS. married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged & devoted to a fault / partnered / single / divorced / widow or widower / separated / it’s complicated / verse dependent CHILDREN. has a child / has no children / wants children / adopted a child / verse dependent (she dies during childbirth so ? don’t know) FAMILY. close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling is deceased AFFILIATION. orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by both parents / other
traits & tendencies.
disorganized / organized / in between close-minded / open-minded / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between sympathetic / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between hardworking / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between
sexuality & romantic inclinations.
SEXUALITY. heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / none SEX. sex repulsed / neutral / sex favourable / uninterested / (she’s a child) ROMANCE. romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / uninterested SEXUALLY. sexually adventurous / sex experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / uninterested / (i don’t feel comfortable answering this as she is only experienced by force)
abilities.
COMBAT SKILLS. excellent / good / moderate / poor / none LITERACY SKILLS. excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ARTISTIC SKILLS. excellent / good / moderate / poor / none TECHNICAL SKILLS. excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
TAGGED BY @fictionpersona ( thank u angel :* ) TAGGING @nottingale, @leonherz, @daisyspat, @tsuyoius
❝ HEY ---- MISTER ! you got a dollar and dime to spare ? m’ awful hungry. ❞ as if to prove her point, a pang of hunger nearly doubles her over - hot flashes turning her face red. ❝ promise i ain’t tryin’ to scam ya. ❞
@divinewax
DAINTY LIMBS SLOUCH, legs draped loosely over the end of the love - seat she’s essentially claimed as her own. she’s left a small space, appropriate only for another child her size. the gaze she adopts is nothing less than juvenile, age blatantly showing.
❝ --------------- WHY should i move ? i was here first. ❞
@didntkill
STARTER CALL ! lo is going to be my main priority from now on —- so you can expect these to get done in the next few days.
Shot a rabbit from the back seat window Sat and watched the summer corn grow Ate ice cream in a desert dream And got lost in father's singing
WE HAD BEEN EVERYWHERE. we had really seen nothing. and i catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect. was no more to us than a collection of dog - eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night ---- every night, every night ---- the moment i feigned sleep.
Quotes from Lolita that prove it’s not a love story part 2
So a while back I wrote a post quoting some text from Lolita that focused on the darker parts of the novel where it was easy to see that it’s not a love story, and Dolores is not the “nymphet” Humbert fantasized about, but an abuse victim. It got quite a few notes with people adding some more quotes to expand on the point, but I also started to get messages, and comments were getting added saying things like “Of course it’s a love story” “You can pick out bad points from any book and make it seem worse than it is” (which is true, but not all books are about pedophilia and child abuse) and “But he loved her” so I decided to make a part 2 :)) see part 1 here
From the thought that around 1950 I would have to get rid somehow of a difficult adolescent whose magic nymphage had evaporated- to the thought that with patience and luck I might have her produce eventually a nymphet with my blood in her exquisite veins, a Lolita the Second, who would be eight or nine around 1960, when I would still be dans la force de l'âge; indeed, the telescopy of my mind, or un-mind, was strong enough to distinguish in the remoteness of a time vieillard encore vert- or was it green rot?- bizarre, tender, salivating Dr Humbert, practicing on supremely lovely Lolita the Third the art of being a grandad.
I knew of course, it was but an innocent game on her part, a bit of backfisch foolery in imitation of some simulacrum of fake romance
I would park at a strategic point, with my vagrant schoolgirl beside me in the car, to watch the children leave school- always a pretty sight. This sort of thing soon began to bore my so easily bored Lolita,and, having a childish lack of sympathy for other people’s whims, she would insult me and my desire to have her caress me while blue-eyed little brunettes in blue shorts, copperheads in green boleros, and blurred boyish blondes in faded slacks passed by in the sun.
Never did she vibrate under my touch, and a strident “What do you think you are doing?” was all I got for my pains.
I remember the operation was over, all over, and she was weeping in my arms; a salutory storm of sobs after one of the fits of moodiness that had become so frequent within the course of that otherwise admirable year!
Lo treated me to one of those furious harangues of hers where entreaty and insult, self-assertion, and double talk, vicious vulgarity and childish despair, were interwoven in an exasperating semblance of logic which prompted a semblance of explanation from me.
(swell chance…I’d be a sap if I took your opinion seriously…Stinker…You can’t boss me… I despise you…and so forth)
I now think it was a great mistake to move east again and have her go to that private school in Beardsley, instead of somehow scrambling across the Mexican border while the scrambling was good so as to lie low for a couple of years in subtropical bliss until I could safely marry my little Creole.
I did not mind where to dwell provided I could lock my Lolita up somewhere.
Apart from the psychological comfort this general arrangement should afford me by keeping Dolly’s day adjacent to mine, I immediately foresaw the pleasure I would have in distinguishing from my study-bedroom, by means of powerful binoculars, the statistically inevitable percentage of nymphets among the other girl children playing around Dolly during recess.
That kindly and harmless woman had, thank God, a rather bleary eye that missed details, and I had become a great expert in bedmaking; but still I was continuously obsessed by the feeling that some fatal stain had been left somewhere, or that on the rare occasions where Holigan’s presence happened to coincide with Lo’s, simple Lo might succumb to buxom sympathy in the course of a cozy kitchen chat.
You would give me one look- a furry, grey question mark of a look: “Oh no, not again,”
“She seems quite happy and normal to me,” I said (disaster coming at last? was I found out? had they got some hypnotist?)
‘Can you remember,’ she said, ‘what was the name of that hotel, you know [nose puckered], come on, you know- [noisy exhalation of breath]- the hotel where you raped me.’
She kept her wide-set eyes, clouded-glass gray and slightly bloodshot, fixed upon me, and I saw the stealthy thought showing through them that perhaps after all Mona was right, and she, orphan Lo, could expose me without getting penalized herself.
I held her by her knobbly wrist and she kept turning and twisting it this way and that, surreptitiously trying to find a weak point so as to wrench herself free at a favorable moment, but I held her quite hard and in fact hurt her rather badly.
All the while she stared at me with those unforgettable eyes where cold anger and hot tears struggled.
”Foolishly, I asked her what’s the matter. ‘Nothing, you brute’, she replied. ‘You what?’ I asked. She was silent.
An ominous hysterical note rang through her silly words. Presently, making a sizzling sound with her lips, she started complaining of pains, said she could not sit, said I had torn something inside her.
But if this still isn’t enough evidence, you could always remember that Dolores was 12 years old when she first met Humbert, who was in his late thirties. Or that he paid her for sex, then stole the money back when she was at school. He also tricked her into taking sleeping pills in the Enchanted Hunters hotel so he could fondle her in her sleep. Before moving to Ramsdale, he got into trouble with the police for trying to pay for underage prostitutes, and was admitted to sanitariums. Yes, Dolores may have had a crush on him when they first met, but she quickly saw his true nature and wanted out. It was only in the end that Humbert realised he truly loved Dolores for who she was, not because she was his idea of a nymphet (and to be honest we can’t even be sure if that’s true, because he was such an unreliable narrator and wanted people to sympathize with him). He was obsessed with her, it wasn’t love. Real, true love should be mutual. He destroyed her life and even admitted himself that all he did was wrong, and he should have been charged for rape. Lolita is probably one of the most beautifully written novels I’ll ever read, but just because the language is pretty doesn’t mean we should be fooled into thinking that it’s a love story when really it’s about child abuse.
How to win an argument with success and poise by Scarlett O'hara | Gone with the wind 1939
@stcrlet
*&. I CANNOT GET OUT, SAID THE STARLING.
‘ It was going to hit me ! ’ If the clumsy help would’ve been paying attention he wouldn’t have bumped it & they would have never been caught … then again they shouldn’t have been here in the first place. ‘ You don’t think it will be big trouble, do you ? wasn’t like we were being rotten.’
❝ the only way it would’ve hit you is if you would’ve DIVED - ROLLED underneath it. ❞ deep sigh, chest lifting & falling heavily. she can’t stay mad for long, not when it was her idea in the first place. ❝ no, i don’t think we’ll be in too much trouble. i’ll take the blame. ❞ they might not be in trouble with the school, but with her step - father is a complete different story.
Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them. Know what I mean? If someone wants to do fucked-up things to you, and you let them, you’re making them more fucked up. Then you have the control. As long as you don’t go crazy. || adelyn belrose & dolores haze
@ensavaged
*&. I CANNOT GET OUT, SAID THE STARLING.
‘ It wasn’t my fault we got in trouble, you know.’
❝ well, i certainly wasn’t the one who screamed when the janitor knocked over the broomstick, you were. ❞
❝ you look 100 percent better when i can’t see you. ❞
