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you ran into the night from all you had (laura palmer, bastille)

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out of dreams ;

oooops. it seems i'm still alive.

who missed me?

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I made myself a promise                                                  You would never see me ＣＲＹ

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Send me a ❃

1st person gets a rose

2nd person gets a kiss on the cheek

3rd person gets to sleep in my bed

4th person gets a kiss on the lips

5th person gets a confession

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Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

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             『✣』The blue of her irises is the blue of water, accumulated tears of the oceans of the time she has lived — fear hides in the corner of her eyes, timid beast growing as she listens to his words. In her chest, the heart cries and it aches and it bleeds. In her throat, words await for a moment that will never come. Too old she is, too broken to hold his hand. Trembling fingers, open lips. The woman dares to face him, sapphire looking into the dark of the night that resides in his eyes. Images come to her, forgotten scenaries of songs that she would never sing. One sigh escapes her, tired and sad sound. The man stands in front of her, warm breath so close of her skin! He was never so distant, he was never so unreachable. For three times she shakes her head, black braids dancing around her face.

             — Coward?, she asks. The word weighs upon her tongue, a blade of ice that she throws at him. The laugh that follows her question is bitter, broken and silent thing. Fingers move, a soft kiss of their tips against his flesh. Feminine hand falls to her side, one simple gesture. "I am not more coward than you or any other, for I am made of flesh and blood as you are." The woman tries to smile, but the laugh is not in her eyes. Blue, blue like water. Grey, grey like rain. "I love you, άνεμος, and I have no reason to fear my feelings for you. But I cannot become your queen."

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You find my muse, wounded and covered in blood. What would you do?

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My muse has just been crowned a prince/princess, how does your muse respond?

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ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT) TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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out of dreams ;

why not an old picture? it's munday, isn't it?

have my face. have my fat face.

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{ leaves my url here before launching self into outer space }

arielshepard (aka: that girl that follows me since forever and never had a thread with me)

          If you ask me, I’d never remember how I’ve met her blog. I’ve never played Mass Effect in my life. I don’t usually follows people from fandoms that I don’t know, but I had to. This person is fantastic. The style in which she roleplay? Brilliant. I always read her threads from a distance and it’s beautiful. Listen to me, because one day I shall be as awesome as she is. And it’s kinda funny, because we don’t talk that much and I have her on Skype and we talk from time to time and then, boom, no more words between us, but I feel that we’re friends and super bros and I always keep one eye on her to know if everything is alright. I admire this girl and I wish WE COULD HAVE A FUCKING THREAD. Believe me, I’m trying to plot with this girl since… always. But she’s too cool for me, y’know. Love you, Ari. You’re a baby and I’ll always follow you. 

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dropkicks mine into your ask aw ye.

singlasses(aka: the little shit that won't answer me on skype )

                         The thing here is that Diya always comes to these memes and I keep staring at this Wesker icon of hers, thinking if she will ever get tired of my endless love for her.

          Most people have a very wrong image of this girl — they don’t know her and they listen to those stupid group of childish roleplayers that are envious of her writing, sass and fabulous hair. Diya is sweet. She’s like a cupcake with anime eyes and a nice taste for men. She have always been gentle to me and super cool and if I could, I’d roleplay with her using all my muses. I admire her, not only for her talents, but because she’s strong and mature and a badass. I don’t know if she actually has any idea of how much I like her, of how much I care about her and honestly? It’s okay. I’ll always be here for her, because she’s my friend and stuff. She made like zombies, man, that’s something. I don’t know what to talk, seriously, but… follow her. Know her. Don’t let what people say influence your opinion. I’m tired of this.

          Diya, sweetie, listen to me.

                              You’re a star.

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Anonymously send me a url, and I'll tell you what I think of them!

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Christine Feehan, Mind Game