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I’m so here for this concept.

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And if you’re ever feeling lonely just look at the moon. Someone, somewhere, is looking right at it too.

(via opposites-at-birth)

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Was it that hard to love someone like me?

kinikimkeem  (via wnq-writers)

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You shouldn’t have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn’t want me to play with fire.

Iain Thomas (via thelovejournals)

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She hated being so clumsy with words, when words meant so much.

Joyce Carol Oates, The Spill, Give Me Your Heart (via wordsnquotes)

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Home doesn’t exist for girls like me.

Fox Brown, from “I Am Asked to Surrender My Things,” published in Winter Tangerine (via lifeinpoetry)

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a girl is told she is nothing. she hums into the soft dark - just wait, till i come back & eat you bare. till your heart cries blue. till your bones are fear

Scherezade Siobhan, log #1 (Published in The Undertow Review)

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likethcrns:

              cobalt  irises  flicker  over  the  rupturing  concrete,  watching  as  pebbles  scurried  across  the  ground.  brow  quirks,  AMUSEMENT  toying  at  her  smile  and  glistening  in  blue  eyes.  consider  her  attention  to  be  CAPTIVATED  now  by  the  sight  before  her.  ❝  impressive,  ❞  she  hums,  ❝  but  i’d  like  to  see  you  be  a  bit  non - courteous  and  less  simple.  ❞  what’s  there  to  say?  she’s  a  PROVOKER.  temptation  unfurls  inside  and  she  can’t  help  but  to  prompt  for  more  than  what  was  being  demonstrated.  besides,  she  LACKED  the  fear  to  simply  be  taken  by  surprise.  ❝  i’m  getting  a  bit  tired  of  standing  on  my  feet  anyways.  ❞

                                       ❝  —–   well,   if  you’re  certain.  ❞   there  was  a   HESITANCE   now ;   for  all  her  flirtatious  jibing  phoebe  was  quite  afraid  of  harming  or  frightening  those  around  her.   but  something  told  the   statuesque   blonde  that  this  woman  was  not  easily  afraid.   the  air  surrounding  them  seemed  to  bend  to  her  request,   everything  an  extension  of  herself   --   there  was  no  her  and  them,   nothing  was  alien  to  her.   the  world  was  less  than  a   MILLIMETRE   away  no  matter  the  true  distance.   each  twitch  of  her  finger  brought  unintelligible  change,   the  world  grew  to  her  as  though  she  was  its  second  sun.   ❝   i  wouldn’t  want  you  to  get  tired  standing  around.   ❞   eyelids  narrowing  on  her   bright   irises,   as  though  concentrating  an  invisible  beam,   a  simple  brush  of  her  hand  through  the  air  and  the  girl  rose  an  inch  or   TWO   above  the  cobbled  path.   she  concentrated  the  pressure  carefully,   not  wanting  to  strain  upon  her  airways,   or  yank  too  hard  upon  her  extended  limbs.   ❝   how   HIGH   do  you  want  to  go ?   ❞

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i  need  some  things  with  little  child   phoebe   like  someone   adopt   her  or  take  care  of  her.   she’s  smol  and   desperate   for  love  and  attention,   for  the  validation  she  is  so  deprived  of.   for  forgiveness  for  what  she  has  done.

and  i  need  adult  phoebe  things  with  mature  relationships,   both   romantic   and  platonic.   her  ruining  everything  she  touches  and  trying   desperately   to  put  it  all  back  together.   finally  dealing  with  her  childhood,   seeking   help   for  her  attachment  disorders  or  spiralling  out  of  control.

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i  need  some  things  with  little  child   phoebe   like  someone   adopt   her  or  take  care  of  her.   she’s  smol  and   desperate   for  love  and  attention,   for  the  validation  she  is  so  deprived  of.   for  forgiveness  for  what  she  has  done.

and  i  need  adult  phoebe  things  with  mature  relationships,   both   romantic   and  platonic.   her  ruining  everything  she  touches  and  trying   desperately   to  put  it  all  back  together.   finally  dealing  with  her  childhood,   seeking   help   for  her  attachment  disorders  or  spiralling  out  of  control.

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                        &&.       this  is  a   STARTER  /  PLOTTING  CALL   bc  i  am  really  low  on  drafts  and  i  abandoned  my  old  call.   reminder  that  i  can  write  phoebe  at  any  age  and  she  doesn’t  really   have   a  main  age  or  verse  bc  i  wanna  keep  developing  her  as  a  whole.

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I’m a sucker for ships that could kill each other, but would die for each other.