#miscellaneous quotes

[losingmyselfinsleep]

we were simply going forward, riotous and windswept,

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Oh Please Let it be Lightning/ Ada Limón x Snow and Dirty Rain/ Richard Siken

[asralovesme]

MC: why are people so obsessed with getting a top or a bottom

MC: honestly i would just be glad to have a bunk bed

Asra:

Julian:

Lucio:

Faust:

Lucio: i’m going to tell them.

Asra: dont you fucking dare

[losingmyselfinsleep]

Come to my heart dressed in white, with a bouquet of bloody roses and goblets of ashes,

Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all

forgiven,

even though we didn't deserve it.

I’m done talking, officer, I’m dancing in the rain with a wedding dress & it makes sense.

But on a better subject: Do you know when you were most beautifully dressed in Vienna, absolutely, absurdly beautifully dressed? There can’t be any argument about it: on Sunday.

Pablo Neruda/ Richard Siken/ Ocean Vuong/ Franz Kafka

[lightning-eclair]

‘ wake up! wake up, yo! ’

Miscellaneous quotes starters || @cockysadist

For a while, Lightning could recall feeling her eyelids grow heavy, as each step began to grow slower and slower as the remaining bit of her energy had officially been drained. Her muscles screamed at her to stop... but this wasn't a safe enough place, or so she would think. A church stood before her, and she took one step, after another until she stood in front of the door. From the looks of this place and the conditions around it, not many came here. As she reached out slowly to push the doors open, she found her world spinning moments before going black. Where Lightning passed out, she didn't feel her body hit the ground, she simply knew it happened before fading into nothing.

Perhaps hours had passed, and her body had yet to move from where she had fallen. The silence was the only thing that met her ears, that was... until she could hear a male's voice calling to her. 

Wake up! Wake up, yo! 

Lightning's brows furrowed together as the moment she began to come-to she was greeted with a throbbing headache. Slowly, Lightning opened eyes, staring at the ground in front of her while her body slowly began to register the ache from the fall and the dull aching on the cheek that was pressed against the ground. Her gaze shifted, drinking in the sight of a male with bright red hair and piercing blue eyes. Lightning blinked before her lips formed into a frown, carefully, she lifted pressing her elbow into the ground to gain leverage, "I'm up..."

[lightning-eclair]

“No regrets, yet every regret.”

Miscellaneous quotes starters || @cockysadist

At this point, she wasn't sure why she agreed to even tag along with the redheaded Turk, from the get-go from a simple appearance she chalked him up as nothing but trouble, and as of now, he had proven her judgement of the book's cover to be correct. Her back was pressed against the wall of an alleyway while her arm extended out with a hand firmly pressed to Reno's chest to keep him in place. Her eyes narrowed in the direction of the open street as a large group of people rushed forward. "I think they went that way!" Followed by the cheers and yells of the crowd behind. As to why Lightning thought following him around was a good idea was beyond her. She could feel her heart racing at the stillness she had to keep before finally, she was certain they all had passed.

His words caught her off guard as she slowly lowered her hand and offered a glare, "If you..." Lightning shook her head, "Don't do that again, at least when I'm around- or ever. Just don't do it again."

[lavishbylaw-archived]

Miscellaneous Starter Quotes || @saviour-in-disguise - Continuing

saviour-in-disguise:

Letting go, the process of forgetting or choosing to not letting something bother before it eventually fades to something that is no longer held onto so deeply. But wasn’t that the thing about getting attached to people… to the past and holding on to it whether or not it was there or not. Markus could feel his lips forming into a pout of some sort, his brows furrowing together while pain flashed in those heterochromia eyes. “That’s… easier said than done. Surely you would understand?”

“--Well, life isn’t easy, Markus.” Genevieve soon interjected, completely dismissing his question about understanding. It was rude of her to speak that way to him, but she did so on any count. Of course, this mostly had to do with her own personal frustrations rather than his own attempt to gain some empathy from her. It was just something that she couldn’t properly deal with, and for someone who liked to be in control of herself most of the time, it sort of.. bothered her. 

Her eyes fluttered about the room before looking up to him with a bitter expression displayed across her face. 

“Don’t even feel sorry about it. Hell-- Just-- Just let it be.” Genevieve added in a rather spiteful tone as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Let it be, and just leave.” 

[thesuperhabib]

"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city." 

- Roman Payne ("The Wanderess")