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INTERACTION CALL from little giry !! feel free to like if you want a starter or something :)

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collection of prompts  /  starter sentences  /  what have you taken from private  /  unpublished works of poetry written by the blog moderator .  feel free to change things  (  such as pronouns  )  as needed !

“ i finally recognize my own reflection ” “ these clothes cling to my body like cobwebs ” “ you left your body somewhere far behind ” “ you know it works every time  ,  half the time  ,  when you get lucky ” “ get the hell away from me ” “ the taste is regret ” “ you never learned to say you’re hurting without forcing someone to hurt with you ” “ you have the audacity to act surprised when your bridges burn ” “ you’re too old to still need a nightlight ” “ still scared of the dark ? ” “ you know them  ,  or you don’t ” “ it doesn’t matter because they’re dead ” “ you’ll join them one way or another ” “ here’s how to relax your muscles ” “ i don’t bother telling anyone the results anymore ” “ they don’t bother asking ” “ i think someone switched the contents ” “ you spend so much time considering what it must be like to be someone else that you forgot to consider what it must be like to be someone at all ” “ i don’t know what to say ” “ you are either a fool or a genius or maybe both ” “ for once i feel like maybe i’m not letting anybody down ” “ he doesn’t believe you ” “ i can’t tell if there’s something wrong or normal with me ” “ the empty container of cup noodles digging into my side is almost pleasant ” “ let them take your place ” “ you are not a king nor were you ever one ” “ i am ready to go home ” “ your mother wept the first time she held you in her arms ” “ you are a miracle ” “ you are something damned ” “ there are not enough apologies in this world to make up for your closed casket funeral ” “ gods will always know the difference ” “ i want to ask my father if he was afraid ” “ maybe never getting to say goodbye is the closest you’re allowed to get to a blessing ” “ the gods will never know the sound of my forgiveness ” “ i just woke up here one morning ” “ i don’t know how to tell you i don’t know where she is ” “ there’s someone here who misses her ” “ i should just be able to bottle up my pain ” “ i feel as though i’m just here to disappoint ” “ if you look closely you can see the snakes shifting beneath the dirt ”

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whispers: i wanna go back to rping little giry.

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Meg Giry: [about Christine] Don't worry. She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her diary.

Raoul de Chagny: She thinks it's fancy?

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MEG LETS SNEAK INTO CARLOTTA'S DRESSING ROOM AND TRY ALL HER STUFF ON

ALRIGHT, LETS GO ! WE’LL SCARE HER OFF PLAYING PHANTOM SO BE SURE TO BRING ERIK’S FLAPPY CAPE AND LETS DO THIS

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whispers: i miss meg... i wanna come back

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i’ve been neglecting this blog as of late, but mostly because i’ve been on vacation. thankfully i am finally back home and ready to start things up again on this blog <3

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“I think people forget that sometimes the person who tries to fix everyone needs fixing too”

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mypetrsburg:

WHAT did he know ? pulled from his world. the snow & the hardships. the empty stomach & bruises from angry shopkeepers. all vanished. maybe russia was the land of yesterday. & what was left ? the city of love. the vitality of art. 

he may look like a parisian now, with the tailored suit well fit to thin form & the finery of the opera house. but had he really changed ? same con, just a different scene. 

“ not too bad for a french girl .” 

what did he know ? hardly the frequenter of the theaters of his homeland. never the holder of an invite to the ballet, the praise of his heritage. dmitry smiled. a touch of a genuine one. “ i’m kidding, definitely gave any one of those балерин a run for her money .”

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FOREIGN ACCENT EMERGES FROM HIS LIPS ; amusement etch upon this playful banter of exchanged. movements subtle, yet a smile flourishes within docile lips. her expression beaming in sheer delight, for despite having second thoughts of her preformances, she found relief within distraction. gentle eyes rolls once more in response, her head shaking idle —— no doubt finding the other rather odd and entertaining. ❝ merci beacoup, monsieur. ❞ words of gratitude nevertheless excells amidst her polite remarks. of course, meg has yet to truly determined whether or not he was simply just teasing her towards the matter. 

she blinks and a vague reaction reflexs within her complexion ; head tilted, and she cannot help but question the strange proverb that escapes the young man’s lips. ❝ i’m sorry...  балерин ?? ❞ she cannot help but question in response. the foriegn word leaving a rather peculiar taste on the tip of her tongue. a ballet rat, indeed, her world revolves solely within the heart of the opera house  —— slightly ignorant and unaware with everything else.  ❝ but in any case, i am very glad to hear that. of course, i do hope you continue to enjoy everything that paris have to offer.  ❞

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lanterndreams:

Rapunzel didn’t think she would ever get to see an opera (she also hadn’t believed that she would step foot in France either, yet here she was !), never mind one that was so incredibly acclaimed in the biggest opera house in the country. The opera itself was wonderful, full of emotion and humor and music that struck straight to the heart. All in all, it was a night to remember for Rapunzel (all thanks to her father, an early birthday gift and trip to Paris). 

While her and her father’s presence was known (and talked about upon arrival), Rapunzel found herself separated from her father at the end of the show; the crowds having poured out into the foyer of the opera house and onto the streets of Paris. Many paid her little attention, and admittedly, she reveled in the sense of ANONYMITY. The young princess moved into what must have been a service hallway, deciding on waiting out the crowd before trying to find the king. 

She pressed against the wall, paying little attention to the scene behind her until movement had caught her ears. Rapunzel turned, catching sight of one of the performers from the show. Instinctively, the blonde took a step forward a smile on her delicate features.

“Oh, hello there!” She realizes her approach would be of disapproval for her father (royalty always had to be stiff and proper) and consciously presses her lips together. “Um, I just wanted to say that you are a lovely dancer. This was probably one of the best nights of my life.” 

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FIERCE SOLILOQUY RESONATES WITHIN THE YOUNG DANCER ; movements ever elegant, she rises across the stage like the sun in morn —— ( radiant like an enigma, she represented the dawn amidst the darkest night ). gentle, yet undeniably passionate, meg thrives in her fleeting moment on stage. limbs laced together like a marionette with strings, she becomes drunk from the glamour of music and merry ambiance. heart dancing in ecstasy, the ballerina swoons from within the silhouette of the glistening light. all those long hours in rehearsals were NOTHING compared to this transient instances. 

             even if it was only a passing glance, she can feel the masses eyes on her !!

it was overwhelming —— it was intoxicating. yet rose tinted brims can only settle with a porcelain grin while her gentle frame played her role to the best of her abilities. ( rumor has it, a foreign royal family was to attend tonight’s showing ), and opera populaire promises nothing but the best for their entertainment. it was certainly exhilarating to say the least, of course, for meg —— there was a blurred reality between themselves, the actors, and those who watches them. the musical ends, and the curtains come falling. the sound of thunderous applause echos throughout the corridor and a sigh of relief etch themselves on her complexion.

they did it... it was a success !! the rest of the corps de ballet congratulates one another with such strife —— and even her mother, the ballet instructor, offered little criticism to their group performances. laughter relieves all tense nerves, and before long, the curious little giry finds herself venturing away from the others. ( she was nervous ), she truly must profess. even now, her heart was pounding from all that adrenaline. it was truly not her first performance, but it was the first time she was given a role much more distinguished than usual. even if it was a minor character, it was still a glorious achievement. sensing the uproar of journalist in the front of the opera, curiosity soon ventures within her gaze. head tilts and lips gaping softly as she peers from behind the corridor.

❝ h-hello !! ❞ a polite greeting quickly echos onto the tip of her lips. posture immediately straightening as a growing excitement flourishes onto her complexion. aside from the other corp members and a couple of stage producers, no one has ever complimented her like this before !! she was at a lost for words, and yet she was thrilled by the inviting nature of this young woman. ❝ you are far too kind mademoiselle. thank you for the compliment, i am pleased to hear that you enjoyed yourself, tonight !!  ❞

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Yesterday, I went on a diet… Thank God that’s over.

Renoirs (via renoirs)

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Who can remember pain once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via books-n-quotes)

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No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

Aesop, The Lion and the Mouse (via philosophyquotes)

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strength is carrying a burden and not letting anyone know how heavy it is.

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