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“ still I DRINK so much in my sleep, I can’t sleep-walk a STRAIGHT LINE to the guest room, where COLLAPSE hangs so heavy inside her lungs. She speaks, and her voice TRIPS across her HEARTBEAT, each word LIMPS into the air. “WE ARE GONE” she says, and I am no mortician. I have no idea how to put makeup on the DEAD; I have no idea how to UN-ERASE, so I just puddle at the door, my face looking like a deck of FALLING CARDS, like everything’s been playing me. ”

independent multi-muse acct. ft. muses from hamilton, wicked, school of rock, and more to be added.

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“ still I DRINK so much in my sleep, I can’t sleep-walk a STRAIGHT LINE to the guest room, where COLLAPSE hangs so heavy inside her lungs. She speaks, and her voice TRIPS across her HEARTBEAT, each word LIMPS into the air. “WE ARE GONE” she says, and I am no mortician. I have no idea how to put makeup on the DEAD; I have no idea how to UN-ERASE, so I just puddle at the door, my face looking like a deck of FALLING CARDS, like everything’s been playing me. ”

independent multi-muse acct. ft. muses from hamilton, wicked, school of rock, and more to be added.

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       --- { i will be moving over to @mutedgods relatively soon. this means that most, if not all, threads will be ended, and all activity will be moved over there. SO, if you don’t see me around on here, I’ll be over there, instead. )

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     --- { everyone should listen to this piece and cry over alexander with me }

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       as her fingers carefully ran through the ringers of theodosia’s thick hair, she smiled to herself, looking over at aaron.          ❛ aaron, are you WATCHING? now that your wife is well  .  .  . ❜          she sighed to herself, turning back to look at the braid that she was doing.          ❛ you need to start learning how to do her HAIR. she has the same hair as my daughter angelica, so this is EASY for me to do. ❜          the braid was done perfectly, and she smiled to herself looking over at aaron. she was good friends with his wife, so when she passed, she knew that she had to help him.          ❛ how are you holding up? ❜

      --- he had only been paying attention PARTIALLY, thoughts floating elsewhere --- to a world darkened by LOSS, burdened by the death of LOVE and the sudden emptiness of a heart once OVERFLOWING with admiration --- but he must focus back to reality now. he must pay attention, for if his daughter is to have a healthy, prosperous existence here, he must assist this progression in any way necessary. that means, of course, helping with the MUNDANE, the thoughtless, the typically FEMININE attributes of the child’s life.

       “ i will survive,” he remarks, as though his well-being or happiness therein has already fully dissipated; what GOOD was he to this world now ? yes, providing a surviving patriarchal lineage would prove to be BENEFICIAL to this small one, but what else did he have to show for it ? he released a soft sigh. “ ...if you wouldn’t mind, could you RE-DO that for me ? I wasn’t PAYING ATTENTION. “

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[ Graphic: @zidlijan ]

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` uh huh…uh huh…yeah. yeah, that’s cool. ` pete just nods, like he was actually listening to the other. which, he wasn’t. after a short pause, he’d shake his head and offer a shrug, saying, ` no idea what you just said, dude. `

      --- It was an OLD and EXHAUSTED habit of his --- falling victim to endless ramblings, paragraphs upon paragraphs of analysis, observations, hypothesis regarding every subject he has ever received even the SLIGHTEST of education in --- and it is only when the other man admits to NOT UNDERSTANDING that he falls quiet, cheeks flushing, words swallowed back DOWN.

       “Sorry,” he confesses, somewhat EMBARRASSED at his own behavior. “ ...guess I just got a little CARRIED AWAY. “

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       “and yet i find them so ENTERTAINING.” features scrunch into the pained wince that so often follows acknowledge of how america L E F T, the country fleeing from england’s grasp, taking flesh and blood and bone with it. her fingers brush over her palm, still tender below her grasp, as if the graveyards had been embedded into her hands, DEATH a part of her very form. “it is barely independence when your country is so deeply divided ; your mistakes will resound within you soon enough.”

       --- The TRUTH of her statement ECHOES within him, reminders of the SCATTERED PIECES of a country he now calls HOME; it is a terrible fact of life, that of separation and DISTANCE, and yet he still holds some semblance of PRIDE in his newfound freedom. what good did obeying a country across the sea do for the people who lived in, what could easily be named, a vastly DIFFERENT world ?

       “ --- and yet we are still SEPARATED from your grasp,” he clarifies, leaving no gap for her to argue the point; no matter the logic she applied to it, this point still stood strong. “ ...I CANNOT apologize for this; we are a country DIVIDED yes, but the differences will dissipate soon, I ASSURE you.”

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“ h-hey.. hey oh god, – please you have to call my parents, I’m dyin’.. I dunno, shit,– it HURTS, it’s still in…”  

He felt like he was caught in the eye of a storm, people circled around him like ants & Philip desperately tried to catch attention, for someone to please, PLEASE use his phone and tell his parents, – call 911 because he was quite certain he was going to die here.

      --- the first response is FLIGHT; oh god, he cannot BE HERE, finding himself stuck in the middle of a quarrel he has no hand in. but an INSTINCT kicks in before his feet find the chance to flee, and before he’s even aware of such a moment, he is standing at the kid’s side, eyes wide and FEAR sinking in ( what if he messes this up, what if this kid DIES because of HIS lack of motivation, HIS misguided assistance ? ).

          “ --- hey, dude...you’re gonna BE OKAY, I just gotta --- fuck,” and he is then fumbling for his own phone, pulling it out and trying to still maintain conversation with this stranger ( so as to keep the boy AWAKE, to keep him responsive and ALIVE --- ). “...it’ll be okay, you’re gonna be fine. don’t, uh..shit, .just STAY STILL, alright ?”

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Tagged by: @sapphiclcvers !! Rules: tag 9 people you would like to know better. Tagging: bro do it if u wanna idk

1. WHAT’S YOUR NAME? juliette 2. HOW OLD ARE YOU?  20 3. CURRENT JOB? i work at a knock off party city, where prices are extreme and hours are plentiful 4. DREAM JOB?  elementary school music teacher !! 5. WHAT ARE YOU TALENTED AT? writing??? i hope, and i play piano a lot 6. WHAT IS A BIG GOAL YOU ARE WORKING TOWARDS/HAVE ALREADY ACHIEVED? having the funds and credibility to both live independently and to go back to school and continue my studies  7. WHAT’S YOUR AESTHETIC? flannel, hot chocolate, dogs that think they’re puppies despite being massive 8. DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? i have a lot of scarves but that’s rly an aesthetic thing more than anything 9. WHAT IS A TOPIC YOU ALWAYS BRING UP IN CONVERSATION? musicals smfh @ me 10. WHAT’S A PET PEEVE OF YOURS? people who leave doors open/lights on when they leave a room 11. GOOD ADVICE TO GIVE? dude just live your life, screw hate and toxic behavior and abuse, just live your life how you want to and you’ll be happy, i promise 12. RECOMMEND THREE SONGS OR MORE: umm right now i’m really feeling “sleeping with the one I love” by fantasia, “day old hate” by city and colour, and “night time” by daveed diggs !!

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hello if you’re a roleplayer and 18+, please do me a favor and reblog this.

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Alexander: What's the most messed up game of Truth or Dare you've ever played?

Burr: I was first up, and they dared me to leave and go home.

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❝ you were sweet to see me home. ❞ @burr!

you can make yourself love anybody || accepting

       — “ it is what FRIENDS do for each other, “ he remarks, as if their CLOSENESS was merely platonic ( as if these sparks that IGNITE upon the slightest of touches couldn’t light an entire NATION AFLAME ). a smile lingers as they approach the infamous hamilton home — or, perhaps a more fitting title was ‘ the SCHUYLER home ‘. the difference was minimal, though aaron resented BOTH all the same. he glances to his company as they stop in front of the residence, heart beat RISING by the millisecond, and he prays to the almighty up above that it will remain PRISONER within his chest ( that its escape will be POSTPONED for a later date — he would rather not bleed himself dry in front of this man’s WIFE, his CHILDREN ).

              “ …knowing your reputation, it would be of no surprise to me if someone were to try to end your career SOONER rather than later, “ he continues, giving REASON for his accompaniment. “ … I only wanted to see to it that you returned home safely.”

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BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S NOVELLA                                     sentence starters

❝ i am always drawn back to places where i have lived. ❞ ❝ what do you make of  that? ❞ ❝ it’s just i didn’t know you’d been in love with her. not like that. ❞ ❝ you can love somebody without it being like that. ❞ ❝ oh, darling, i am sorry. ❞ ❝ oh. don’t be angry. ❞ ❝ you were sweet to see me home. ❞ ❝ i’ve got the most terrifying man downstairs. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry if i frightened you. ❞ ❝ i’ll never get used to anything. anybody that does. they might as well be dead. ❞ ❝ i’ve got to stay awake, there isn’t time to sleep. ❞ ❝ you think i’m lying? ❞ ❝ i’ve taken care of myself a long time. ❞ ❝ oh, for god’s sake, i hate snoops! ❞ ❝ she believes all this crap she believes. you can’t talk her out of it. ❞ ❝ i’m in new york because i’ve never been to new york! ❞ ❝ the mean reds are horrible. you’re afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re afraid of. except something bad is going to happen, only you don’t know what it is. you’ve had that feeling? ❞ ❝ i told you. you can make yourself love anybody. ❞ ❝ i’m a warmhearted person. it’s the basis of my character. ❞ ❝ everybody has to feel superior to somebody. ❞ ❝ you will be sorry, if you hit me. you wanted to a minute ago: i could feel it in your hand; and you want to now. ❞ ❝ it should take you four seconds to walk from here to the door. i’ll give you two! ❞ ❝ do you believe what i’m saying? ❞ ❝ everything hurts. ❞ ❝ does that make me a whore? ❞ ❝ i don’t think anyone will miss me. ❞ ❝ please feed the cat! ❞ ❝ a girl doesn’t read this sort of thing without her lipstick. ❞ ❝ it’s none of my business. except you’re my friend, and i’m worried. ❞ ❝ you are a bitch. ❞ ❝ i’m very scared. ❞

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Kiss him. Kiss him as if he were Troy and you were born for war.

burning cities to taste ashes | p.d (via lostcap)

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        --- { adding more tags for this boy. }

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               “you’re a rumoured boy ; do you not hear the whispers around you? waves have carried them to me, splashed them across my shores, dirtied my beaches in their salts. tell me of the hatred in your soul.” her head dips, chin falling closer to her chest, the air of being out of the KNOW striking her in the chest. the divide between their countries had left her reliant on whispers, on faded rumors.

         --- “ rumors are SPECULATION I choose NOT to entertain, “ he starts, LYING from the moment this interaction began; it is how he lives his life, after all, playing his cards however necessary in order to WIN ( DECEPTIVE, and yet blatantly OPINIONATED --- unlike others, though he mustn’t distract himself from the woman standing before him now, lest he get side-tracked and find himself on a tangent of the morals, or LACK THEREOF, of his political opponents ). “ ...but my distaste is not in vain; my efforts have proven BENEFICIAL to my country’s INDEPENDENCE. “