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“weren’t listening? now I’m offended.” octavia rolled the words from her tongue with a degree of sarcasm. “I was asking if you wanted a coffee, or a cigarette, or s o m e t h i n g ,” she laughed, leaning back in her seat. “no offense, but you look like a bloody corpse.”

“ ━ i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening. what did you say?” they were nearing the full moon and as usual, it started to have an impact on him ( it was a damn miracle he managed to get out of bed this morning ).

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she licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution. careful, meleager; this is your sport but she’s not playing a game. do not think you are safe because you love her. do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too.

Madeleine Christie, Atalanta (via mythaelogy)

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good news: finished my seminar ppt

bad news: i actually have to present it tomorrow

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“oh, please do - I’ve heard I have a  p e n c h a n t  for that.” knife-teeth glistened in her grin, “making boys cry with nothing but a word is a reputation I can support.” she rolled her eyes into the grey vapor. “smoking in my face and not sharing? how cruel.” she cocked her head. “so it matters that you’re wrong after you got punched, not before?”

“ don’t doubt it was n e c e s s a r y ? i’m going to start crying, just you wait. ” he inhaled SHARPLY before blowing a puff of smoke directly towards octavia. “ nah, not this time. i know when i’m in the wrong & believe it or not i accept it sometimes. ”

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Octavia watched the girl’s retreat, holding down a smirk - her mind already with the owl she was after, already strategizing hours into the future.

“ not everyone can handle them, but they’re quite a special bunch. ” she nearly rolled her eyes before walking away.

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“Aw, poor little Dung,” Octavia grinned, watching the smoke that c u r l e d upwards from his face, trying not to be too amused by his pain. “See, I’d be shocked - only I’m not. And I don’t doubt it was necessary. Bet you didn’t even hit back.”

“ i was just minding my own business, when this asshole comes up to me. hits me square in the face. it was just a little rough & tumble. ” there was a cigarette dangling between his lips as he tried to contain the smile begging to break F R E E . “ thought it was downright unnecessary. ”

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octavia/alecto

just a little less poison

i. black mambo // glass animals ii. knife edge // matt corby iii. mind mischief // tame impala iv. you // the 1975 v. wicked games // the weeknd

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Heartbreaker Bar Melbourne, Australia

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octavia/peter

a five song playlist for octavia frey ( @octaviasm ) & peter pettigrew — things between an enigma & a thousand-piece puzzle. 

i. jump into the fog , the wombats. ii. maybe in the dark , the crookes. iii. girls thoughts , circ. iv. runaway , sundara karma. v. super slow , san cisco. 

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“The prototypical high school romance doesn’t appeal to me. I’d rather just have fun."

“You have standards? Are you sure that’s not just your way of saying you’re too picky?”

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octavia frey; in visuals

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“I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”

“in the forest?” octavia sniggers, shakes her head. “you know, you’re consistently proving yourself as mad as i had you made out to be - thank you, for validating me.” she grins. “now, tell me what makes these trees so lovely, then.”

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“your family, if you’ll excuse the offense,” began octavia, “seem about as enjoyable as gouging my own eyes out. with a spoon.” she smiled, winked, and mock-saluted the other girl. “aye aye, cap’n.”

“ and yet, my family has found the exact OPPOSITE to be true. ” a soft sigh escaped her lips as she was itchy to leave. the interest she had in the other was soon gone. “ just don’t make too much of a ruckus and give me a five minute head start. ”

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I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via versaceofrp)