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#iii. –– 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 / aesthetic .

ACTUALLY ! like this post if you want a short, unplotted starter. comment with a “*” if you want me to hit up your ims and we can plot out something between our characters.

#xi. –– 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 / out of character .

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On set of The Crow

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#HER ON SOFIA'S LAP IM ?#theyre a family its official sarah is adopted #vii. –– 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫 / sarah .#vi. –– 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 / eric .#i. –– 𝔰𝔞𝔴 𝔳𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 / visage .#iv. –– 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 / canon .

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YOU EVER DREAM THAT YOU’RE DYING SOMEONE ELSE’S DEATH ?

private sarah mohr of the crow franchise .

#WORMST ????????#xii. –– 𝔦 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴 / promo .

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* POETRY PROMPTS / PERCY SHELLEY .

* POETRY PROMPTS BY AUTHOR PERCY SHELLEY , FROM A VARIETY OF POEMS .

‘ Live not through the waste of time! ‘

‘ Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine. ‘

‘ In another’s being mingle- Why not I with thine? ‘

‘ No sister flower could be forgiven. If it disdained its brother. ‘

‘ What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? ‘

‘ Youth says, ‘The purple flowers are mine,’ Which die the while they glow. ‘

‘ Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can rend the shrine. ‘

‘ At first all deadly shapes were driven. ‘

‘ There was no sight or sound of dread, But that black Anchor floating still. ‘

‘ Was it aught else, or but the flow, Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro. ‘

‘ The rays of moon or sunlight ne’er endure. ‘

‘ Art thou indeed forever gone, Forever, ever, lost to me? ‘

‘ Must this poor bosom beat alone, Or beat at all, if not for thee? ‘

‘ Yet I do not reproach thee, dear! ‘

‘ This panting breast, this frenzied brain, Might wake my –’s slumb'ring tear. ‘

‘ To blot thee from my memory; But which might never, never be. ‘

‘ Oh! I had never lived before, But now those blisses are no more. ‘

‘ And now I cease to live again, I do not blame thee, love; ah, no! ‘

‘ The breast that feels this anguished woe. ‘

‘ Throbs for thy happiness alone. ‘

‘ Two years of speechless bliss are gone, I thank thee, dearest, for the dream. ‘

‘ ‘Tis night–what faint and distant scream, Comes on the wild and fitful blast? ‘

‘ It moans for pleasures that are past, It moans for days that are gone by. ‘

‘ Oh! lagging hours, how slow you fly! ‘

‘ I seem again to share thy smile, I seem to hang upon thy tone. ‘

‘ Athwart my enanguished senses flew, A fiercer, deadlier agony! ‘

‘ How sweet it is to sit and read the tales. ‘

‘ And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ‘

‘ What is this world’s delight? ‘

‘ Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. ‘

‘ Virtue, how frail it is! ‘

‘ O that a chariot of cloud were mine! ‘

‘ What is Heaven? ‘

‘ A voice out of the deep: I will record the same. ‘

‘ If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? ‘

‘ I weep,–my tears revive it not! ‘

‘ Too pure for these regions, to gleam in the skies. ’

‘ I’d yield to shed a tear, To shed on the grave of a heart so sincere. ‘

‘ Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death? ‘

‘ With the fears and the love for that which we see? ‘

‘ Who lifteth the veil of what is to come? ‘

‘ When all that we know, or feel, or see, Shall pass like an unreal mystery. ‘

‘ Misery–O Misery, This world is all too wide for thee. ‘

‘ Here lieth One whose name was writ on water. ‘

‘ And Tyranny, high raised, stern lowers on all? ‘

‘ Let me not madly stain their righteous cause in gore. ‘

‘ Ah! why was love to mortals given, To lift them to the height of Heaven, Or dash them to the depths of Hell? ‘

#ix. –– 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔧𝔬𝔶 / memes .

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“She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned, under water.”

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via antigonies)

#iii. –– 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 / aesthetic .#viii. –– 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 / about .

so i’m gonna scroll through the dash & reblog some memes / catch up on things, but hmu if you wanna chat and / or are worried i lost our thread !

#xi. –– 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 / out of character .

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#ii. –– 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔩 / musings .

COMING HOME DAY ! good to be coming back, even though i had a wonderful time ! replies will be done either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how i feel after the flight and drive home.

#( travel queue / until monday ) .#xi. –– 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 / out of character .