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INDEFINITE HIATUS; find me @dvostiia.

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*actively hurting my own feelings* i honestly don’t understand why i feel bad

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“They don’t know your true advantage, when you live for someone you’re prepared to die.”

I’ve had alot of pearl feels left over from the last stevenbomb so i channeled  them all into this. I can only hope i’ll be able to survive the next one.

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“—we’re small and / flawed, but I want to be / who I am, going where / I’m going, all over again.”

— Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “The Problem With Travel”

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I took this picture of a rose in the park and the colors reminded me of a John William Waterhouse painting ♥

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(…) I feared more the death of others. I did not want to lose them, and I worried about them while they were alive. Sometimes, I think that I concerned myself so much with the possibility of their loss that I never truly took pleasure in the fact of their existence.

John Connolly, from The Book Of Lost Things (via adrasteiax)

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     “I don’t mean to be nosy but could you do that just one more time? I’ve never seen such a technique before…”                                                                                                                                ♡ @dansiere​

✩⋆ . TO BE IN THE CENTER OF [SHORT-LIVED] ADMIRATION / POSSESSING SKILLS NOT SEEN BY MANY; why yes, a certain kind of bafflement on other’s end was to be expected / ever one to resort to rather unorthodox techniques after all. Deem them a result of different abilities amassed over centuries; still a knight / dancer / fencer, first & foremost. Ah, but remember: variation had only been applied to work around physical insufficiencies; indeed, there was no point in denying that much. -- perhaps it made her a more efficient teacher in the end. 

     “Gladly!” tone rather jaunty; clearly animated by the very prospect / falling back into battle stance, procuring a simple steel sabre with a single flick of her wrist. “-- though I might need you to be a tad more specific.”

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its about time i drew her again 

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there’s nothing quite as black and white as you.

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“The day broke around me like a cool dream. Sea; sand; a sky that melts into the sea — a landscape of misty pastels with a look about it being continuously on the point of melting.”

— Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber in “The Bloody Chamber And Other Stories”

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underrated intimacy: putting your foreheads together

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.Sapphire

❛ It’s only natural to worry about her, Pearl. That’s apart of loving someone, I’ve learned. Just as she worries about you and if you’ll make it through the next battle. Sometimes, it’s better to simply look towards life after all of this. Give yourself something to look forward to, something else to fight for.❜

✩⋆ . “you sound just like her.” cue a pause – ‘twas a statement briskly made / perhaps a tad too impulsive; tone haunted by some involuntary tremble. -- yet again rueful, almost / merely intoned to clandestinely apologize for her outburst / this impromptu sincerity she ought to usually suppress. Oh say, why wouldn't you dream of a bright future lying ahead instead? Remember what dearest Rose once said: (y)ours to grasp if you would only stop worrying [if you would only stop sacrificing yourself! EASIER SAID THAN DONE]. 

     “I know exactly what to look forward to but you -- you can’t possibly get what it means to...” trailing off, half-lidded stare cast aside. “-- Ruby would understand.”