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i've been to paradise but i've never been to me

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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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i be like “i’m fine” then shake my leg 138mph

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↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

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this excerpt means everything to me you don’t understand

from The Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano, 2008

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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi; Reading Lolita in Tehran

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i turned around, there was nothing there yeah, i guess the end is here

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☝ first coffee

Time for firsts! Send ☝ + an action or activity for my muse to talk about their first time trying it

“Oh, stars above...” he mutters, grinning. “You know-- that was surprisingly not one of the worst things I’d ever put in my mouth-- but it was close. Coincidentally, also the first!” a dark brow raises, “And I’ve got to say... it...” his nose crinkles, “... it didn’t leave a great impression.” When he’d landed on earth and finally gotten rid of his rather nasty case of mal de débarquement, once he had the chance to consume anything... coffee and a donut had been his first choice. He’d wandered in from the cold of the evening into a little diner, down a dirt road. Quaint little place. The donut was fine of course... Who doesn’t like sprinkles and cream? But the coffee. “I don’t know if it was because I at the time, had the palette of a newborn calf or if it was just the pot of coffee itself, but even with sugar and cream, it still came out of my mouth as quickly as it had gone in.” Ah yes, the classic ‘takes a sip, spits it back out immediately’ shtick... funny in television, not so much in real life. Especially when there was a visibly uncomfortable waitress watching the coffee she’d just served return into its mug. “I got used to it eventually.” And with that, he laughs, remembering it now... almost fondly.

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[ cover ] for Miles to cover Nestor with a blanket or a jacket

ACTIONS(?)   ( with @bouquetofasphcdels )

There is a moment of true fear that strikes his heart. And it shows, in how his body does not leap outward, but rather turns inward; muscles tensing near painfully for a split second. In-- how he does not inhale sharply, but exhales quietly in a quick, short huff. It’s a silent terror, just as the dreams had been, looming over the horizon in wait of him to reach them. He’d not reached a sleep state yet; only lightly dozing. Tired for once (a rarity in itself), and in desperate need of... resting his head on his desk, at the very least. Dark eyes flicker up and over at Miles, a moment of confusion flashing over his features as he regains his bearings-- and his composure-- and gently, quietly sweeps the memories dreams back where they belong. Where he cannot see them when he is awake...and busied. A hand raises in apology and he smiles groggily, head dipping down in a thankful nod. “Sorry...” he starts,  “I.. I must have dozed off...” he chuckles, eyes momentarily flickering to his desk to make sure he hadn’t laid on anything. He hadn’t. There would be no lines from any stray pens  or devices on his face, thankfully. He lightly shakes his head, a finger rubbing under his eye, and he tugs the blanket over his shoulders further, as if reaching for the comfort of it after such a startle. “Thank you.”

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Time for firsts! Send ☝ + an action or activity for my muse to talk about their first time trying it

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what's peculiar about your soul?

Your soul is... Warm

It draws those nearby closer to it, like a pleasantly crackling fireplace... It leaves some enamoured, others delighted, but everyone leaves having been uplifted by its momentary presence in their lives. They speak of you for days to come- of the way you've changed them... You can not figure out what to make of that... Of the fact that, even in death, others are still placated- enlightened- by your very presence...

tagged by: @bouquetofasphcdels ( ty <3 !!) tagging: @conquistadoradelmar​, @detectiveconnor​, @amongstmortals​ (@ ara or hector!), @soulmissed​

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“…the thing with feathers…”

Danusha Lameris, “Insha ’Allah” // Vampire Diaries, s8e1 // Richard Siken, “Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper” // Voltaire, Candide // Franz Wright “Voice” // Anna Akhmatova, quoted by Lydia Chukovskaya, “The Akhmatova Journals” // quote by Morgan Nikola-Wren, art by @griefmother on IG // Franz Wright, “Night Walk” // John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed // Emily Dickinson, “Hope”

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“Just in case no one has told you lately: you are free to start over.” Morgan Harper Nichols

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this ask polly comment..

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"they say lavender softens anxiety / and i wonder whether i can plant a garden / so dense in your mind / that the knots in your chest unravel/ and never tighten again."

- jasmine kaur, from when you ask me where i'm going