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Won’t      you      lay      hands     on      me      /      mirror      my     MELODY      /      transfer      my     tragedy   ?      /      got     a      CURSE      I     cannot      lift     /      shines      when     the      SUNSET      shifts      /      when      the     MOON      is      round     and      full   …

INDEPENDENT      /     HIGHLY-SELECTIVE      /      PRIVATE      /      LORE      &     CANON      DIVERGENT      –     GINGER      FITZGERALD      FROM     THE      GINGER      SNAPS      MOVIE      FRANCHISE      /      PORTRAYED      BY     EMILIE      SINCE      2015     –      REBOOTED      2018.      © 

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ppl who expect oc accounts to be meek and humble about their status as oc’s and to bow to canons like… darling, i built this from the ground up with no help. i made this with my own hands. this is my baby i brought into this world.

fuck meek and humble. HERE ARE MY CHILDREN, AND THEY ARE GREAT.

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Big God - Florence + The Machine

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Send a “❤” if you wish to rp with our characters. Send a “❤❤” if you wish to plot with our characters. Send a “❤❤❤” if you wish to ship with our characters.

Send a “❤❤❤ ❤❤ ❤” if you wish to do all of the above.  

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“You lick your lips, you taste like years of being alone.”

— Warsan Shire  (via shrewdshrew)

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In too Deep. 

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I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father.

Guilty (via justanotherrpmusing)

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‘ i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies ’

☩ •☽ ― ﹕POETRY   SENTENCE   PROMPTS/STARTERS   —————   MEME/ACCEPTING.

CURIOUS   WHISPERS   PLEADS   FOR   RECOGNITION   THE   COSMOS   ENDLESS  creating   innumerable   Milky   Way’s,   nebulas   alongside   the  STARS  seemingly   handpicked   and   placed   with   intelligent   precision.   Notions   like   these   RATTLED  essentially   inward   the   tortured   cerebrum;   mere   mentioning   of   galaxies   left   intriguing   thoughts   in   its   wake   always   would   it   leave   Amity-Lee   tossing   and   turning   at   night  PLAGUED   by   existential   dread.

—————   ❝  Life   pulls   and   weaves   INTRICATE   details   into   the   things   we   cannot   even  BEGIN  to   comprehend;   the   infinite   terrifies   me   as   it   is   so   uncertain.  ❞   ANXIOUS   utterances   void   of   wonder   left   cobalt   hues   drifting   towards   the   heavens   in   frightened   reverence  (   Filled   to   the   top   with  FEAR,   but   it’s   all   just   a   bunch   of   matter.  )   ❝ I   require   FEELING   something   and   touching   something   to   know   its   real,   I   desperately   yearn   for   the   galaxies   to   have   some   significance,   some   meaning…   but   it   all   resembles  EMPTINESS,   and   a   shallow   grave   ready   to   be   filled   as   life   goes   on.  ❞   clad   shoulders   rotate  awkwardly    to   convey   EXHAUSTION,   never   truly   responding   to   the   other’s   statement   the   universe   and   limitless   questions   would   be   her   downfall.

@moonsworn

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sentence prompts ➝  poetry starters

‘  life— the thing that happens to us.  ’

‘  you owe no one your forgiveness.  ’

‘  how’s that for a happily ever after?  ’

‘  silence has always been my loudest scream.  ’

‘  when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me.  ’

‘  “no” is short for “fuck off.”  ’

‘  you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.  ’

‘  i bet you regret making an enemy out of me.  ’

‘  we cannot control what we remember  ’

‘  i don’t even believe in people.  ’

‘  it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are  ’

‘  i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.  ’

‘  whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. everything else is just noise.  ’

‘  i like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if  they were upturned from a glass.  ’

‘  resist much, obey little.  ’

‘  be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.  ’

‘  i am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill.  ’

‘  i deserved someone who was willing to stay  ’

‘  you’re everywhere except right here and it hurts  ’

‘  time doesn’t obey our commands  ’

‘  girls like her were born in a storm.  ’

‘  only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.  ’

‘  people aren’t born sad; we make them that way.  ’

‘  some people are born with tornados in their lives  ’

‘  there is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.  ’

‘  tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves—  ’

‘  some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.  ’

‘  these scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.  ’

‘  and you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ’

‘  but what could you possibly see in her?  ’

‘  everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me.  ’

‘  did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul?  ’

‘  you clutter my mind  ’

‘  i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies  ’

‘  i long for a life i have control of  ’

‘  and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams  ’

‘  don’t be afraid of getting hurt  ’

‘  you have to fight to be alright  ’

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Just pin me down and make out with me until I’ve lost all sense of time and direction — I want to feel your exploring hands as your lips press against mine… I need to be on the receiving end of your ache and hunger.

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“It’s haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again. My walls are closing in.”

— Linkin Park, Crawling (via music-and-quotes)

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PHOTOBLED.

☩   •☽   ―   ﹕STEFANO   VALENTINI   —————   CONTINUED.

his demeanor — yearns indifference && it swathes over already euphemistic expression.  pentirsi, amare.. as he is already envisioning her as an art piece. afterall — presentation was key — inspiration piqued the photographer. stigmata-like. death clinging to his idealism like a crown of thorns perched ‘pon his head. “ what you say is very true, “ he croons, cadence of his tonality a husk, words wreathed with the sway of a Florence diacritic.

 “ albeit with your blood, even work as already perfect as my own, will reach new standards in the eyes of the beholder, ” tensile of his fingers, clad in leather — marred with the inundation of ichor, twitch restlessly, impulsive to touch her flesh with malefic hands — to squeeze and splinter the bones of this body to give her a brand new one. “ yes, yes. perfezionare. blood and eyes. ”  

SANGUINE   ICHOR   FLOWS   RAPID   THROUGH   PROMINENT   LILAC   VEINS   heavy   lids   drifted   downwards   slowly,   DISBELIEF   of   the   audacity   and   threatening   nature   protruding   from   the   peculiar   male   clutching   DESPERATELY  for   a   mere   taste   of   ripped   flesh   and   marrow   pulverized   beneath   clothed   digits.  

  Shaken   words   aimlessly   darts   to   try   to   strike   some   chord   of   UNEASE,   never   to   betray   true   CONCERN  crawling   beneath   ethereal   epidermis   —————   ❝ You’re   unhinged,   deluded.   A   MADMAN   !  ❞   (  I   can't   ESCAPE  the   twisted   way   you   think   of   me. )  a   stroke   of   genius   was   not   needed   to   fathom   sickening   intentions   prepared   to   lay   in   wait,   a   venus   fly   trap   ready   to   LURE   a   naïve   fly   into   its   gaping   maw. 

  Frail   form   reels   backward,   thin   fingers   grasping   for   the   wall   behind   or   some   item   that   could   deter   such   a   psychopath   from   wrecking  HAVOC,   to   crush   her   soul   and   light   into   a   morbid   eternity.

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