&「 damnation. 」

ind&semi priv. sideblog for lin, from spirited away. as written by cathy.

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ind&priv lin; spirited away account.

WEASELINISTIC HAS BEEN MOVED TO WEASELIIN.

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ind&priv lin; spirited away account.

WEASELINISTIC HAS BEEN MOVED TO WEASELIIN.

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Little Bit | Lykke Li

Hands down, I’m too proud for love But with eyes shut it’s you I’m thinking of. But how we move from A to B, it can’t be up to me ‘Cause you don’t know. Eye to eye, thigh to thigh I let go.

I think I’m a little bit, a little bit A little bit in love with you. But only if you’re a little bit, a little bit A little bit in love with me.

[somniiare]

Oh, darling. Calling me a problem suggests that I can be solved.

and no matter how hard you try, you know you can’t fix me. (via somniiare)

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Three points where two lines meet Toe to toe, back to back, let’s go, my love; it’s very late ‘Til morning comes, let’s tessellate

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sutorxusu

                       ‘ WHY HAVE YOU COME? ’ she questions, loud and clear; one eyebrow arched at the stranger, whilst the other rests unexpressive. she awaits an answer and, as she does so, arms fold over busty chest --- analyzing the other woman thoroughly.                             she does not seem SUSPICIOUS; instead, she seems to be the one who soothes --- and even if lin’s patience is thin at the moment, she decides to give the unknown female another shot. ‘ say-- what is your purpose in this onsen? ’

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ofsorcerers

                  ah, yes. she had heard of him --- of cerulean eyes and golden tresses; wicked hexes and IMPOSING presence is what he is made of. everyone knows him, but no one knows about him. he is a darkling inside, behind this pretty face of his. MYSTERIOUS: he lies under the wings of the unknown. mayhaps, he is even worse than the duchess who rules this very bath house.                    ( even though lin does not like to think that way. )                         ‘ MASTER JENKINS -- ’ the servant begins neatly, allowing a bow of oak colored crown as equally wooden eyes briefly meet his. ‘ i am here at your needs. ’

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kunaihime

                        ‘ BE CAREFUL. ’ the weasel’s voice echoes through the corridor, surrounded by thin paper walls. she watches the other female with stealth, observing the way she leads her weapons --- she does not simply manage them; she treats them as if she were a QUEEN, and they are her most loyal soldiers. she gives them LIFE.                               however, lin’s concern for the younger ones speaks louder than her trust over the stranger’s skills, and she holds a hand upwards only to catch a kunai in motion. ‘ -----careful. ’

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/sits on u

                        oak optics widen at the sudden weight put over her lap; thick lashes blinking owlishly at the unknown woman who occupies, inherently, this very spot.                             ‘ I’M SORRY, miss--- ’ eyebrows are allowed to furrow, lithe hand pressed against the other’s chest, slightly pushing her away. there is a light shade of pink staining her cheekbones, and maybe it matches her garment more than she would appreciate it to. ‘ but the onsen just covers baths--- nothing more, nothing less.  ’

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He was fire. She was wood. The fire consumed her; transfigured her to ashes. She is reborn.

janicebolen (via wnq-writers)

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There is no God, because I cut him out: I took some scissors to my chest, I carved every last part of him out of my heart. I felt nothing as I tore out that radiance;  I have no need for a god – I am my own deity. I dug my own claws into my chest and  I threw back my head and howled. There is no God:  I tore him out. I dug my nails into him and screamed.

They called me a sinner; I have no need for sainthood. I am a god. (CNS)

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rome // phoenix always and forevermore we’re together dead and lonely

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i. you know more about bones than the others. you know their voice, you speak a dead language only the blood knows. they call it a sin. you call it a religion. ii. there are runes on your hands where you held your feathers. the others did not clip your wings. they left you to do it yourself. now even the birds with their empty bones are laughing at you. you know this. you speak their language. iii. how sad it is to be lost, you think, but it is even worse to be found. at least here you are welcome. there, with the angels, you are a sinner. iv. you sleep without a pillow. you do not sleep on your back anymore. without wings, you do not know softness. without sky, you do not know home. v. when it rains you scream at the sky, you shriek until your throat is raw and the only thing left beneath your tongue is a prayer but you dare not even whisper that, for who would listen to a godless angel? vi. to the trees you say i am becoming my own god and there is silence. only when you turn to leave do the trees say, no. you are becoming your own devil. and who dares pray for them? vii. you are afraid of birds. they are still something holy and their claws quiver before you. you don’t know what they’re waiting for. viii. the other angels are laughing at you. you know this. you speak their language. it is one of blood.

who saves a savior? // megan virginia (via fiictus)