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i overthink, overlove, overfeel and overstress

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Photo set for June 18th, 2016

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I seek to be the sun. I want to be the kind of girl who brings flowers to bloom, to have my bones be made of pure light.

k.a. (via insp0s)

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【９１１　？　　ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ　ａ　ｆｕｌｌ　ｍｏｏｎ　！】

@failingbutrecovering​

               panic in eyes warm  &  sweet,  body stumbling through streets in confusion,  pain permanent upon features as realization hits.  she’s alone again,  stuck in a limbo she cannot escape.  throat sore from screaming,  dejection in every tone,  resorted to whispers of reassurance to self as she once again passes by another human unnoticed.  fear is the only thing left as emotions roar,  objects being thrown behind her.  fingers twist  &  play,  whittling down fabric  &  lace of clothing,  hues scanning area before turning back to ground.                 presence she knows,  someone calling out for the ghost?  head on a swivel,  stumbling more as she tries to pinpoint location,  but everything is in disarray.  when body comes in contact with tree,  she knows she’s visible once more,  &  they are now in eyesight.   ❝  ethan?  ethan!  i’m here!  ❞   at a full sprint now as her person collides with his,  arms wrapped tightly around neck. 

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                 𝐣𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭,          𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚,          𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭

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I’d definitely say it’s been an honour to be able to portray so many different types of characters throughout my career; especially being biracial and so young. Sydney Park by Randy Tran

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failingbutrecovering·:

Ethan held a couple different books in his hands, each with a title relating to vampires but he couldn’t exactly be sure which ones were fiction or not. “Oh,” he realized, “I was wondering if you could direct me to your non-fiction section?” Not that he was sure there’d be anything in there that could help him, but he was hopeful. “Or.. Maybe tell me if you know anything about these books?”

               head cocks,  eyes drifting over titles  &  spines,   ❝  these are definitely all fiction.  it’s hard to find any reliable books on supernatural creatures  &  myths.  ❞   shock suddenly situates on features,  teeth come to gnaw on bottom lip,  sheepish  &  mortified.  not everyone knows,  these creatures  (  her included  )  lead quiet  &  secret lives;  a slip of the tongue could kill someone.  looking back up,  she gently nudges him,   ❝  i mean !  god those myths are always rewritten  &  messed up like--- c’mon the little mermaid did not end with a happily ever after.  ❞   

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unfaerie·:       

             takes     sip     of     coffee     before     awarding     the     other     with     response,     fingers     toying     with     straw     as     she     did.     finally     lowers     it,     the     fae     easing     into     a     grin     as     bright     gaze     locked     on     the     other.     ❝     no     fue     nada     importante.     was     nothing     really,     just     a     comment     about     how     deep     in     dreams     you     appeared.     —-     i     do     believe     there     was     even     a     longing     sigh     or     two.     ❞     how     gross     was     the     love     talk?     though     it     does     not     come     forth.     after     all,     it     could     be     said     that     she     had     that     level     of     reaction     at     times     with     certain     someone.     ❝     but     now     that     you     are     back     on     earth,     i     think     another     round     of     coffee     sounds     right.     ❞

               tap of finger on lips,  excitement apparent in dark hues,  lionhearted girl smiles at the other.  she of grace  &  beauty,  love  &  peace,  forever unique  &  revered by this dearly departed soul.   ❝  some of the best romance is in literature  &  poetry,  can’t blame a girl for wanting a piece.  ❞   glances at her companion,  she pushes off the stool,  bearing weight once more on legs,  moving round to stand beside her.  hand almost outstretches for a moment before its caught,  too forward  &,  although harmless,  embarrassing how affectionate she could be.   ❝  let’s go!  i can always use some more caffeine.  can’t believe i ever went without it.  ❞  

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whoever got my voodoo doll, massage the back a lil pls

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o p e n  !!

               ❝  oh!  um --- sorry i definitely wasn’t paying attention.  oscar wilde just has that way of writing where you’re absolutely sucked into the love  &  romance!  ❞   book tucked away into satchel,  fingers push curls back into place,  lips part in smile.  it is nothing out of ordinary;  lost amongst dreams  &  words twisted so sweet,  heart of gold cannot deny seduction of old literature  &  pages worn from turning.  attention sparked,  placed upon companion before her,   ❝  you were saying?  ❞          

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▲* |    ▬  tag dump !   

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. ﾟ * ｡ ･   ( sydney park / cisfemale / she/her ) — wait, is that GABRIELLE THEODORA PRESCOTT walking down the street? i’ve heard the TWENTY ONE year old BOOKKEEPER happens to be a GHOST. apparently they’re really -SCATTERBRAINED & -MELODRAMATIC, but surprisingly +HUMBLE & +CHARMING.  I always think of SIDEWALKS AFTER IT RAINS & SHAKESPEARE SOLILOQUIES when i hear their name.  (dae, 25, she/her, pst)

name: gabrielle ‘brielle’ theodora prescott

birthday: may 29th

gender: cisfemale

sexuality: pansexual 

personality.

+ humble, charming, gregarious

- scatterbrained, melodramatic, sullen

aesthetic.

the smell of rain / thunderstorms / water crashing onto rocks / spilled ink / candles burning / leather journals / bookcases / piles of books / marble statues / grand libraries / trench coats & pleated skirts / flower crowns carefully woven / hearts drawn in pen on skin / sunlight peeking through blinds / messy buns & glasses 

about.  triggers:  death 

brielle was born in 1775, shortly after america had gained their independence from england. having high aspirations and the joys of a new life, she thought she was going to have the world. that was suddenly stripped from her when she was murdered while walking the beach in the early morning. her killer had strangled her from behind, throwing her over the cliffs and into the waters below where her body would rot and decay, slowly drifting out to sea. she understands that she’s dead and accepts her fate (though she wishes she could know if the man ever saw justice), but she also cannot accept the fact that she can’t coexist in society. 

as a child, she loved literature and only wished to be a writer or a great poet, so she decided to roam the local library, indulging in her favorite stories and poems. she gets enraged from time to time when she realizes all of the things that were stolen from her and she tends to hate what she is during these moments.   

she wears a necklace almost every day that allows her to stay tied to the physical plane. it was the only thing she died with that actually stayed with her. she met a seer who was able to help her perform a ritual to enable her to remain on earth with the help of a druid’s dying words.   

brielle is a romantic okay, she just wants love and happiness. she sees the world always with rose-colored glasses and believes the best in people. she’s been enamored by books and poetry so her ideas of life and how the world should be are entirely warped. she is that child that would run around and pretend she was some princess or maybe even juliet! she is sweet and lovable, but she has her dark sides. 

if you think even for a moment that this girl isn’t slightly vengeful, you’re wrong. while she does have a heart of gold & a kind soul, brielle is not one to be messed with & if you piss her off enough she can be a torrential hurricane that destroys everything in her path

she definitely has characteristics of a poltergeist type or an interactive personality. poltergeist is when she’s overly emotional and unable to control herself or her powers. she gets like this and can be considered malicious at these moments though she never means to hurt anyone (unless you’ve done something to deserve it). interactive personality is any other time, it’s fleeting memories and moments. a smell, disembodied voice, her figure standing by the lighthouse cliffs. she can seem otherworldly & ethereal at times

she wanders the coast constantly. the water was always something she adored, it was calming and peaceful and when she was staring out at sea, she could feel herself breathe again. her parents were hard on her, wanting her to get a grip on reality, but she would always be a dreamer through and through.