#schrrecken

[pyrckinesis-blog]

schrrecken replied to your post: If you make me a theme background i will sell you...

; I caaan but I’m busy rn so it might take a lil while??

-cries- you are honestly the best. It’s fine if you’re busy rn i can totally wait

[mxdam-a]

“Excuse me, why are you crying?”

cinderella 2015 sentence meme. | accepting.

          “I told you to leave, Elphaba!” The words were uncontrolled, explosive. They came out of Margarethe too loud, too raw, too much. “Will you for once do as you are told – you ugly, disobedient thing!” In the silence following, Margarethe’s head dropped once again into her hands, shoulders coming up. Another tear escaped behind her palms, wetness collecting in the too-hot space between her face and her hands, but her jaw clenched against more. This had to stop. She was a grown woman, not a child; she’d cried enough.

[dxxggers]

schrrecken.

“Whatever you want, the answer is no.”

[ofdefense]

"Death doesn't come with a warning."

       ‘ One could plenty OPPOSE with such a statement. ‘       his disagreement to such a matter is not displayed in charcoal concrete of shattering features,       grey hues beyond years of fulfillment are only lost in notion. a heart may appear resting easy       in nights but far disturbed pursuing cruelty in light’s of day. he cannot disagree for he himself       is unaware of the suffering of trembling shattering bones separating day after day until grey       pales are weak and pale, the frail words from within cursed lips because one subjects his       fellows health in replace of his own.

[angclofmusic-blog]

STARTER &. ( * ░ &&. –– schrrecken )

               MUSIC had always been a language she could comprehend, a world inside her mind, something private. Now her gift must become more, must be honed and refined. The theory sounded altogether too much like mathematics, and even her voice appeared to be struggling. HOW COULD SHE NURSE THIS PASSION ALONE? The loss of her father ached in every fractured piece of her. Music had been the gift they shared, and with each note of her own creation he seemed to fade from her memory. His words are ancient parchments that decay with every exhaled breath and she tried frantically to remember them and jot them down into the walls of her mind. Engrave them like hieroglyphics. Recall them within a heartbeat. All passion had been eradicated, her joy muted. A songbird with nothing to sing holds no worth at all.

                                        ❝ Are you using that? ❞ Christine leaned across, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she fought the urge to stare. It was not that she had never seen the strange girl before, or heard the whispers that ran the circuit at Crage Hall, but there had never been an occasion for her to marvel up close. GREEN. How strange, Christine pondered. It was not an ugly colour, but it screamed like a warning; SHE WAS DIFFERENT.

[kindxst-blog]

It has been a few days since she has seen anyone other than her stepfamily, and so the appearance of a stranger in her hideaway in the woods has her curious. The sage–green skin of the other woman is noted, but is of no concern. Who is she to judge anyone due to their appearance? Yet, she does wipe the cinders from her cheeks as she slowly approaches.

               ❛  Am I interrupting? Pardon me, but usually no one else is here.  ❜  

[diipdyed-archive]

schrrecken // lmAO IKR rip i literally added so many internet ppls into my phone under nicknames so my mum stops thinking i have zero friends whoops.

xntler // im glad u know ur my only vegan trash babs also ur in my phone too sucks 2 be u :p

[diipdyed-archive]

@julia ur name on my phone is homoerectus ur welcome 🐎🐩🐎