when you are in the middle of a story...

it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else. strongly affiliated with threecardtrick

[florial]

[lokihiddleston]

LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE (2014)

[rosieandthemoon]

Talisman Candles - Catherine Sieck

[thirdity]

“When I recite Shakespeare, my father is living in me. The people who have heard me will live in my voice, which is a reflection of a voice that was, perhaps, a reflection of the voice of its elders. The same may be said of music and of language. Language is a creation, it becomes a kind of immortality. I am using the Castilian language. How many dead Castilians are living within me?”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “Immortality”

[tardxsblues]

Doctor Who | Robot of Sherwood

Clara told me your stories. She should not have told you any of that. Well, well, once the stories started, she could hardly stop herself. You are her hero, I think. I'm not a hero. Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be, perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps, we will both be stories. And may those stories never end.

[sweetbitterbitten]

📜💖 + the very first crush?

// for Clara

canon compliantly she lists marcus aurelius among the number. along with a mountain range as being a perfectly acceptable candidate for flirtation.

i will list her disturbing habit of fancying talking cats in almost any aspect {three come to mind currently} or foxes. any talking beast, honestly - sporting teeth.

lord, the lady has very little in the way of self preservation - which makes sense given her extensive histories of origin: {falling, ripping, shredding, running, remembering, repetition}

[rosieandthemoon]

[gentlekiss]

gk

[katakankollector]

Send 📜💖 + [ question ] to know about my muse's fictional crush.

i.e a crush based on media within the muse's verse

[rosieandthemoon]

[honeywine0]

[tudordramasource]

NATALIE PORTMAN and ERIC BANA as Anne Boleyn and King Henry VIII in THE OTHER BOLEYN GIRL (2008) | dir. Justin Chadwick

[sweetbitterbitten]

time and truth take the long route - but arrive precisely when they mean to. as is so often the case with wizards or warmongers.

warmth in the midst of winter, chill breeze bid briefly to the hollow heart of spring. all things merge when the hour chimes. it is a privilege to serve stillness enough to harken an ear and accept it as so.

water rushes where it will, or absorbs to earth and air - and even that is a cycle unceasing.

so to sit in solemn silence, sipping on the sweetness of such surrender is…a gift. silent companionship. with constant assurance.

if any intrude, they must offer a complimentary conference more or equal to.

[junebugjune]

Clara and the Raven

[soft-lovely]

the art of book covers

[mythshire]

✧˖°🌊°˖✧  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 ✧˖°🌊°˖✧ ··· a collection of wild hearts, divine violence, drowning in devotion & dancing with ghosts roleplay sentence starters inspired by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. genre: gothic romance, mythic yearning, destructive love, spiritual hunger.

• I've been raising hell just to get your attention. • You're the only thing I've ever worshipped, and look where it got me. • I can feel it in my bones — something's coming, something big. • Every demon wants his pound of flesh, and I think I'm ready to pay. • Tell me, what does it feel like to be loved gently? • I would've followed you into the dark. I did follow you into the dark. • The saints can't help me now; I've already made my choice. • I've got too much blood on my hands to hold yours. • You keep asking me to be softer, but I was born with a storm in my chest. • I don't pray anymore, except when I'm thinking of you. • What kind of goddess would accept a sacrifice like me? • The violence inside me has a name now — it's yours. • You say you want honesty? I'm a holy fool and a shipwreck all at once. • I can't tell if this is love or just another way to destroy myself. • The birds are circling. That's never a good sign. • I danced with the devil and he gave me your name. • I've been digging my own grave since the day we met. • There's a drumming in my chest, and it's not my heartbeat. • How much of my soul did I sell to have this one night with you? • The water's rising and I'm not sure I want to swim anymore. • You can't save me. I don't even think I want you to try. • I've been screaming your name into the void. Did you hear me? • They say love is patient, but mine has teeth. • I was born in a thunderstorm, and I'll die in one too. • You touched me and I swear I saw god for a second. • I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm afraid of how much I want it. • The hunger in me doesn't have a cure, does it? • Every chain I break just wraps around my throat in a different way. • I would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you warm. • You say my name like it's a prayer. I say yours like it's a curse. • I'm shaking the bells and calling the hounds — are you coming or not? • There's something ritualistic about the way we ruin each other. • I've been baptized in regret so many times I've lost count. • The violence of the divine — that's what this feels like. • I can't tell where I end and you begin anymore. • You wanted a lover, but I came armed for war. • I've been howling at the moon, hoping you'd hear me from wherever you are. • The ghosts of everyone I used to be are watching us right now. • I need you to understand: I am not delicate. I am not soft. • The reckoning is coming. I can taste it in the air. • You look at me like I'm salvation. I look at you like you're the end. • There's a ceremony in this chaos — can you feel it?

[soracities]

Octavio Paz, ‘The House of Glances’ (selected lines), A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)