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You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via codenamemockingbird)
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low activity because of a new book series sucking me in, alongside this interesting show about vampires, witches and daemons.
just...bear with me. 
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we only speak to each other in war cries and love moans
e.e. (via eefrostpoetry)
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~Feyre Archeron, High Lady of the Night Court~
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feyre in modern times is just too cool for school
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@sacredslaycd​ | I still owed you one for hope
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“Why did that feel like goodbye?” 
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@wickedlehane​ | liked for something short and sweet
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“I never knew it could feel this good.”
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like for a starter
minimum oneliner, maximum one paragraph. 
bonus if you specify muse. 
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Emilia Clarke
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WHAT COLOR DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE
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warm burnt orange
Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.
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Daenerys Targaryen | Game of Thrones
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REBEKAH MIKAELSON APPRECIATION WEEK ↳ day 7: free choice (You don’t have to choose between fire and ice.)
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@sorcierchaton​ | cont’d by kate
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He was too adorable, So unlike the other wolves she’d gotten to know throughout her life. Most of them wanted to seem as strong and masculine as possible, asshole-ish too in a lot of cases, but Cillian...No, he was one of a kind. And even though he wasn’t part of the pack, there was just something about him that called to Kate. 
“So you ask a lot of friends to go on dates then?” she teased, expertly rolling her spaghetti around her fork as she watched him. Oh, if it was up to her, this was definitely a date, but she’d make him sweat for even suggesting this being a friend thing. “Or am I just lucky?” 
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cinematic parallels Blue Valentine (2010) // Gone Girl (2014)
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