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I needed a bit of a restart- so...
RE: OTHER BLOG
-desperately wants to rp again on tanith-
-rolls around-
during the next couple of weeks, i’m going to be giving this blog a make-over/revamp.
STARTER || @wallfighter
❝ —– what are you waiting for? ❞ impatience tarred her TONE, and lyra’s delicate features scrunched in IRRITATION.
“What am I waiting for?” for a moment impatience sounds as she talks, causing her to take a deep breath before continuing... “I’m waiting for YOU to get ready.”
‘ WHAT DOES A CLUE LOOK LIKE? ‘
❝ — -And MISS DELACOUR is as much a fairy princess as I am. ❞
they say that CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT ! with sleeping beauty & her curious soul [ prick on the spindle caused a deep sleep ] & with parents ———– warning their children in the dangers of asking too many questions. ( SHE HAS NOT LEARNED THAT LESSON. ) her curiosity is unbridled, bubbling over : curious fingers matched with curious tongue, inquiry after inquiry. so tell me :
WHY IS THIS CAT STILL ALIVE ?
my weaknesses and my strengths. david and the prince. I AM BOTH.
my theme is updated, though the background might end up being temporary, but just please note that verses and the navigation are not up yet because i have not got to them at this moment because i first want to update my tags- so just be aware of that if you go to look for tags/verse information.
“my “heart”. does that pitiful organ still represent anything? it lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelings still seem to originate inside its cold walls. my muted sadness, my vague longing, my rare flickers of joy. they pool in the center of my chest and seep out of there, diluted and faint, but real.”
independent & private & highly selective R from WARM BODIES by isaac marion BOOK canon written by PAIGE
you wrote about a lot of things. about your parents, your brothers and sister, your childhood, your experiences with other people. you wrote about your wand, your robes, and the days in school you had forgotten to do your homework. you talked about hope and redemption. about the people you helped and the ones you wanted to protect. and what it would be like to see a bird fly by. you wrote about the flowers she planted around your rib cage that sprouted just below your collarbones. about how all day you would pluck their petals but had not yet ascertained if she loved you or not. later you wrote about ever present pain in your cheeks and what it’s like to think you’re a monster. what it was like to be judged by everyone before you’d even spoken two words to them. so much of it was like seeing myself on paper. like reading all the things i never know how to say.
I’M GONNA TAKE SOMETHING FROM YOU, MAKE THE DEVIL FEEL SURPRISED.
a sword driven through your chest, through LUNGS filled with smoke, cauterizing your b r e a t h .
HEAVY is the weight upon your shoulders already, boy - what is one more ounce? | graphic credit
‘ WHAT DOES A CLUE LOOK LIKE? ‘