ardentloves

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being soft is not weak!!! kindness is not weak!!! being sensitive is not weak!!! being sympathetic is not weak!!! you can be soft and powerful!!! you are soft and powerful and kind and deserve love!!!

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concept: being alive during the regency era and spending your days underneath the shade of a willow tree, caring not of getting dirt on your dress. loving everything of the soiled patches that make known your intimacy with earth. naturally pondering on the romances that dance to the pulsing of your dreamy heart.

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The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.

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i consider it a true tragedy and failure that we, as a human race, have let lavish masquerade balls go out of fashion

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my kink is melodramatic declarations of love from 19th century novels

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me, pale, tired and sickly-looking from my iron deficiency and general exhaustion as a result of chronic lack of sleep: the victorians would’ve loved me

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constantly torn between being seduced by a masked, gentlemanly thief in Victorian era England or being the masked, gentlemanly thief in Victorian era England

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i’ve had enough of being a student i want to handwrite love letters by candlelight and walk through the elegant gothic halls and wooded grounds of a private estate in nothing but a richly embroidered dressing gown worn open over a white linen nightdress until i catch a chill from the morning dew soaking into my silk slippers and die of consumptive fever

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i am a:

⚪️ man 🔘 woman ⚪️ other

looking for:

⚪️ men ⚪️ women 🔘 a socially awkward millionaire who’s bad at confessing feelings but will run out into the rain and walk dramatically across a field and make impassioned speeches for me

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physically? im here, but mentally im in a renaissance painting wearing a silk dress and looking wistfully into the distance

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Crowley (drunk on a bar): sometimes I can't believe myself. I mean, I slithered here from Eden just to what? Hide outside his damned door?

Hozier (taking notes): tell me more...

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I sometimes get the sense that every straight/bisexual woman has this deep, atavistic cultural yearning for Colin Firth that will lay dormant and then burst forth upon reexposure to him, like some pleasant cancerous lust metastasizing in the female psyche.

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anyways good night i’m gonna go indulge in my unrealistic romantic fantasies until i fall asleep

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People always say that all Jane Austen heroines are obsessed with finding husbands when the most famous, Elizabeth Bennet, literally says- ‘I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So, I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to embroider cushions and play their instruments very ill’

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now that ao3 has won a hugo award...

my future employer, at an interview: hmm it says here on your resume you ‘contributed to a hugo award-winning project’

me: that’s right

my future employer: may i see your contribution

me: …no

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Someone come with me to a foreign city and explore museums and cafés and local thrift shops

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I need more gothic novel occurrences in my life. I need to hold a candlebra ahead of me, in a trembling hand, to light my way in an old, dark manor house at night; I need to run through barren moors in lace-up boots and a long skirt as it thunders and rains all around me! I need a forbidden romance hidden in the maze of a large garden, amongst the rose bushes, where only the gardener knows of it; I need to wear a white dress in the depths of a forest at midnight and be startled by crows or the howl of a dog!