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She was a very old soul in a very young body.

Nick Gatfield, qtd on AMY: The Girl Behind the Name (via wordsnquotes)

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

Kuba Wojewódzki  (via mczarts)

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hey guys! i’ve got several replies in my drafts that i’m gonna try to get to tonight-- i worked all weekend and then i slept most of the day after i got off work today. 

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The sun will rise and we will try again.

Twenty One Pilots, Truce (via music-and-quotes)

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artemxxromanov:

It was weird to think that they will soon be married and she would be Alannah Romanov. Artem wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being arranged to marry her but he wanted to make this work out somehow. He wanted to make sure that she was somewhat happy with him at least. “I’m good with having my coffee just black. I didn’t sleep that much last night.” He said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He had at least stayed up two hours later than when she fell asleep. 

alannah didn’t have much experience when it came to men-- what little bit she did have, she typically tried to forget. artem, though... she wanted this to happen differently. from what she could tell, the russian prince seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. he was kind, something that she definitely appreciated. she even enjoyed listening to his voice. she hoped that eventually, the two would have a nice life together. “just black?’ she asked, pushing herself up from her chair and making her way over to the pot, lifting an empty mug. “oh my... why not? did i bother you?” she asked, blue eyes glancing worriedly over at him.

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I think the great thing about Irish people, even well known Irish people, is that we’re all just very familiar with each other. So the first time that I met [U2] it was like “Oh Jesus, how’s it going? How’s the family?” And, like, I’ve never met these people before.

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I know I didn't get to all of my replies tonight but I'm about to fall asleep where I stand. Good night!

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 ekaterinarcmanova:

Katya cast a longing gaze toward the steaming mug as Alannah lifted it toward her lips. Soon enough she was going to need to find a cup for herself. “I’ve never understood morning people,” she teased as an affectionate smile overtook her features. “Most days I haven’t even gone to bed yet at this hour.” Sometimes it was because she was out at a party with friends, others because the nightmares she never spoke of kept her awake. Thankfully those only made a few appearances since arriving at the Summit, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they returned with a vengeance. Part of her was already regretting not trying to stay in bed longer… oh well. “If we’re both destined to be awake right now, might as well make the most of it. Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

alannah couldn’t help but laugh at her words. the thought of just getting to bed as the sun rises was a foreign concept to her-- she could hardly force herself to stay up past midnight, and her body would still find its way out of bed shortly before sunrise. “my goodness, how late do you sleep on those days?” she asked, blue eyes wide with curiosity. there was something about her future sister-in-law that comforted her, but she couldn’t quite name what it was. she supposed it was just nice to have some sort of friend. “i have not! would you like to go search for some breakfast with me?”

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caitlinthompson:

Caitlin had never been much of a sleeper, always being woken up for one reason or another. This morning, it was a dream. One she’d forgotten almost entirely the moment she woke up, but it was enough to keep her awake. She instead chose to venture outside of her room, hopefully finding something that would keep her entertained until more people were awake. Spotting the Princess of Ireland, Caitlin gave a soft smile, taking the seat beside her. “I’ve always been a morning person, hate sleeping in.” A lie, of course. “Yourself?”

alannah let out a soft yawn as caitlin took a seat, her hand covering her mouth. “really? i’ve always found that sleeping in makes me more tired than before. if i sleep past nine, i’m likely to be groggy for the rest of the day.” she laughed. there was just something about seeing the first colors of the day that made alannah feel grounded. it was as though if she saw the sun rise and heard the first birds chirping, things would surely go well for her. she smiled, lifting her cup once more. “oh, would you like some? i should have offered before you sat down.” 

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i’m going to grab some dinner but i’ll be back to do replies once i’m finished !! if anyone wants to plot, like this & i’ll slide into your messages !!

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artemxxromanov:

“Well you should get used to it.” Artem said running his fingers through his messy hair as a small smile formed on his lips and watched her sip the coffee. This was their first time meeting in person and they had gotten so lost with the night that Artem had actually fallen asleep which had surprised him. “Is there any more left?” He asked as he found his shirt rolled up on the counter and put it back on. 

“i suppose i will,” alannah smiled, shifting in her chair so that she was facing him. she couldn’t help but to watch artem-- after all, he was to be her husband soon enough. the night had gone by rather quickly for them, both talking and exploring each other’s personalities. there was something endlessly fascinating about him to her. “yes, there’s a bit left in the pot. how do you like yours? i’ll make it.”

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 ainelochlainn:

A wide grin stretched her lips as she made her cup, hijacked a pastry without plate before residing next to her sister. “Old habits. I’m used to being up and beginning the day– running around with my face buried in some piece of paper.” Her eyes were wide, as if mentioning paperwork brought back flashes of war despite serving in a war itself. “For once I have enough time to sit, relax. Far too much spare time on our hands, don’t you think?”

a pleased smile crept its way onto the girl’s expression as her sister sunk down next to her-- something that she missed about home. alannah had always looked up to both of her sisters, especially aine. the way that she took her responsibilities with such grace never ceased to amaze the youngest lochlainn. “thank goodness you’re not so wrapped up in all of that right now. i can’t quite make sense of what to do with all of this extra time-- can you?” she asked, tilting her head as she lifted the cup to her lips once more. 

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do you ever look at an essay prompt and immediately think “what the fuck” bc i sure as hell do!!

“what is the role of the individual in a society engineered for consent?” I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE ASKING ME

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⏳ - if you were immortal, how would you spend eternity?

first off, i would absolutely hate to be immortal. i wouldn’t be able to stand seeing my loved ones pass on. i suppose i would make my life’s work something important though, like finding a cure to cancer or something of the like.