snowfallen-nymph
‧₊˚Dream-haunted ⊹°.
"She, an epitaph of morbid secrets, and hidden reveries. So lost the lachrymose girl was within realms far too big for her fragile heart to bear. The darling one was an orphic creature materialized from the enigmatic pages of fairytale mythos; a whimsical little Crystalsong nymph belonging to a subnivean heaven where spirits roamed solemnly alongside her amongst the clouds as ephemeral as she."
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"White flowers oft-grown by the earth those delicate footfalls traipsed, borne from the tears wept from glassy opalescent hues. From the softest petals that were her lips ghost-laden eulogies spilled; woven of alluring albeit funereal lullabies and hymns, as otherworlds far too paradoxical to fathom manifested from the depths of her haunted subconscious. Wherever this infinitesimal fae-elf traversed, Death and Winter would surely follow her."
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IC & OOC blog for my multi-verse original character Amora'lei Ofelia Moonsong aka 'The Nymph'.
As played as faction neutral on WrA/MG.
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“Who whispers so sadly, as if in dream?”
— Georg Trakl, from Melusine (tr. by Jim Doss and Werner Schmitt) (via megairea)
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Angela Carter, from The Company of Wolves in "The Bloody Chamber and other Stories"
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butterfly leg chain by mammamiajwl
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Lisa Frankenstein (2024)
#+°.an empath's burden ¤°+.#+°.dancing with the devil ¤°+.#+°.mien of a fae ¤°+.#+°.the hauntings of clairsentience ¤°+.
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oh hai. i might come back. is tumblr still active??
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Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s
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the light comes within.
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“She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams.”
— Clarice Lispector (via paper-fairy)
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Poem for a friend, Helaena C Moon.
(soul-soup-poetry)
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“All her grace was in her vagueness. Her voice was soft, her manner languid, her features blurred and dreamy;”
— Donna Tartt, from The Little Friend (via luthienne)
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