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No god moves us now
Nancy Reddy, from “After, the Sibyls Fall Out of Words,” Acadiana (via lifeinpoetry)
we don’t know WHO we are we don’t know WHERE we are each of US woke up one MOMENT and HERE we were in the DARKNESS
The fall of all should be called the shove, the back-brain whisper, the first wish.
— Brett Stuckel, from “Teetering,” Outerbridge Shelter
Wolf Like Me // Lera Lynn
Feel me, completer, down to my core. Open my heart and let it bleed onto yours.
“its an old scar.”
i feel the heat on my cheeks & my tracing immediately stops cold. i hadn’t even realized i was running my fingers along the scar on his ribcage.
i look at him to study his expression. i decide that i like how his features sit when he’s relaxed. he shifts his gaze from the wall to me. each eye is like a small vast ocean & i feel very seen. almost too seen, as he flips through every secret, every darkened corner of my interior. i don’t shy away, though. it’s inviting, his intensity, and part of me wants to match it. i want to smile, but something tells me i shouldn’t. i don’t know what kind of story the scar has to tell. and yet his eyes tell me he’s not upset.
i shouldn’t have been so careless. he just has a way of coaxing my guards down. not that i’d ever let him know. he most likely already does. i’ve never been good at acting.
the warmth in my cheeks burns but i don’t remove myself from the round of his shoulder. i feel overwhelmed that i’m pressed so close to him. that his arm is around me. but i don’t move. it’s a nice kind of overwhelming. i think.
the sheets are tangled at our feet.
“you can talk about it,” i say. “i’m not really good at making people feel better, though.” // @boottheorys
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Like this post for a starter from Dolores Abernathy ♡
i drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.
Hi y’all !! —- season 2 is airing && having seen plenty of new blogs popping up, I thought this thingie deserved a repost so I can keep the masterlist up-to-date && running !!
So, are you an active, indie rp blog for one of HBO’s Westworld fabulous characters or are you an OC with their primary narrative- eh, verse set in the Westworld universe, REBLOG this post so I can add you to this nifty little list.
Please, leave your character’s full name in the tags so I know who to add ♡
Like this post for a starter from Dolores Abernathy ♡
Hey everyone! This is just a quick announcement to let you guys know that I’ve added Dolores Abernathy from Westworld to my muse roster. Please feel free to shoot me a message if you’re interested and/or like her starter call here!
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He was lost in the darkroom again, walkman scored at half price from RadioShack blasting Hatful of Hollow through tinny speakers as he dissolved in the red light, was washed away in stop bath. It was Wednesday, which meant that Nancy was tutoring through lunch, and he could think of nowhere better to hide out from the unwashed masses than down here, developing his steadily improving black and whites. Suddenly he was startled by light coming in through the doorway and an unexpected face appearing. “Steve? Are you...lost?”
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“Which are more full of fate: The stars, or those sad eyes?”
— Lionel Johnson, from The Poetical Works of Lionel Johnson; “To Morfyd,”
Hey everyone! This is just a quick announcement to let you guys know that I’ve added Finnick Odair from The Hunger Games trilogy to my muse roster. Please feel free to shoot me a message if you’re interested and/or like his starter call here!
“I wish she was dead…”
Reblog if your muse is open for polyamory ships
(This is not meant as a tool to guilt-trip roleplayers into unwanted ships. It’s simply meant as an easy way to confirm to your followers which ships your muse’s character would be up to.)