yours, mary

YOU ARE A HOUSE CAT [ . . . ] 𝘠𝘖𝘜’𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘛, ⅋ 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾.

[yoursmary1]

thinking abt mary being a strict cat person and eventually getting a dog whenever she’s living by herself in lemoyne post-epilogue ... yeah yeah yeah

[yoursmary1]

mary when her n arthur went to the theatre probably

[mindsmade]

squicktooquick:

the great thing about loving minor characters is that nobody can tell me that something ISN’T true… cuz like… says who? the creators? no. in fact, the creators said nothing.

[yoursmary1]

thinking abt how even when she’s chewing someone out mary’s voice is still soft yeah yeah yeah

[yoursmary1]

mary will pick fights & then decide she doesn’t have the energy midway, so by the time you’re ready to blow up she’s already over it <3

[notmorbid]

the left hand of darkness.

dialogue prompts from the left hand of darkness by ursula k. le guin.

nothing succeeds like success.

will you tell me why?

i’m not trying to tell you anything.

i cannot ask for your trust any longer, having put you in jeopardy.

say what you’ve got to say.

when action grows unprofitable, gather information.

when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

what does a man die of but his death?

there is always a price.

you owe me nothing, nor i you.

i owe you nothing, but i love you well.

we are not safe.

i had my eyes on the stars. i didn’t watch the mud i walked in.

are you comfortable?

[name] thinks nobody knows it, but everybody does.

where have you been hiding yourself lately?

i waited for you.

detestation is as good as any drug.

my helplessness is intolerable.

why can i never set my heart on a possible thing?

i took too much for granted.

i thought you understood the danger.

where do we go from here?

in danger, honor.

what is love of one’s country? is it hate of one’s un-country?

what is more arrogant than honesty?

i don’t know what to call you.

you had a bad night.

light is the left hand of darkness, and darkness the right hand of light.

call me by my name.

i’m afraid of falling.

fear is very useful.

my own survival doesn’t matter all that much.

[yoursmary1]

a month from now this blog will be deactivated and a new m.ary l.inton blog will reemerge under the alias of something like hacky sack and when someone asks if it’s me i will result to gaslighting 

[yoursmary1]

jk it’s not a month it’s happening RIGHT now lmk if u want the link <3

[yoursmary1]

a month from now this blog will be deactivated and a new m.ary l.inton blog will reemerge under the alias of something like hacky sack and when someone asks if it’s me i will result to gaslighting 

[yoursmary1]

jk it’s not a month it’s happening RIGHT now lmk if u want the link <3

[yoursmary1]

a month from now this blog will be deactivated and a new m.ary l.inton blog will reemerge under the alias of something like hacky sack and when someone asks if it’s me i will result to gaslighting 

[yoursmary1]

jk it’s not a month it’s happening RIGHT now lmk if u want the link <3

[yoursmary1]

a month from now this blog will be deactivated and a new m.ary l.inton blog will reemerge under the alias of something like hacky sack and when someone asks if it’s me i will result to gaslighting 

[yoursmary1]

feel like there needs to be some sort of self help book for people who don't rp anymore when that was their primary hobby

[yoursmary1]

eternlsun​:        jacob black.

he feels it everywhere /   deep within young anatomy.        what a silly  blackened heart ,   every inch of pain devours him.      as though washed in a bowl of sin.     peacefulness once marked   you     ––––––    bubble of anguish now stains such a pretty face.     jacob black was no longer a boy.        the worlds weight crushed a saturated soul.     he now   remains    a misfortune.   encompassed by     guilt & travesty.

do you remember?     when sun grinned & cherry lips chuckled.    knuckles now remain clenched / tips becoming blue.      ❝       what  is  it  you  want  ?   𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ?   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞  &  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 ?    ❞      hes far too familiar with the situation at hand.     to be loved /  only when it mattered.  

𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊) 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.       pulvizered between the soft hands of the one it beats for.        perhaps you would do better to take care of something so fragile.        𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋) 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎.        sometimes it’s difficult to be bothered, but you never forget the notion.        ❛❛ forget ‘everyone’ else. i just want you to be happy. ❜❜        scrunch of the nose, disbelief adorns features and you remain skeptical.        reality borders a kind of cruelty:        the realm of realizing the falsehoods you have veiled yourself underneath, the fabrications you have swaddled yourself in.        DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER, you think.       but no one sent for you.       ❛❛ 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗’ 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 . . . ❜❜        a pause that feels like forever.        ❛❛ ------------------ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗' 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ! ❜❜

[yoursmary1]

@edenwept

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗.        amid the smoke and ash, the question on your tongue does not rest as easily as the match that was lit.        like a deer at the happening of a sudden sound, eyes remain wide as they observe a sight like nothing you’ve ever seen.        𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕.        small frame crouches next to the other who sits upon the sofa, never mind the mess that has been made, for frills carry the burden of blood:        the soot is heavy with the weight of what has happened before.         whatever has happened before.       you pretend you’re not nervous.        𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.       that asking for a revelation of the truth won’t unravel the fictitious bow that is now holding you together.               ❛❛ gloria . . . ❜❜        a voice as delicate as it is sweet, pleading without the implication of imploring, calling onto something stronger than yourself for a helping hand.        desperation radiates through flesh in a summon to bring the mind back to the body.       𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊.        whatever this is to endure.         ❛❛ for me to help you, i have to know what happened. ❜❜ 

[marksbirch]

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It Ain’t Me Babe performed by Johnny Cash - Just felt like some Johnny Cash this morning.  This was one of three Dylan covers that appeared on the Orange Blossom Special album.  There is just an incredible amount of depth and feeling that Cash brings to the tune.  While there were many versions of this song performed over the years, this is my favorite.

[argumate]

tumblr doesn’t even pretend to show me notifications any more, if you say something to me and I see it it’s purely because I stumbled upon it by chance in an enchanted grotto deep in the moonlit forest at midnight and will never find it again.

[evilsupplyco]

if you tag me in something and I don’t respond, I didn’t see it, I’m not ignoring you, I love attention

[yoursmary1]

prophecyveined​:        remilia cariou.

❛       𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚     𝙙𝙞𝙙     𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚     𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣     ?     what     human     being     looked     at     another     &     saw     in     their     face     the     forests     &     the     seas     ?     was     there     a     day     ,     exhausted     &     weary     ,      dragging     home     food      ,     arms     cut     &     scarred     ,     that     they     saw     yellow     flowers     &     ———     not     knowing     what     they     did     ———     picked     them     because     :     “i     love     you”     ?       ❜          /       @yoursmary​     ,     𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨.          

𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: flesh remains pristine, but the heart is never quite so lucky.        this love is not painless, but it is covered in steel.        look closely and watch as the heart grows fonder . . .        ❛❛ 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. ❜❜        frame lifts from the grass in which it lays.        it turns ever so slightly, only to serve a presence that demands adequate attention.        ❛❛ i don’t know where it began, but i know where it persists. ❜❜

[yoursmary1]

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