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[sixovcrows]

don’t buy me a drink. i make my own money.

[cassopaea-blog]

between us there must be no lies. to the world we may lie and go stalking with claws out, but not to each other. it is only fair: you know where my death is, at the point of your knife or between strangling fingers or in a glass of poison. catherynne m. valente, deathless

[lvynch]

book aesthetics

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[sixovcrows]

socnet moodboards: devya — dev (@cruciotus) and asiya (@daphnegreengrass)

the curves of your lips rewrite history. oscar wilde.

[sixovcrows]

did you know i’m next in line for the fjerdan throne? they call me princess ilse of engelsberg? happy late birthday, steph! (@slughcrn​)

[sixovcrows]

i knew a girl once. she said she loved the flowers blossoming in the meadow outside of her house. she told me they were dandelions. they told her they were weeds.

i loved the girl once. she had a smile warmer than the sun, and the stars begged her to shine softer so their glow might not be lost. she told me she loved me too. when i said it back, i told her a half-truth.

i saw the girl once, her brilliant smile dulled by the shadows of the man standing over her. at twenty-one, he was five years our senior. he ate the moonlight of the girl and spat out something different, something sad. he called her flower and smelled like weed. she told me he loved her. he told me it was a lie.

i knew a girl once. the woman in front of me has her face, but her eyes are bleak and she does not smile. a baby suckles at her breast, a toddler pulls at her wrist. they look like the man who killed the girl i love, who beat her darker than the other side of the moon until she didn’t know whether his arm would hold her or ruin her. she told me that she has missed my presence in her life, how she wishes life had not broken us apart. i tell her i miss her too.

— and i love her still, perhaps i always will, j.g.

[lvynch]

when ur uni does a rlly cute 'coming out of the closet' afternoon n u just can't resist

[cassopaea-blog]

there’s a bit of nostalgia still in my bones, seeping in and wearing me down until i am nothing but the memory of you. i don’t want it. i’m done. take it back and keep it. i am free now, and you cannot weigh me down with fondness for something that never existed. there’s a bit of nostalgia still in my bones, but i’m building something new out of the wreckage that you left.

you don’t deserve me and you never did, c.g.