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I haven’t seen you around in a while. I hope you’re doing well!

Hi! And thank you! I know, I’ve been occupied with other things lately but it’s good to be back!

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (1864) tr. Constance Garnett

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starters from the 1890 story by oscar wilde, THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

“what odd chaps you painters are!”

“i know you will laugh at me.”

“you don’t understand me.”

“i have grown to love secrecy.”

“you know quite well.”

“how often do you see him?”

“you are a wonderful creation.”

“the gods have been good to you,  but what the gods give they quickly take away.”

“you will suffer horribly.”

“the only difference between a caprice and a life - long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.”

“how long will you like me?”

“i am in love with it.”

“i wish i could trust myself.”

“men marry because they are tired ; women,  because they are curious ; both are disappointed.”

“who are you in love with?”

“i have chosen my own life.”

“kiss me again,  my love.”

“don’t touch me!”

“can they feel,  i wonder,  those white silent people we call the dead?”

“we have each of us a secret.  let me know yours,  and i shall tell you mine.”

“i thought you would like it.”

“this is blasphemy!”

“can’t you see what i am going through?”

“it has destroyed me.”

“those words mean nothing to me now.”

“i killed him.”

“i want a man’s life.”

“i am not even singed.  my winds are untouched.”

“you mustn’t say those dreadful things!”

“i am not the same.”

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Artemis knew better than all of them. Her only love affair was with the moon. My heart understood this. Profoundly.

Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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нεllσ. this is an independent and selective roleplay blog for smol little 𝐶𝐼𝐸𝐿 𝑃𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑇𝑂𝑀𝐻𝐼𝑉𝐸 from the manga and anime 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈. portrayal of this grumpy smol earl is solely based on the manga. due to the dark nature/story of the manga, this blog is nsfw. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇᴅ. dark content and angsty stuff is welcomed.  in dire to meet more fellow black butler rpers, oc’s welcomed, alongside with other rpers from other fandoms. 

♡ / 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 would be appreciated. ♡( ◡‿◡ )

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Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

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send 💬 and i’ll bold how my muse feels about yours:

i hate you | i don’t like you | i don’t care about you | i don’t know you | i know you | i look at you from afar | you’re my friend | you’re my best friend | you’re like family | i care for you | i love you

i want to:

kill you | punch you | ignore you | know more about you | be friends with you | hang out with you | hug you | kiss you

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Can u do one for gruenerwolf 👀✨ I forgot the log it for my own blog. :))))

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.  |  @gruenerwolf

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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Not that Sieglinde has a middle name, but if she did, then I’d want it to be Wilhelmina. 🤔

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inquisitivewitchy·:

“ Hmm that is quite difficult to engage since you already acquired an impressive number of romance books so maybe you are already familiar with it but is the only choice I have in mind now. How about Alexandre Dumas with the novel ‘La Tulipe Noire’ , there is an English version of it. I heard word that is crafted with love, jealousy and obsession, maybe i’ll read it too after you decide ” 

“La Tulipe Noire, you say?” She hums whimsically, testing the word on her tongue with her attempted French accent. “I’ve not heard of it, I’m afraid! Though, if it is as you say it is -- filled with love, jealousy, and obsession -- then I’m more than inclined to read it. Not only that, but the French have a talent for writing the romances, don’t they? I’ve no doubt that it will be an intriguing read.” She laughs, teeth baring. “And no problem, dear doppelgänger of mine. I’ll be sure to give you my thorough critique of it once I am finished.”

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get to know the mun!

please repost; don’t reblog.

favourite colour: a deep shade of emerald green? or a dark brown.

top three favourite ships:

marya morevna and koschei the deathless from catherynne m. valente’s novel, deathless. they’re a dysfunctional pair of heteros but they’re my parents dsfjjlkdg

remus lupin and sirius black, also known by their popular ship name: wolfstar. unfortunately, harry potter still owns my ass (j.k. rowling don’t interact) and i remember falling in love with remus and sirius in particular. i just like their relationship together :-)

riza hawkeye and roy mustang from full metal alchemist (including brotherhood). listen... i love them. that scene when riza says “when we’re alone, the colonel calls me ‘riza’” to envy?? iconic, beautiful, unforgettable, oscar-award winning, amazing, sensational

lipstick or chapstick: uh... lipstick, preferably but my lips are always chapped :(

last song: poéme op. 41 No.6 by czech composer, zdeněk fibich

last movie: Us directed by jordan peele! i watched it a few days ago and i still can’t stop thinking about it.

currently reading: the secret history by donna tartt :~)

tagged by: no one, i’m a thief

tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

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After reading Charlotte Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, I have concluded that -- while it was an interesting read, none of the characters were at all likeable in any way. But, with that finally put away: would any of you be a dear and recommend me some books? Any book is alright, really, though I do have an affinity for romance.

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This is probably still the best way to call for silence.  From Vera the Medium by Richard Harding Davis, 1908.

Here’s my seasonal collection of vintage (mostly weird) fashion.

The imagery that Tumblr bizarrely deemed insensitive to community standards: Weblog ◆ Books ◆ Videos ◆ Music ◆ Etsy

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lady-of-phantomhive·:

“Oh?” Her brother hadn’t really told her anything about how Germany went, mostly as Cecilia was asking more about how he got sick based on the letters she had received while she stayed back home with Elizabeth until he returned. “O-Oh…” Now she started to feel bad for bringing it up. To be shut out from your own country seemed so sad to Cecilia, her own mind not even able to imagine a day where she wasn’t laughing outside. 

“It so-sounds scary…” Almost good that it wasn’t there. Cecilia had a habit of reading fairy tales, especially the new ones being published of ice queens and girls no bigger than a thumb. To her, it sounded as though Sieglinde lived in the very village little red riding hood left to deliver that basket to. “W-Was it…fr-frightening to li-live there?”

“Frightening? Hardly.” Although unladylike, Sieglinde lets out a snort through her nose, a mocking laugh following her words. In the back of her head, she can hear Wolfram’s voice nagging her about proper gestures of what a lady should do, but is quickly ignored. Sieglinde’s never cared about etiquette, anyhow -- she only hoped that Cecilia did not mind it either. 

“My home was... dreadfully boring. Living there felt like torture! Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours -- I was bored out of my mind every single passing day.” She was only glad that she wouldn’t have to experience that yet again.