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i’ve decided to make this into a shorter post. my bank account is currently $350 in overdraft and my bank has given me five days to pay it off, four days now. i don’t get paid enough until next thursday and i’m really struggling. i still have to pay rent and bills. i’m still willing to take commissions but these can take time which i don’t have. if you can help, please do.

KO-FI / PAYPAL.

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𝑰 𝑫𝑰𝑫, 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑰 ?? ind. prv. low activity rp blog for ROSE DEWITT BUKATER of james cameron’s TITANIC. loved by MAVIS.

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hi

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annie when the tribute from two was clinging to her in the flood

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miscellaneous lyrics writing prompts pt. ii.

“ true love is overrated. “

“ baby, i’m dead inside. “

“ regardless of warnings, the future doesn’t scare me at all. “

“ all good devils masquerade under the light. “

“ with my perfect judgement, everything i do is right. “

“ sometimes i hope for a savior to come, who’s got what it takes to convince everyone. “

“ oh my love, how i’ve hated you. “

“ you should never trust a lady with an easy smile. “

“ i wish that you would fucking hurt me. “

“ i guess i’m just a fucking curse. “

“ you cannot take it back. “

“ how can you feel consequence if you can’t feel anything? “

“ i can’t believe i’m late for this. “

“ out of the way, out of the way, fucker. “

“ this feels like just a dream. “

“ none of this was planned, it’s destiny. “

“ everyone is staring right now. “

“ i’m over you, but baby, you’re not over me. “

“ you can’t control me. “

“  i can never let myself get attached to anybody for this exact reason. “

“ all this time, you were just using me. “

“ sometimes loving you is cruel. “

“ it’s hard to see with all these tears in my eyes. “

“ i’ll love you in this space and time. “

“ can’t you see that it’s only me? “

“ i just want to find a god and hope she loves me too. “

“ you want the world? well, what’s it worth? “

“ i don’t want to hide my love. “

“ i just wanna hold your hand and be the one that you think of. “

“ even though you tell me you love me, i’m afraid that you just love my disguise. “

“ there is nothing you can take from me ‘cause i’m free. “

“ have you heard the news? everybody wants to murder you. “

“ i’m gonna take my freedom back. “

“ i guess it’s just my way of dealing. “

“ i will never feel a thing again. “

“ shut up, you’re stupid, just kiss me. “

“ well the young bloods all got something to prove. “

“ i don’t think there’s any chance we’ll understand each other soon. “

“ i’m lonely. are you lonely too? “

“  i couldn’t save them and it’s going to get me too. “

“ this ain’t nothing new, i ain’t scared of you. “

“ there’s some little pieces of myself i miss. “

“ i just want to fuck and forget where i am. “

“ don’t get any closer, i don’t want to see your flaws. “

“ the world will make us evil people. “

“ please don’t leave, i need you. “

“ this misery loves company. “

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La Collectionneuse (1967) dir. Éric Rohmer

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𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.   ind. prv. low activity ANNIE CRESTA of the hunger games. novel and headcanon based. loved by mavis since 2017. 

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palestinians are saying that social media is indeed helping to spread awareness about the atrocities that are happening in their homeland so please never think that sharing posts on your accounts is useless!! it is working!! this is one of the rare cases where social media can actually be used as an active tool and it has never happened before regarding the palestinian cause so we must keep on doing this collectively

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annie when the tribute from two was clinging to her in the flood

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pov: you’re a district 4 tribute and your stylist said the parade theme is mermaid warrior princess

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“…and the waves, with the melancholy of a mermaiden who perches on her rock and waits, endlessly, for a lover who had drowned far away, long ago. That lovely, sad, sea-siren of a place!”

— Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Bloody Chamber”

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@miserystole​   ( mags )    ————   𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO? it trips upon the tip of her tongue, swims up 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺. her focus is upon the bowl in her lap ( 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 , 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝 , 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍 ) while her mind is miles away.      ❝    THEY ACT like they don't even know how to talk to me anymore, mags.    ❞       her parents, her sister, her brother. they’ve moved into her victor’s home, as expected, but she knows they don’t want to be there. not really. NOT WITH HER ———— who’s up at all hours, who has terrible, glass shattering dreams, who flinches when the taps turn on too loud, who stares out at the sea for hours on end.

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A CRINKLE FORMS BETWEEN HER BROW, nose wrinkling as she lifts a hand from her task to swat playfully at his arm.     ❝     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 with a little bit of order, mister odair. one of us has to be civilised every now and then.    ❞        the stretch of tanned, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 before her makes her stomach TWIST in a pleasant way, and she stops her fiddling with the last blasted button to step back.       ❝     i could just leave you like this.   ❞    

*    @70th​​    —    [  WET  ]   MY  MUSE  HELPS  YOURS  OUT  OF  SOAKING  WET  CLOTHES 

FINNICK   CHUCKLES   A   LITTLE   UNDER   HIS   BREATH,   HIS   CHIN   DUCKING   TO   HIS   CHEST   AS   ANNIE’S   FINGERS   START   TO   UNBUTTON   HIS   SHIRT.         it’s   barely   buttoned   in   general,   only   one   or   two   fastened   after   the   rainstorm   caught   them   on   mags’s   boat,   but   it’s   soaking   wet   all   the   same,   and   so   is   he.      so   is   she,   too,   her   light   dress   sticking   to   her   legs   and   stomach   and   .   .   .   

finnick   blushes   and   looks   up   at   the   ceiling   now,   biting   down   on   his   bottom   lip,   still   smiling.            “      good   thing   i   left   that   ‘mess’   upstairs,   huh?      i   told   you   i   should   keep   those   clothes   over   here,   but   you   said   no   .   .   .      ”            he   shakes   his   head,   the   little   shit   that   he   is.   

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@soloreign​   ————    𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

she's slow to face him, sea-glass eyes large and CAREFULLY GUARDED. arms folded over her middle, holding herself in place. isn’t that what 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 says ?? anemone cresta, as clear as a placid stream, never once thinking of the RAGING OCEAN from which it stems. sometimes it’s easier that way.   ❝    𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 that you see?    ❞

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i used to say annie’s parents were dead and her siblings distant from her bc of the fact.... but nah they’re all alive they just..... don’t know how to interact with her in a post-games world? they’re too careful around her, too awkward, look at her too sadly, and it honestly just makes her more upset in the long run. at times she wants her family more than anything, at others she doesn’t want to see them at all.

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𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.   ind. prv. low activity ANNIE CRESTA of the hunger games. novel and headcanon based. loved by mavis since 2017. 

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little gods.

dialogue prompts from little gods by meng jin.

you look like someone i’ve always known.

it is better not to know. to be innocent.

it’s the first home i chose.

i have always had a talent for leaving.

my ambition runs backward.

the thing about life is to bear it.

i’m hard to look at, i know.

what would i do without you?

photographs never show you as you think you are.

men love hearing the sounds of their own voices.

don’t think i can’t see right through you.

you’re not interested in the truth. you’re interested in answers.

when you are lost, go into life, and let it take you.

when you’re unsure of the real, photographs are a way of making sure.

i don’t know why i want your approval.

no one looks out for me as you do.

i can’t tell you what to do.

i’m afraid it’s not much.

now you know everything about me.

there’s no room for anyone but you.

i’m not a very good daughter.

i wish you’d come home more often.

all you know is take, take, take.

you think you love someone, but you only love yourself.

do you even know me at all?

you have given too much all your life. 

what do you have to be insecure about?

you look more like a heartbroken poet every day.

you should come sometime for dinner, meet my family.

i’m getting so sentimental.

enough about me. tell me about you.

it’s intensely boring to feel sorry for yourself.

probability has nothing to do with possibility.

death reveals the triviality of all other grievances.