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PETITE OISEAUX ! ––––––– ♡
ROLLED HUES OF WARM BROWN . never rising to the other’s temper , éliane kept her centre steady . ❝ you cannot prevent me from getting hurt , ma chérie . you must know that . ❞ tone low , earnest . it was important rose knew that . ❝ and if someone were to have hurt me , you would want to know , as i do now . if it is not a big thing then please tell me – at least let me clean it ? ❞
LET ME YELL ! i have been torn apart , so i shall tear you . and yet , i am muzzled . so , instead , those hopeless brown eyes STARE . stare wide and sure . PETAL LIPS could snarl and spit blood , but instead they stay AGAPE . quiet . ❝ yeah . ❞ what is that ? that choked sound ? ❝ .......... thanks . ❞
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MISS FEISTY ! ––––––– ♡
❛ right. ❜ a suspicious mind is a deadly thing / she’ll trust no one around her sister or herself / it’s evident all over delicate features. ❛ hey, can i talk to ya for a sec ? kinda of the urgent. ❜
❝ I MEAN . ❞ TCH ! the nerve . her thumb taps twice against her cigarette , MORE ROUTINE than anything . ❝ is someone on fire ? if not , m’jus’ startin’ season three of buffy , AND . ❞
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SOFT TONE PERSISTENT . hopeful digits reaching to grab the ravaged skin ( what was once soft and pure now desecrated . something holy chewed up and spat back out ) . she remained as gentle as she could . ❝ no , you HAVE to tell me . please . ❞ a low blow ; one she could not resist to land . ❝ what if it were me , and i would not explain my injuries , hmm ? ❞
❝ I WOULDN’T LET YA GET HURT IN THE FIRST PLACE . ❞ snarling , snapping girl ! a victim of circumstance and a short wick temper . she retracts her hand , keep it HIDDEN AWAY ! they had it coming , they had it coming , they ––––– a clipped sigh escapes her , impatient . ❝ look , s’not ––––– s’not a big thing , a’ight ? jus’ a bad night . ❞
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Ugh. Gross. You two are cute. So cute.
Easy - Vegan Cinderella (2016) dir Joe Swanberg
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❝ SHIT , you are bad . ❞ dancing is so few people’s forte . STILL , you are heavy with whiskey / good times , and your honesty is not a virtue . ❝ at least yer pretty . ❞
@hermaetha ! ––––––– ♡
BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO.
bake a cake from scratch. ride a horse. drive a submarine. speak a second language. dance. catch a fish. play an instrument. throw a punch. build a deck. ice skate. unclog a drain. program a computer. change a flat tire. fire a gun. sew. juggle. play poker. paint. fly a kite. sculpt. write poetry. change a diaper. sing. shoot a bow & arrow. ride a bike. swim. sail a boat. do a back flip. play chess. give cpr .pitch a tent. flirt. stitch a wound. read palms. use chopsticks. write in cursive / calligraphy. use an electric drill. braid hair. make a campfire. make a mixed drink. do sudoku puzzles. wrap a gift. give a good massage. jump - start a car. roll their tongue. magic tricks. do yoga. tie a tie. skip a rock. shuffle a deck of cards. read morse code. pick a lock.
tagged by: @hermaetha tagging: @manwithout , @highnis , @altarbled , n anyone else !
❝ are you FOR REAL ? ❞ she asks aloud , begging for the universe to show some kindness ! why will my ghosts not stay in the walls ? ELBOWS CUT THROUGH THE CROWD , leather jacket / diamond teeth . she’s got you cornered now , fingers curled about your collar , she hisses . RAVENOUS ! ❝ i told you to stay the fuck away from me ! i told you ! ❞
@altarbled ! ––––––– ♡
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LITTLE SPITFIRE ! ––––––– ♡
❛ KILL THEM —— SOUNDS GOOD ENOUGH . ❜ you are the wild youth ! the daughters of witches ! with crooked grins , bloodied - gums , teeth bared in warning : domesticated girls gone . LEFT ONLY AN ANIMAL . ❛ we better get going . ❜ gaze to sky , to setting sun : please . . . take us with you ! ( * DON’T LEAVE US . ) ❛ we can lose them if we walk the train - tracks . they won’t follow us in there . ❜
❝ my pop’s gonna be blacked out fer the weekend , AT LEAST . ❞ the chuckle that escapes her could grow claws ! I COULD TOO ! i would wear them LIKE DIAMONDS . mama raised you like a DIVA , powerful / volatile in your youth . ❝ what’chu got on you ? i got my knife n’thirty bucks . ❞
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❛ YOU KNOW A GIRL ? ❜ she - disbelief incarnated , the bitter taste of mystery despised by her tongue left in her mouth . her annoyance is misplaced , however , when really it is her failure to pick on the logical / tangible aspect of the case that leaves her sour . won’t you show me what lays in the shadows ? that which truly terrifies her in the absence of science - the monstrosity of the unexplained . ❛ what does that mean ? ❜
❝ aren’t you the cop here ? ❞ death is not but a mere acquaintance . SHE is someone i know intimately , more than a close friend . I HAVE WOKEN TO HER IN MY BED . she clucks her tongue , gestures to surgical air , HUFFS A CLIPPED SIGH . ❝ a girl who ... y’know , specializes in this shit . MAKES PEOPLE DISAPPEAR . ❞ her brow curves , elegant . ❝ she plays by my rules . you dig ? ❞
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Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned it’s not what you do with the knife—it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark.
Yasmin Belkhyr,
from “Surah Al-Fatiha,”
(via mutantism)
Source: wildflowerveins
LORD , NOTHING WORSE THAN THESE JUNKIES . little was more repulsive than the once lively feeding on BLOOD / NOTHING . us weirdies oughta stick together . she taps her pistol against the wall , enough to BREAK THE SILENCE . ❝ hm . we done yet ? ❞
@crnivre ! ––––––– ♡
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DOE EYES ! ––––––– ♡
❛ you think there’s a catch ? ❜ feigns offense , lips form into a perfect circle as a single eyebrow is raised . she chooses a joint for herself and lights up , smoke filling the space between them . puff . puff . ❛ —— what do you take me for ? ❜
❝ MAN , s’almost like yer a dealer in some shady alley . ❞ smoke billows from a slender nose , crooked from past breaks . OOPS ! there’s a smile on her cheeks , BUT it doesn’t reach her voice . ❝ no offense . i dig the profession . ❞