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Bolshoi’s Giselle

Photo by Ekaterina Vladimirova

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I’m back? I guess??

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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

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           my life has been a war.            all i’ve seen is war.            that’s all i know.

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top 100 favorite female characters: #53. mary stuart (reign) “I will let no one take my country from me. Since I was a babe, I have been a queen. Since a child, I have been alone on foreign soil. I know how to keep my life, my crown, and I will.”

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“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”

— Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It

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“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”

— C.S. Lewis

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What didn’t kill me gave me an immense amount of trauma

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Like this if i can make a pinterest board for our muses; I might even make a spotify playlist.

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My semi-hiatus is over, I am finally free.

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This is a semi-hiatus (??) notice for the following two months. I am faced with multiple assignements and exams, so I will not be able to continue threads frequently, but I will try to produce at least one reply every two weeks. You will still be able to find me on dis.cord and my personal if you wish to; in fact, I welcome you all to be happy distractions.

Love you, xxx

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Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

— Haruki Murakami

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what do u look for in a boy

i look away

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perhiistoria‌

                    ❝𝐎𝐇?❞ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃. Surprise is soon followed by confusion as Niki spoke of his familiarity with jewellery and this specific ring. How does a conman know someone who works at court? Though she should not be so 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋                       she is a stranger in a foreign land and a Lady who ran from her duty.

❝Your mother’s? Are you certain? Well, if you are then you must take it!❞ They could never sell it, not if it truly had such a personal connection to one of them. ❝And if it is your mother’s, how did someone else get it?❞ Mary asked tentatively, not wanting to venture into anything that wasn’t her business, while also being naturally 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐘 and curious!

He knew he had almost given himself away, and sought to to find a lie plausble, yet easy to remember. “I am more than certain. It was the only thing my father could buy from him. Being in the military does not pay as well as one may think.” He could not possibly tell her, not now, not ever.

“She lost it, or we thought she did. I was but a small boy back then, but I remember it as clear as ever.” That was true, at least. They had searched everywhere, but no sign of the ring. His father had assumed she lost it on their stroll by the river the previous day. “Either she did, and someone found it, or it was stolen.”

He took her hand holding the ring in his, and curled her hand around the precious piece. “Keep it; I trust it with you more than with me,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. She would have wanted me to give it to you, his mind supplied treacherously, and he tried hard to banish the thought.

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