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This page has become an archive. It's just become too much to keep up with. So for a fresh start, you all can find my new page under the name sanctuary-in-dreams For anyone who would like to continue our friendship and writing partnership, I'll be there.

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Hiatus

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When you pop back on for a bit and notice tumblr has yet again unfollowed people for you. I'm so effing tired of it doing this to me. And I fear one person may have blocked me for it and now I can't even talk to them. This is so frustrating!!!!

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The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via thequotejournals)

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The days went by, empty and soundless, as in a state of anesthesia.

Hugo von Hofmannsthal, “Tale of Two Couples”  (via fox-corner)

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Untitled by kara o'keefe

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PSA.

reblog if you will NOT be changing your URL for Halloween.

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A soft kiss was pressed to the sleeping woman's cheek and a voice, low and warm, murmured in her ear. "Morning, dear." Tamashi sat beside her on the bed, already up and dressed with a tray of an, admittedly, simple breakfast waiting on his lap accompanied by a small bouquet of flowers in a vase on the night stand. (Fluff for the soul to put a smile on both your and Scarlett's faces ＼(￣▽￣)／)

Hazel eyes fluttered open, a petite hand sliding up to rest on his thigh. “Mmmm hello my love…..” Once the haze had settled from her eyes, Scarlett took in the site before her. A small smile tilted her lips upwards. “What is this? Breakfast in bed?”

Slowly, she pushed herself to a sitting position, leaning forward to press a kiss to her fiancées cheek. Her fingers ran down his arm towards the tray. “As dashing as you look in this suit, perhaps next time you might wear your birthday suit?” Her lips left hot little kisses along his jaw as she plucked a piece of bacon from the plate. “It is by far my favorite suit you know.” She winked at him as she took a bite, savoring the saltiness of the crisp treat. Hmmm he cooked it just the way she liked.

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She was a morbid contradiction - pure white innocent happiness in a twisted black death sadness.

Himeanne, A Twisted Attraction To Die (via words-and-coffee)

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The poetry she is too afraid to write will only compose itself in her head until she gets it out on paper. She must write out the insanity before it slowly becomes her.

Noor Shirazie (via words-and-coffee)

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There’s a loss of personality; Or rather, you’ve lost touch with the person You thought you were. You no longer feel quite human.

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via theliteraryjournals)

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This isn't a hiatus notice. I'm not disappearing or anything, I'm just gonna be slowing down my presence on here for a bit. So replies will be at random. There's no specific reason and nothing bad has happened to me. I just feel like this is the pace I need to be at in this moment in time. I am always available on chat. Always. So even if I haven't responded to anything for a bit, doesn't mean I'm not open to chat about whatever in the messenger :). As always, don't behave too much ;)

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Sorry I've been Mia this week guys. This week has just been bad news for me. I'll be back during the weekend

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Send “What did you just throw at me?” and I’ll generate a number between 1 - 40 for an item my muse throws at yours including why they throwed it, and write a starter based on the generated scenario. 

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