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Miss Evie Frye

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hi evie frye has high heeled shoes that u can remove the stiletto from and it’s a blade and the shoes go flat thank u for coming to my ted talk

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evie frye, 1868: yeah okay we’ll help karl evie frye, about a week later: WAIT

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hi i hope every1 knows evie used to praise jacob when they were kids but ethan would get mad at her for it so she stopped

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ya’ll ever think about the fact that abberline address evie as miss frye in the jtr dlc cause i fucking do

also i’m fucking add 2 this like this was 1868 to 1888 ???? do u know how many people would have insulted and invalidated evie because she never married or had children??? that was considered “””the main role””” for females in that era like evie would have been ridiculed and just SHAT ON by society because of that. people wouldnt have associated with her and due to the fact that she literally could not have children, people would have avoided her out of fear that her infertility would catch. her miscarriges wuld have been the talk of the town?????? evie frye lived in a period that would have been disgusted by her and been just horrified in her existence 

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ya’ll ever think about the fact that abberline address evie as miss frye in the jtr dlc cause i fucking do

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i just realized that i left the fucking dishes in the sink frm last night

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the first time she kisses you, she smells like springtime. she rolls down the hill beside you, laughing as small wildflowers tangle in her hair. you are enamored, as you’ve always been. the familiar curve of her back; you’ve laid across her at every sleepover. the slight expanse of her shoulders; you’ve rubbed sunscreen across them for countless summers, always secretly longing for more. you never realized that she’s been longing too.

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she  is  more  iron  than  they .    a  wounded  soul ,   crushed  down  by  the  society  around  of  her .   she  wants ?    she  wants  to  be  something .    to  be  perfectly  quiet ,   still  alive   /   with  no  one  pressing .   how  slow  life  is .   how  violent  hope  is .    how  strange  they  are .    two  very  different  worlds ,   fall  out  of  love  and  she  could  have  dreamed ,   of  all  those  other  lives .    there  isn’t  enough  holiness  to  go  around  in  this  place  and  the  only  source  of  light  is  coming  from  rotten  factories  with  bleeding  hearts   (  she’s  burned  her  hands  saving  them  and  kissed  away  the  blood  in  alleyways  with  strangers  ) .    the  world  is  not  kind  to  women .   it  never  has  been .

if  you  tuck  the  name  of  a  loved  one  under  your  tongue  for  too  long  without  speaking  it ,   it  becomes  blood .    and  she’s  been  spitting  blood  for  longer  than  she’ll  ever  know   (  you  love  her   /   you’ll  never  know  it  ) .   the  problem  lately  is  that  she  is  so  alive .   brilliantly  so .    she’s  thinking  of  her .   always .   the  end  of  the  road  always  leads  to  her .    to  something  soft  and  tender  and  she’s  got  bright  eyes  with  a  soft  heart .    the  world  tastes  like  blisters  and  blood ,   her  hands  clasped  tight  and  knuckles  bursting  from  her  skin .    timeless  and  loveless ,   the  light  touches  her .    she  cannot  sleep  in  her  dreams .    like  everyone ,   she  was  took ,   taken  and  betrayed .    darling  please ,   my  dearest  evelyn .    standing  in  the  gates  of  eden ,   singing  for  salvation .    touching  the  blade  from  a  sword  of  fire  and  she’s  unmade   /   undone   (  no  one  will  ever  love  her  in  the  way  she  dreams  she  does  ) .

and  he  presses  a  sweet  kiss  to  her  cheek ,   words  whispered  between  cause  and  correlation .    this  isn’t  the  life  she  wants .    he’s  not  what  she  wants .    there’s  someone  inside  of  her ,   living  and  acting  out  her  life .    eventually ,   she  holds  two  names  to  her  chest .    one  to  hold  in  her  mouth  and  one  to  use  as  a  gun .    for  in  all  defense ,   she’s  ready  to  confess  her  sins .    in  another  lifetime ,   maybe .    but  here  and  now ?    she’ll  let  a  thousand  calendar  days  to  waste  pining  with  an  unknown  heart .    there’s  only  one  name .    and  it  is  not  his .

joints  ache ,   an  overripe  plum  colored  bruise  kissed  to  her  cheek  bone  and  she  wants  no  part  of  this  desecration .    but  she  is  a  woman  and  she  does  not  get  to  choose .    she  could  fall  asleep  aside  her ,   but   if  she  wakes   /   the  light  falls  sinister  against  her  skin .    this  version  of  herself  is  the  easiest  to  swallow .    the  one  made  of  lies  and  sin ,   but  to  her ?    the  only  person  she  doesn’t  wish  to  form  lies  against .

a  fickle  creature ,   learning  by  the  worst  example   (  you’ll  die  for  the  girl  who  loves  you  ) .    for  even  despite  every  pang  and  twinge  in  her  body ,   she  is  still  muted  in  her  movement .    how  fragile  they  are ,   between  the  few  good  moments .    and  maybe ,   maybe  one  day  she’ll  learn   (  you  don’t  notice  until  it  is  too  late  and  she  deserves  more  than  that  ) .

who  is  to  say ?    she  would  die  for  her .

where  were  you  when  i  was  still  kind ?    it  catches  in  the  back  of  her  throat ,   poised  in  the  window  frame   &   she  can  almost  convince  herself  that  she’s  a  lover ,   a  midnight  tryst  with  a  forbidden  sweetheart .   we  could  be .    we  should  be .    a  ghost  in  a  body ,   she’s   soundless  against  the  floor   /   a  tender  hand  resting  against  the  shoulder  of  her .    ❛   henry  said  you  wished  to  train ?   ❜

              @valhela​

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The perfect dress that I probably can’t wear out until spring, sigh 👼🏼

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no offense but I suck at responding to most messages so please don’t think it’s you. It’s def me.

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nicknames

honey angel dewdrop moonlight bumblebee glow bug aurora peach dove lamb

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( WHY DOES A WOMAN POISON? is it because she finds gore repulsive , or because it matches her emerald earrings? )

P O I S O N //

demi ev.

(published in my chapbook SWEET DECADENCE)

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starter  call .          hit  that  ♡  for  a  starter  from  your  local  assassin !

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things I want: love and affection things I have: trauma and touch starvation