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she does not like secrets, she never has. a girl of teeth- a girl who takes the whole world in her mouth- the girl who wants to eat it all raw. she wants to see it naked- she wants to see him naked- picked down the bone. she wants each of his secrets laid before her like gems, she wants to inspect them one by one. she would never let another owl slip past her clever eyes- let him slip inside the softness of her heart. not unless she saw him with his throat to her teeth and his heart in his hand.         ❛   WHY DID YOU WANT TO SHOOT ME? THERE MUST HAVE BEEN SOME REASON- SOME PERSON. YOU CAN TELL ME, DOROGAYA MOY.  ❜       

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Cento anni fa il genocidio dimenticato di Amritsar. Le atrocità del colonialismo di cui nessuno parla

Cento anni fa il genocidio dimenticato di Amritsar. Le atrocità del colonialismo di cui nessuno parla

Esattamente cento anni fa ci fu un genocidio, uno dei quelli dimenticati, di cui nessuno parla: l’esercito britannico spara su una folle inerme in un giardino recintato. Era il 1919, eravamo in pieno colonialismo inglese in India ed eravamo nella città di Amritsar, nell’attuale stato indiano Punjab.

Tutto inizia il 10 aprile 1919. Una ribellione anticoloniale, con slogan nazionalisti, furti…

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❛   DYOMA, YOU REALLY DID NOT HAVE TO GET ME ANYTHING.  ❜      gifts were something strange to marya morevna. they were not always something that sat well with her, like a rock in your shoe. but from damian, a gift was something tender, to be held under the tongue until it melted sweetly. she looks at him and it is almost something meek, eager even, the corners of her mouth lifted in the beginning of a smile.     ❛   THANK YOU, DEM.  ❜

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👂👂👂👂👂👂👂

UTTERANCES   /   ATROCIT !      THE PRAXIS    —    (ALWAYS ACCEPTING) !

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CALLOUT POST FOR TUMBLR USER @atrocit​ !!!!!!!

for giving me the doki’s 100000% of the time- for killing me with her talent and our ships. its so r00d. but really- this obviously this is not a real callout post. i just want to take a moment to officially appreciate mara for all of her wonderous splendor??? and honestly theres not enough room in the ask box for me to say all that i feel i want to. mara is just- wow. mara is one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure of meeting?? i remember back when i first followed her blog and looked through for her writing i thought there was no way in hell someone so talented would wanna talk to me let alone write with me. but she was so inviting and warm and kind from the first moment. she stole my heart from moment one tbh!!! i am so happy i got up the nerve to message her that one day because i enjoy her company more than i could express in words. our personalities just mesh very well together and she is always such a pleasure to talk to. shes so talented and creative- her writing is so unique and distinguishable, i could pick it out instantly- her word choice- her metaphor- its all so breathtakingly beautiful. there is something so beautiful about the poetic way she writes- about the way s he weaves her words together. its so creative and unique and it evokes emotions so easily and the imagery is stunning and so real and vivid. i just- i love mara so much!! i haven’t known her long but that by no means lessens how much i care about her. i love her to bits- i look forward to every day i get to talk to her and i love writing with her- she makes writing so fun and shes always so fun and encouraging. i’m really bad at this and im rambling a lot but i am so glad i have the pleasure to call you my friend and that i have the pleasure to write with you because you have quickly become one of my favorite people to write with. it is i have done to deserve calling you my friend but i am so glad that i did whatever it was <3333

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♕ hi ari ...

KISS MY MUSE  -  ♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.                                                                          not accepting!

nightmares heavy boys ,     who both found  fake  happiness in a lit stick filled with elation that could kill , they rested on the couch and spoke for hours. eyelids heavy with sleep , but kristoph knows he has to wait for damian to fall asleep first so that he could watch over the monsters and memories that could creep up on him. it could be the drugs , or the fatigue , but the other holding his hands and interrupting him from talking made kristoph freeze , with curiosity and anxiety boiling somewhere in his chest or his throat where the words have stopped. a kiss to his hand , words he couldn’t fathom hearing damian say , it must be the drugs. 

  ❝  ---gods, go to sleep. next thing you’ll kiss me on the lips and i don’t think we’re that close yet , dam. sleep. don’t stress. i’ll be here when you wake up.   ❞