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floralteabag:

❝ You’re too mean, I don’t like you ❞

❝ That’s not what I want at all❞

❝ You don’t love me. Big fucking deal! ❞

❝ You told me again you prefered handsome man but for me you were making exception ❞

❝ When I wake up I’m afraid somebody else might take my place ❞

❝ We just aren’t going to stay like this forever ❞

❝ Fuck you anyway❞

❝ I’ll be good and I’ll love the world like I should❞

❝ I’ll never tell you how I feel ❞

❝ If you leave then I’ll be afraid of everything ❞

❝ It hurts but I won’t fight you ❞

❝ All we do is hide away ❞

❝ I send my best regards from hell ❞

❝ I’ve been upside down… ❞

❝ Is there somewhere you can meet me? ❞

❝ Oh but you got away, didn’t you?❞

❝ This isn’t fun anymore… Never hurt like this before. ❞

❝ This house don’t feel like home. ❞

❝ But if you loved me then why’d you leave me?❞

❝ It almost feels like a joke. ❞

❝ I’ll be good for all of the times that I never could❞

❝ I’ll wait for you baby, that’s all I do baby ❞

❝ One may think we’re alright, but we need pills to sleep at night❞

❝ I hope my smile can distract you so it never has to show and you’ll never know❞

❝ You suck anyways ❞

❝ That was called love…❞

❝ Go ahead and cry me a river ❞

❝ Don’t cry no more for me, don’t spend your time convincing me ❞

❝ We need lies to make it throught the day… We’re not okay.❞

❝ I don’t even think of you that often ❞

❝ If you love me don’t let go ❞

❝ That’s one thing I’d never say to you ❞

❝ Just don’t. ❞

❝ Can’t they see I’m hurting enough? ❞

❝ We don’t feel like outsiders at all ❞

❝ Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. ❞

❝ You look so cold…❞

❝ We both know it’s not fashionable to love me ❞

Hurt & bitter starter sentences

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koredesaigoda:

Although the library was filled with numerous wooden tables and endless rows of heavily laden bookshelves, it was easy enough to spot the young Yamanaka. For despite her still small stature, her long fair hair stood out against their more muted surroundings. Unlike himself, but again, quite unlike him, she also did not possess the need to immediately fall silent and keep to hushed tones at all times in the library.

He offered her a wave, slightly amused, just after the scolding she had received from a neighbouring table.

“Careful,” he said, once he reached her. “We don’t want Madam Pince throwing you out of the library, do we?”

There was a lightness to his voice that suggested he had spoken in jest. But it was true. Madam Pince wasn’t exactly known for her patience when it came to those who did not respect the sanctity of her territory. Never mind if their only sin was speaking a touch higher than the acceptable volume she had set.

“So what will we be studying today?”

Ino grinned at his slight jab, raising a finger to her lips to signal her understanding. It still made her giddy, that he was there at her request. The flickering candlelights made his eyes darker, like liquid obsidian and secrets, and she had to duck to hide her reddening cheek.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ino gestured at the accumulated books and parchments before her with a flourish. She sat on one side of the table, careful not to scrape the legs of the chair as she pushed it back. Itachi's reminder about Madam Pince's iron grip on the library was spot-on. "I'm having trouble deciphering some advanced spells originating in duels during the fifteenth century. There's one reference to a dark wizard who could use a spell for spontaneous combustion, but I only found a small passage about him in the reading material."

It was one of the more complicated assignments she'd attempted to carry out, surprising even her professor, but Ino liked complicated. And a challenge.

Just like Itachi.

"Maybe I should just scrape him off and focus solely on the local dark wizards?” She tapped a quill against her notes and looked at him. “What do you think?"

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torture & interrogation trash child (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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The worried lines on her sister's face are enough to make Ino move closer, so she can shadow her mirror image. Moving in tandem, like they have been doing since the world has decided to catapult itself into the toilet. She decides that she hates this town and its abandoned buildings. Silence unnerves her, the promise of unknown things lurking behind the absence of noise and it's hard to be optimistic when their only option is to live like ghosts.

"Are you sure that's necessary?" The last lab they stumbled into had been a death trap — she still grimaces every time she catches sight of the scar around her ankle. "Can’t you just—”

From somewhere in the distance, something howls bloody murder.

Ino freezes. 

               “well it could be useful.” she knows her sister is in jest, and blue eyes move in to focus on her sister. being nudged forward, ino begins to walk, her hold on her bag, tighter than before. white knuckles and an expression of worry sums her up, and she moves softly, letting feet hit the pavement quietly. she keeps an eye and ear out for anything, choosing not to say anything until they reach the car. 

               this outbreak of — things, started about three weeks ago and they’ve lost almost everyone. ino won’t lose her sister. “i might be able to run some tests if we can get back to a lab to see the dna of this— thing.” 

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by kiki子

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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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Alexander McQueen S/S 2017- Backstage Details

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By MAOQ on pixiv | Posted w/ permission

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Photo from a book about the mysterious forest spirit “Tall-Maja”, Agneta Ekman, 1967

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It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

Sara Teasdale, “Dust” 

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elie saab spring 2016

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mita-rashi:

They always come at such odd hours.

It helps now that her schedule is beyond repair, and she sleeps when she wants to, not on any particular timetable.

And it helps that she has the backdrop of Ryozen’s bar, a familiar enough place for those interesting enough to find themselves in it.

“Is this where I say ‘depends’ and lean back against the chair?” She does scoot aside, giving ample room to be joined at the table. “What do you have to offer?”

Anko grins, and shrugs, leaning closer to her guest. “Yes, that’s me. But what could I have that the goddess of love doesn’t?”

She decides that she likes this one — not a god, but carries herself with the arrogance of one. Some immortals are just a plain waste of eternity. The details of Anko's deal with Yashamaru are sketchy at best, even with the network of informants at Ino's disposal, and she wonders if she would hear the story one of these days. Might even get to make fun of Yasha for another century or two. 

"You flatter me,” she laughs, taking the vacated space in a flourish of gold and glitter. The bar pulsates gently around them and Ino signals at the young man behind the bar; the usual. “Sometimes even love needs a bit of nudging here and there. And I can’t nudge if I don’t have all the particulars.”

Her drink comes with a smile and a lovestruck note.

“How do I know if your information is... reliable?”

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Minimal by Lumi Tuomi

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10. Lie through your teeth and accept cigarettes, even if you just slide them behind your ear like James Dean. In general pretend to be tougher than your father, blanker and crazier than your mother with her particular interests and phobias. Insist upon the window opened a crack. Write down what you see until you feel sick. They’ll stop. They don’t want you to puke all over the dash. That’s when you get out and wait for a different ride. Number ten is huge. Your survival as a hitchhiker depends upon it. I love you; please don’t die.

from “The Ten Essential Rules of Hitchhiking,” Bhanu Kapil, Incubation: A Space for Monsters 

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