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so there’s some weird stuff going on w/ logging into this blog and i have to like, reset my password every time i want in, so i’m just going to move angelika.    again

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I have devoured Persephone, the pomegranates, and death myself. Stolen the myth and carved it open for myself. Ripped it and twisted it and spit it back out until the only thing left is a story about a girl-goddess, and myself. Maybe I’m being too selfish; maybe I’m being too vain. Maybe the myth doesn’t belong to me, maybe Persephone had nothing to do with a girl from a nuclear world about to split in two. I taste pomegranates sweeter than she did; I taste death sweeter than she did. But still, I eat the myth and let it pour down my lungs, crawl inside my stomach, linger in my bones. The taste of Persephone in my mouth, the powerless to empowered, the morals disintegrating upon my lips. Children respect what can eat them; I respect what I can eat. She belongs to me, now. She fell, she was pushed, she climbed down looking for adventure. She fell in love, she fell in faith, she fell in hate. She picked six seeds and shoved them down her throat, she was forced, she was starving. She had a choice, she had no choice, it doesn’t matter, everything matters. She is a story, a painting, a poem. I am real and human and breathing and she lives inside me because I want her to. Because I want to run my fingers into the ribs of her messed-up moralizing mockery of a tale and pull out the intestines and squeeze them until something real bleeds from them. This isn’t a poem about Persephone. She doesn’t exist, and I do, and I ate her. I ate her whole, till Demeter stopped screaming and Hades stopped scheming, and the only thing left is me, and the taste. Me and myself. She exists within me, however I want her to. This myth belongs to me. She chooses the pomegranates now, because I want her to. And so did I.

DECONSTRUCTING PERSEPHONE | M.J. PEARL (via fairytalesques)

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              ‘                     you  would  trade  your  life?  for  someone  like  us?  a  soulless  monster?        ’         //        INDEPENDENT  AND  PRIVATE  ARO  OF  THE  VOLTURI  COVEN.  EST.  AUGUST 2017.  LOVED  AND  ADORED  BY:  ERIN

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AURORA’S  ACTIONS  CONFUSED  HER.  her  words,  struck  a  pain  in  angelika’s  chest.            did  she  truly  believe  that  all  she  was  to  angelika  was  a  guard?  a  soldier?  ANGELIKA  NEVER  DESIRED  THAT  FROM  HER.  she  stared  at  her  as  she  walked,  before  lifting  the  hem  of  her  gown  and  trailing  behind  her,  bare  feet  smacking  against  the  stone  floor.  ‘       your  opinions  and  thoughts  matter  to  me  more  than  anyone.       ’     the  rest  of  the  world  may  have  been  against  angelika,  but  aurora  was  not.  she  was  the  person  angelika  relied  on  more  than  anyone.   ‘       i  did  not  turn  you  to  make  you  a  soldier  or  my  guard.  but  i  trust  no  one  more  with  my  life.             i  view  you  as  nothing  more  than  my  creation,  MY  CHILD.              please.  do  not  become  so  cold  to  me.     ’     her  hand  reached  out,  pulling  her  to  a  stop  as  she  lifted  her  free  hand  to  the  white  daisy  at  her  ear,  pulling  it  and  placing  in  the  curled  hair  of  the  other.      ‘        you  are  what  you  wish  to  be.  but  i  will never  view  you  as  anything  else  but  my  daughter,  MY  CREATION,  my  closest  companion.       ’            @divinitystained  !!

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angie @ vlad:  stop  trying  to take  my  throne  away  u  dick

angie @ vlad and aurora:   ┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴

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angie @ vlad and aurora:   ┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴

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poemsforpersephone:

GIRL WALKS into the ocean / head held high / gaze focused on the stars / girl drowns / GIRL DROWNS  IN THE SURF the headlines read / they forget to mention how she walked on water first / how when she sank it was because she let herself fall / saltwater laugh bubbling.

GIRL WALKS into oncoming traffic / feet tripping along the cobblestones / toes finding the grooves in the road / girl breaks / GIRL BREAKS BECAUSE A CAR COULDN’T the headlines read / they do not talk of how the car never tried to stop and how the girl opened her arms at the last second / embracing steel.

GIRL WALKS into molten flames / entranced by the lava  glow / sulphur steam beckoning / entwining hands with igneous rock / girl burns / GIRL BURNS the headlines read but girl doesn’t just burn / girl ignites / girl with phoenix blood / girl with a broken body standing tall / girl with waterlogged lungs still aching.

GIRL WALKS / GIRL DROWNS / GIRL BREAKS / GIRL BURNS but girl does not die.

l.s. | GIRL SURVIVES © 2016 

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frayedhope:

‘ my mind never settles on one, so i completely undestand– is there a way i can help? you know i can make you calm if you’d like—’

‘        THOUGH  HELP  WOULD  BE  GREAT,  i  think  i’ll  be  okay.            for  once  i’m  feeling  something  other  than  s u f f e r i n g,  i  would  rather  feel  like  this  than  feel  anything  else.        ’

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WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP TRYING TO TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF?         ⸻         indie edward cullen from the twilight saga. book canon + divergent. sel, crossover & oc friendly. interpreted by cherry.

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‘        HIDING  IS  NOT  MY  INTENTION.  rather,  i  simply  am  feeling  to  many  at  once  to  really  allow  for  one  to  settle  in  place.        ’

‘ you do know i can feel your emotions right? there is no need trying to hide them or whatever it is you’re doing—-’ 

@conqueredqueen

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killedoptimist:

              Vultori  is  a  whispered  name  that  Melanie  had  gone  deaf  to  for  seven  decades,  until  she  had  stumbled  across  a  pair  with  plans  about  destruction  and  revenge.  It  left  her  with  dull  entertainment,  and  the  wonder  if  vampires  truly  were  a  greater  species  –––  or  if  they  were  no  better  than  the  humans  they  had  been  turned  from.  She  had  left  the  pair  only  hours  after  meeting  them,  but  their  words  had  left  a  lasting  impact.  It’s  strange  to  have  come  across  them  again,  only  this  time  with  a  third.

               ❝   Men  are  fragile,   ❞   she  whispered  with  a  soft  chuckle  coming  out  after.   ❝   But  they  fight  for  what  they  believe  in.  The  world  wars,  the  wars  before  that,  the  wars  since  that  –––  vampire  men,  even,  participated  in  them.  It’s  their  pride.   ❞

              ❝   You  know,  vikings  believed  it  was  great  honour  to  die  on  the  battlefield,  and  would  have  rather  died  for  something  they  believed  in,  than  dying  from  living.  Have  you  ever  wondered  if  perhaps  the  same  belief  plagues  your  husband?  Maybe  he  won’t  die  today,  maybe  not  tomorrow,  but  he  will  die.  We  all  die,  and  though  Odin  won’t  be  taking  any  of  us,  perhaps  dying  sounds  better  to  him  if  he  did  so  with  a  fight.  But  what  do  I  know?   ❞   She  often  expressed  herself  through  deep  breaths,  even  when  she  still  breathed,  so  her  chest  rose  in  a  heavy  sigh.   ❝   I’m  still  young.  I  hardly  understand  men  anymore  now,  than  I  did  when  I  was  human.   ❞

‘      THEY’RE  NOT  FRAGILE.      ’      anyone  would  be  consumed  with  the  lust  for  revenge  that  her  companions  had  in  their  hearts  if  they  had  lived  through  the  hell  that  the  romanians  had.  THEIR  ENTIRE  FAMILY,  RIPPED  APART  AND  BURNED,  thrones  stolen,  centuries  of  work  made  out  to  be  nothing.  angelika  never  thought  any  less  of  them  for  those  thoughts             she  wanted  revenge  too.  just  not  the  same  way  they  did.  

‘       we  all  will  die,  yes.  maybe  we  are  damned  to  hell,  maybe  there  is  a  special  place  for  vampires  to  go            but  i  would  rather  live  another  four  thousand  years  and  watch  the  ENTIRE  WORLD  turn  their  backs  on  the  volturi.  i  want  to  watch  that  power  be  ripped  from  aro’s  slimy,  greedy  hands.            even  if  that  means  i  will  not  be  the  one  to  take  it  from  him.       ’

‘       you’ll  learn  in  time.  they’re  just  as  stubborn  and  idiotic  as  mortal  men,  maybe  even  more.             but  they  have  much  more  passion  in  this  life.     ’      they  always  wish  to  see  everything  through  to  the  end.  the  world  would  constantly  question  their  decisions,  their  judgments.  but  if  anyone  was  going  to  accomplish  anything,  it  was  going  to  be  them.

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PALE  FINGERS  WOVE  BRONZE  HAIR  TOGETHER,  red  eyes  glancing  up  as  the  child  spoke  of  her  c u r i o u s i t i e s.            it  was  something  she  always  admired  about  children,  they  spoke  their  minds,  innocence  radiated  from  them.  THEY  HAD  YET  TO  BE  HARDENED  BY  THE  WORLD,  as  so  many  had  before  them.     ‘      those  men,  myself  included,  ruled  before  the  ones  called  the  volturi  overthrew  us.            though  i  respect  your  parents  wishes  to  keep  you  from  them,  (  they  have  been  known  to  be  rather,  well  BLUNT  with  no  filters  )  they  are  essentially  harmless.      ’     they  knew  better  then  to  ever  cause  harm  to  a  child  in  angelika’s  presence           her  protectiveness  of  the  girl  would  grow  in  time.  for  renesmee  was  unique,  one  of  a  kind.            something  worth  protecting.

                                       ❛   WILL  YOU  TELL  ME  ABOUT  THEM  ?   ❜   brown  eyes  are  wide  ,  feet  danging  off  the  others’  lap  as  she  kicks  them  back  and  forth  softly  ,  curiousity  etched  into  young  features  .   ❛   nobody  else  will  but  i  want  to  know  .  who  are  they  ?   ❜    /    @conqueredqueen

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olympicmartyr:

          ❛ They  must  listen ⸻ not only no laws have been broken but her mere existence… it’s a  BREAKTHROUGH for our kind.  Your presence here is  PROOF, and for that  I  thank  you. ❜         There was a long   SILENT  smile  in  Edward’s face,  the gesture enough of a tacit response.    Out of all existing words only a little few were good enough to even attempt to describe HIS CHILD,   extraordinary was one of them.   Looking at the little girl,   BLOOD OF HIS BLOOD ⸻ same hair,  same face,  same expressions,  Edward knew there was NO other option but face the Volturi.  His thoughts focused on something more pleasant to think about,         ❛ Only five months,  her growth has been slowing down but it’s still so accelerated. ❜        UNCERTAINTY scared Edward,  but this he did not say. 

‘        I  DO  NOT  WISH  TO  PLAY  DEVIL’S  ADVOCATE,  but  have  you  thought  of  what  you  will  do  if  they  refuse  to  listen?       ’     a  pause,  a  small,  soft  smile  fell  across  her  lips.      ‘        no,  i  think  it  should  be  i  thanking  you.            had  it  not  have  been  for  the  rumors  of  that  little  girl  over  there,  i  would  have  never  found  my  mate,  my  brother.  i  have  believed  vladimir  and  stefan  to  be  dead  for  a  long  time,  it  was  your  child,  this  threat  of  war  with  the  volturi  that  brought  us  back  together.      ’  for  once,  it  finally  felt  as  though  all  of  her  suffering  hadn’t  been  for  nothing.  SHE  HAD  HER  FAMILY  BACK  (  or  at  least,  what  was  left  of  them.  )  ‘      five  months.            that  is...rather  incredible.  the  world  has  seen  nothing  like  her,  perhaps  this  is  simply  how  they  grow?     ’     he  did  not  need  to  speak  of  his  concerns,  the  maternal  side  of  angelika  simply  knew  they  were  there.  the  child  was  something  new,  something  everyone  would  be  interested  in  seeing  continue  in  her  life.            angelika  certainly  was.  

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Send 🌼 to put a flower in my muse's hair!

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Some people manage to make that transition from child actor to adult actor seamlessly. But I felt that if I spent my whole life on a film set without taking a few years to do something else, all I would ever know about was film sets.

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divinitystained replied to your post: rora vc: ANGIE NO PUT UR CLOTHES BACK ON.

‘i’ll swaddle you in fabric like a baby angie’

‘  don’t u dare ‘

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rora vc: ANGIE NO PUT UR CLOTHES BACK ON.

                             no.