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              xi.               vermillion halo spreads across the gashed path,               mother sleeping with her eyes open. father closes               your fingers around metal, his forked tongue smelling               like gunpowder. spring comes and shrapnel becomes               your pollen. this is the season of reaping.

              xviii.               roses bloom around your lonely hands, ribcage               combusting and dancing in flames. father closes his               eyes under your fingertips, his breath coloring the air               with absence. winter comes and splinters become your               bones. this is the season of decay.

              xix.               destruction litters your floor with paintings, carnage               another dream that you learn to forget. father is a ghost               under your skin, your nails leaving streaks of angry red.               summer comes and lies become your constellations.               this is the season of atonement.

              xxi.               shards leave gashes on your palms, memories whisper               along the hallways of your thoughts. they are never               forgotten, unmarked graves planted in your soul. autumn               comes and survival becomes a shade of your synthesis.               this is the season of salvation.

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                             …& i can’t help but feel like i’m SUFFOCATING in all of my                                                                     awful                                                                 A W F U L                                                                  mistakes.

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"I was aiming for stew."

“Oh…”Starving would be an understatement to define his condition at the timehe had agreed to take a bowl of whatever Anthem had been cooking for New Year´s.Perhaps this is the reason why he even agreed to do so. Although it is meant tobe the merriest time of the year, December has always taken a toll on him. After the last eleven months, the twelfth reacheshim as rather unnecessary. He was halfway through with his bowl when he decidedto compliment the latter on the soup, supposing it was the least he could do to express gratitude.

Except itwasn´t soup.

Their gazes meet for a brief moment in what could be deemed as disbelief or as sheer discomfort. He doesn´t smile. Anthem doesn´t smile. 

Howunfortunate. 

And as inevery unfortunate event, ignorance is bliss.

“…Well, I always thoughtsoup and stew were the same.”  He clears his throat finally averting his gaze back to his bowl andtaking another spoonful. “What matters is the taste right?”

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"You know that's not true."

Kill Your Darlings (2013 Movie): Sentence Starters // not accepting

Night timeserves as haven for the unfortunate. Flesh and bones condemned to a world ofsmoke and mirrors, craving for a constant between changing seasons, craving forquietude in a world corroded by white noise.  It serves as penance for the specious, thosewho strive to be deemed as fortunate in broad daylight when they are but soulsin mid decadence. Scourge clawing at a senile rib cage, tearing their flesh toshreds for we may lie to the world but not to ourselves.

It servesas a home for the human. Suffocated by countless sins, drowning in a sea of yesterdays and even then, they hang on.

If it wasn’tlike this, why else would they search for beacons of light in the darkesttimes? Standing on the world´s end with their gazes fixed to the stars, forthose who are not born with these in their eyes are bound to search the heavensfor what they never held. They may have the universe to hold them in slumber,but a lone soul always yearns for the constellations. Sleepless nights, heavyconscience, soon it all becomes nothing but part of a routine. An endless cyclethey are bound to repeat over and over.

Until thisone is broken.

He pausesat the silhouette leaning against the rail, engraves in his thoughts thewistful expression dawning upon the latter´s features as it holds a certainresemblance to a distant memory for him. The loss of everything, the exhaustionof a lifetime, the prologue of a downfall, all written across the man´s semblanceas he seemed to be more interested in the fall than the skies.

“…Tomorrowwill be better.” Although his voice is steady it still holds a tinge of uncertainty to it, leaving in question how many times has he voiced those four words to himself.“You know that´s not true.” His voice cracks near the end, as if he had witnessed theexact moment skies bend before the fall, as if the world reached its peak andnothing else is left for tomorrow. This is not the sorrow of a man that lost allbut a man who never felt as if he had anything to begin with.

“Whether itis true or not, I´m not sure of…but a man must hope for something.” Preachfor the sake of others while your own is wearing thin. Save someone else if youcan´t save yourself. “If hope is lost, everything is bound to follow isn´t it? ”

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“How am I supposed to under-” But the words die in his throat. Where fear should have rose, solace settled instead once  the third eye comes to sight. Peculiar, yes, but there is nothing worse than the yearning for another that is similar. A reminder of the fact solitude is not definite. Even then, surprise is still evident on his features, lips parted slightly before he averts his gaze.

“That’s...I’ve never seen anything like that in person.” Finally words manage to leave his lips, eyes peeking at the other in sheer amusement as any speculation of fraud wastes away. Perhaps this time, he hasn’t been mislead.“...what are you?”

santi laughed softly as he turned the thin pages, leaning against the bookcases as he turned his eyes towards the gloved hands tucked into the other’s pockets. “you have tried, yes, but blindly. how can you prevent something you can’t even begin to understand, little one?” 

the book closed with a smooth, satisfying sound, returning it to the shelf without looking, a kind smile on his lips. “i am like you, but it is much more difficult to hide where my abilities come from.” the same hand that returned his book to the shelves swept his hair from his forehead to reveal his third eye, iris the same earthy shade of green. “but i am older, with more training.” 

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“I told you, I’ve tried. Countless times.” There’s a certain bitterness in his voice as his eyes scan the shelves, the collection was rather impressive. A curse, that’s what it is. Living bound to the fates and detached from the living. Living on every time but the present. As usual, skepticism is the first to arise at such offer, gloved hands tucked neatly in his pockets out of habit while his gaze falls. And although he finds himself interested he doesn’t hesitate to shake the feeling off. After some time, expectations serve of more harm than well. But hope is the last to take leave. “...how could you?”

“you can control it, you know,” santi mumbled absently as he thumbed through one of the books in his personal library. “it’s an ability like any other, you just have not yet been taught how to train it.” he looked up from his book, forest green eyes curious. “i could help, if you would like.” 

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i feel it burning me i feel it burning you i hope i don’t murder me i hope i don’t burden you

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"i love complicated."

Kill Your Darlings (2013 Movie): Sentence Starters

“I...” Anxiety cuts him off as wits don’t come in handy under these circumstances. He wants todeny any claims, wants to deem everything as a misunderstanding of hers. But he knowsbetter, thus he swallows his words. 

Don´t looksurprised, you reap what you sow.

The accomplicedeserves the same hell as the transgressor. After all, we are but mosaics ofevery single person who crossed our way. Shards of those who left us behind,all lined up to satisfy our own ideals. We may lie to ourselves; claim it isnot broken although we may see the cracks, lay our dregs in gold and refer tothem as precious, preach art´s bore out of the deepest wounds and yet we remainas nothing. De trop.

Thisconcept, as many others, does not apply to Celia.

Scraping atevery single crack, tearing wounds that never healed, unearthing regretsunknown to anyone but ourselves (or so we believed) and yet none of this willbe done by her hand. She will bat her lashes and hand you the knife, she will ask nicely for you to do it and you (without an option) will comply. 

“You don’t care about complicated when money’s on the line…do you?” She is but a breath away, one he somehow finds himself holding back in her presence as he realizes; the devil does not lie in a lair of flames but in every secret that gnaws at your conscience, threatening to crawl out its grave for the world to see. The devil presents itself as a girl, lips curved in a mocking smile as she lays your darkest secrets on the table because she knows how expensive silence is. Whether complex or simple, whether justified or not, the reasons behind are trivial to her. He swallows dryly, a hand running down his features before settling below his chin in what appears to befrustration as he feigns a calm demeanor. “…How much?”

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“I’ll stay here now, because I have so much to do for you, because there’s so much I owe you, because I’m so thankful…                                       

                                           Let’s not grow apart.”

:･ﾟ✧ I realise that it wasn’t so long ago that I made my first follow forever. So some of you may be wondering why I’m doing something so similar once again. But I could really never do enough of these, could never do enough to thank you all and let you all know just what you mean to me. Christmas is a time for giving right? And since I can’t give you actual gifts like I want to, this will have to be enough, even if you’re all a little tired of me telling you all how amazing you are. A lot has changed in the short time since my first follow forever. University started once again and life got a whole lot busier. I was worried that that would mean the end of this muse. Turned out I was quite wrong. You guys have kept me smiling through all the stress of the first half of this year. I’ve never stayed with a muse for this long and Leo as a character has developed and changed so much, forming relationships that have altered him entirely. I’ve met some new friends who I’ve become so close to, and gotten to know the friends who have been here since the beginning so much better. It’s really been a safe haven for me. So this is a wishlist to say thank you for all that. Reading your writing, talking to you, simply seeing you on the dash, all of it has made the last few months wonderful. It may seem like small things, but it’s these things that make a terrible day turn bright in the last few hours, or give me little stories to mind write when I have too many worries in my head. I don’t know how I can ever thank you enough. I wish you all a beautiful Christmas and a bright new year, and I hope I get to know you for many more months to come!

Oh and just a warning… this is long ^^

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‘ he smites maids’ breasts with unknown - HEAT - ,                                  and bids the very gods leave heaven  AND                                                     dwell on earth in - BORROWED - forms. ’

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Whatever sort of stress had being weighing him down at the moment dissipates into soft laughter at her reaction. Truth be told, at the given moment he finds it rather endearing as not everyday he gets to be on the opposite end of of the scene. Embarrassment is blatant on her features whilst amusement is evident on his.

“You haven´t been sleeping well, have you? School, work, life itself?” All valid answers to him. He gives a small shrug before offering a smile. “I don´t mind it...but you might want to tell me your stop, wouldn´t want you to miss it.”

Words enter her mind, making the thread between reality and dream ever so thin. Thinner. It frays and eyes open. Vision is blurred and confusion is– oh! Looking up Jodie jerks back, fingers touch her mouth- no dribble, that’s good. 

“Oh!” she turns to face out the window, staring for a few moments as she figures out their location, before turning back to the other. “I’m sorry! I…” she doesn’t even know where to begin. She’s dying emotionally. Cause of death: embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

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                     … I am a Sauniére; (often mistaken as) the last descendant of Christ.                           Ironically, God himself has forsaken me the moment I breathed life.                                                      My families? they’re long gone.                                       I am alone with a heavy name and a heavy arms.                                   The { – - curse } that run in my veins is asphyxiating.                                                       Won’t you help me, mon-chér? 

                                                                   {  ▲▲▲▲ }

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"That was beautiful, kid."

Kill Your Darlings (2013 Movie): Sentence Starters // accepting

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Music voices what words may not fathom. Thesoliloquy of those who have fallen and those who never learned to let go. Themelody of an ever changing world that refuses to cease whether it be from the darkestpits to the brightest ends. The anthem of all that refuses to be reduced tomere syllables.  Regardless of how muchwe try, humankind will never be able to hold the universe in words. This onenever belonged to us anyway. 

Fingers pace from black to white keys, color bursting from the monochrome in a melody he may only define as ´home´. Another nocturne hushing the streets ofSeoul to sleep until he may feel a weight on his shoulder once his brother iscradled by slumber. And he plays, and plays, until there is nothing left toplay for. In that moment, he is alive. Heis under heaven´s light as the world falls to silence, listening to notes hehas dedicated to this one.  Listening tohim strip his soul in the most beautiful way possible. And he plays, and heplays, until there is nothing left. 

“That was beautiful, kid.” Fantasy always is.

Words pierce through the stillness he hadbuilt within those four walls. One that may only be compared to the peacefollowing catastrophe or the silence left after rapture, a relieving emptiness. But he yearns for what was there once. His gazeaverts from the piano, hands falling from its keys until they are resting backon his lap while he searches through the empty seats until it falls on a woman.Young, beautiful, she is spring herself serving as audience for winter´smelancholy.  

“It´sDebussy…Clair de Lune…” Monotony edges through his tone as solacecomes to an end, taking the last strands of a distant past with this one and leaving behind aforlorn silhouette of the man he used to be. Hollow, despondent, just flesh and bones heldtogether by a yesterday. “…Ah, how long have you been sitting there? I thoughtthe auditorium was closed at this time.”

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A year changes you a lot.

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Kill Your Darlings (2013 Movie): Sentence Starters

"Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever."

"They become part of who you are."

"That was beautiful, kid."

"Be careful, you are not in Wonderland."

"I've heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation but you fortunate in your ignorance."

"You who have suffered find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed."

"You wrote that?"

"You asked me to."

"Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken."

"But with death comes rebirth."

"And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet."

"First thought, best thought."

"I was a kid, and you dragged me into your perverted mess."

"How can you say that?"

"You know that's not true."

"I will never give up on us."

"You're pathetic."

"It's brilliant, no?"

"It's missing some periods and commas."

"It's better than anything you've ever written."

"I use periods and commas."

"Fuck you! You're a phony."

"You said I was everything to you. You are everything to me. Everything to me, do you hear me?"

"You got what you wanted."

You were ordinary, just like any other freshman and I made your life extraordinary."

"Go be you, now all by yourself."

"Leave me alone!"

"You don't mean... you don't mean that."

"Or they destroy you."

"You can't show this to anyone."

"You weren’t even there. It’s your truth. It’s fiction."

"Then tell the truth."

"You wanted him gone too. You sent him to me."

"Please. You'll kill me with that."

"You’ve got to get me out of here."

"Don’t ever leave me."

"Were you even going to tell me you applied?!"

"It was a dream anyway."

"Let's hear a bit, shall we?"

"Alert the press!"

"There can be no creation before imitation."

"Finally. An oasis in this wasteland."

"Only the most anti-social have to go to an event actually called one."

"You drink in your room?!"

"I love first times. I want my whole life to be composed of them. Life is only interesting if life is wide."

"To Walt Whitman, you dirty bastard."

"Are you a writer? Because I’ve got a job for a writer."

"You're not anything yet."

"He’s not home. He left."

"You make me too smart, they’re gonna suspect something’s up."

"There's more life in those five pages than in the dozens of bad sonnets we've read in class."

"I was wrong. Maybe you're not up for this after all."

"It's complicated."

"I love complicated."

"He is a goddamn fruit who won't let me go."

"Then let’s get rid of him."

"Right now, I just need you to write us something beautiful."

"The Germans call it the “wonder drug.”"

"You're not allowed to be here."

"That's odd since I'm the only thing keeping him here."

"What are you, moving in?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"If you’re going to stay, don’t hog the blanket."

"The damn cat!"

"Both of you! Quiet!"

"I was aiming for stew."

"What do you want me to do? Eat shoe leather? I'm hungry and what you do in the kitchen is unholy."

"You thought my novel was shit?"

"I’m not even sure why I bothered to come back."

"Fuck you. What does that even mean?!"

"I think I just puked on the inside."

"I'd be lost without you."

"I was going to die there."

"We’re going to say it was an “honor slaying”."

"Please don't leave me here."

"Let’s get out of the city. Anywhere you want. I’ve saved up."

"You needed him as much as he needed you."

"He'll be with you in a minute. Please, have a seat."

"How did you expect us to react to this?"

"It is smutty and absurd."

"But you finished it."

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