ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ / ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵈᵒ ˀ

it's funny. i used to watch people having adventures. i envied them. indie yvaine of stardust, both book and movie influences. written by bonny kate.

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starter call .     could be any length or combination of things.

[flecior-blog]

HE’S JUST A LITTLE BOY !  /  indie laddie from the lost boys, loved by bonny kate .     ©

[virus-anomaly]

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

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          i have my writing computer and my icons back god bless america

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          a philosopher once asked,          “ are we human because we gaze at the stars,  or do we gaze at them because we are human ? ”          pointless, really …          “  do the stars gaze back ?   ”          now  that’s  a question.

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     writer aesthetics .

JOHN KEATS.   the lavender in sunsets  .  flowers in the rain .  sunlight slipping through clouds . lazy summer afternoons  .  the heavy scent of musk  . flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books . fireflies on a cool summer night .  being wrapped in fresh bedsheets .  the ache of wanting what you can never have  .  dripping sunlight like gold .  loving someone so exquisite .  soft lips and soft whispers .  fingers through hair .  names of lovers carved in trees  .  broken glass  . the insistence of being perpetually dreamy

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.    mahogany wood  .  crisp winter skies with cold bright stars  .  the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog  .  empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room  .  pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness  .  cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol  . a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered .  a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day .  the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment  . your favorite sweater . parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing  .  the contrast of blood against snow  .  a purple split lip oozing blood  .  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin  . the butterflies of falling in love for the first time . the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries  .  the romanticization of self-destruction

FRANZ KAFKA.   the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future  .  decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there . the way not even light can escape a black hole  .  the rich smell of old books  .  delicate veins in the wrist  .  ghosts filling lungs  .  shattered bones  .  raindrops on the tongue  .  rusting metal  . nostalgia that aches  .   the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

H.P. LOVECRAFT.   the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave  .  pouring rain and mud .  a child’s fear of the dark  .  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean  .  the silence of three a.m.  .  danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house  .  the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain  . unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night .  ouija boards and urban legends

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain  . travels without a destination .  those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory  .  screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive  .  coffee shops late at night .  car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark  .  naps spent in the sun .  novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins .  the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders  .  ignoring flaws and loving life  .  wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain  .  impossible ideals  .  a quiet sunrise  .  walks alone  . when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe . dazzling people  .  open lands stretching out into infinity  .  falling in love with being alive

EDGAR ALLAN POE.  the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog  .  hollow bones  .  a preserved heart held in hands  . twinkling stars above an old graveyard .  the way everything turns to dust  .  silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom  .  self-inflicted flames  .  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse  .  death as bricks in the heart  . lips barely brushing against each other  .  glassy glazed eyes  .  biting into a lemon  .   heart-shaped bruises  .  rotting flowers on a grave  .   dried blood and spilled liquor  .   the hush of dusk when it begins raining  .   the intimacy of a secret

tagged by.   i stole it ! tagging.  anyone !

[exhomoangel]

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          a philosopher once asked,          " are we human because we gaze at the stars,  or do we gaze at them because we are human ? "          pointless, really . . .          "  do the stars gaze back ?   "          now  that’s  a question.

[aphrene]

BUZZFEED  UNSOLVED  SENTENCE  MEME.

-  ‘ hey there, demons, it’s me, ya boy. ‘ -  ‘ hey, ghouls! the boys are here! ‘ -  ‘ this is like satan’s cement butt hole. ‘ -  ‘ here we go! rock and roll, buckaroo! ‘ -  ‘ can i use the jacuzzi hot tub we’ve been blessed with? ‘ -  ‘ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ‘ -  ‘ my fart scared you! ‘ -  ‘ fuck that demon, he’s whitewashing the history of this house. ‘ -  ‘ whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect that demon. ‘ -  ‘ oh… i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot. ‘ -  ‘ what do you mean it’s not a ghost? ‘ -  ‘ it’s not a ghost. ‘ -  ‘ shadows do tend to follow you, though. that’s sorta how they work. ‘ -  ‘ it’s not even a good poem, it’s just weird. ‘ -  ‘ you’re telling me those architects used math? ‘ -  ‘ knock me down with a feather! ‘ -  ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the hell up. ‘ -  ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the fuck up. ‘ -  ‘ i stepped it up with a meaner curse word. ‘ -  ‘ oh shit, what up, i’m taking a selfie with some demons! ‘ -  ‘ hey ghosts, tussle my hair! ‘ -  ‘ every time we get sad, let’s show a picture of the dog. ‘ -  ‘ that’s a good dog. ‘ -  ‘ i’m not the biggest believer in bigfoot. ‘ -  ‘ that’s a guy i would wanna share a cold one with. ‘ -  ‘ you’re a coward! ‘ -  ‘ look at his beady, little eyes. ‘ -  ‘ we’ve really done it now, haven’t we? ‘ -  ‘ how dare they dispose of my body! they should leave it in the hallway to rot! ‘ -  ‘ am i a ghost hunter? ‘ -  ‘ i took an improv comedy class once. ‘cause i’m a white guy. ‘ -  ‘ i always gotta… gotta think about stuff, you know? ‘ -  ‘ now you’re acting like a detective and not a jackass. ‘ -  ‘ alright, just to be fair, fuck christopher columbus. ‘ -  ‘ i think the moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts. ‘ -  ‘ i never said i wanted to murder you! this is a hypothetical situation! ‘ -  ‘ you want to kill me! ‘ -  ‘ well, if it’s any consolation, you look like an idiot. ‘ -  ‘ if i step on a… a fly? does a fly’s ghost… stay around? ‘ -  ‘ if you slit my throat tonight i’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that. ‘ -  ‘ i’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake right now. ‘ -  ‘ that’s my… my darn sandwich. ‘

[podencos]

I cherish small intimacies. A head resting against a shoulder, lips brushing against a nose, a kiss on the neck, a hand reaching out for my own

[madame-amour]

“The Duchess” (2008)

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starter call .     for any verse   –   let me know if you have a preference.

[bienenkiste]

Anine Van Velzen photographed by Nick Hudson for Glamour UK

[fashion-runways]

HAMDA AL FAHIM Couture Fall/Winter 2016

[sassypiratequeen]

Send me "Is that my shirt?" for my muses reaction to getting caught wearing your muses shirt

[atelierjen]

Glenn Kaino - A Shout Within a Storm, 2014.

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starter call .     for any verse   –   let me know if you have a preference.