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Bitter Herb, "Witches", Erica Jong//Irene from red velvet//Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I//Sara Gran//Warning (2018), sunmi//As strong as death, Jeanette Winterson//Holly Warburton//Charlotte Ager

Favorite quotes - NieR:Automata lore

Why is it unfair that you complain about loneliness even though you have friends and people who care about you?

Why is it such a horrible thing to think “I’m going to die alone” as if this was a attack on the people who care about you?

Why does this has to be about them?

Why do you feel alone even when you have them? Well, you do know the answer. What about them? Have they stopped to think about it at all?

Why admitting to your suffering is somehow invalidating other people connected to you, when your suffering cannot be alleviated by these connections?

Oh, they will feel hurt by your harsh words as if your relationship meant nothing?

It doesn’t matter how meaningful this relationship is! It doesn’t matter how close people think they are to you!

Completely different issues.

One that cannot be relieved by the current connections, thus loneliness doesn’t budge.

Yes, it’s rough to be on the other side, as if your feelings and desire to stay close and care weren’t important.

One wouldn’t feel lonely (or as lonely) if they were fulfilled with the deep connections they need. Most connections are not it.

“I feel alone” is not deserting all connections you have, it’s communicating that these connections are not the kind that will address your loneliness.

It’s a cry for help, isn’t it?

That you’re not able to connect with anyone in a way that feels safe, or stable, or long-lasting.

That the types of connections you established don’t get rid of your internal anguish and alienation.

You feel alone despite it all, despite them all, but somehow, this is just you being ungrateful and invalidating of other people’s feelings, huh?

How dare you feel lonely when you have all these connections.

Tommy remembering Grace throughout the show...not for a second or for anyone...he forgot about her.

His life turned dark when he lost her... but she never stopped being his light... All this time...and their love still remains.

I can read a 500 page book or 100k word fanfiction in one sitting, but the moment I have to do a required reading for uni I suddenly don't know how to read

the goal is to fuck you like a little slut while I continuously reassure my love and adoration for your entire existence.

If I kiss you on the forehead it means I’d kill for you

my love language: making sure you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me.

American Horror Story: Musical Theatre (5/?)

James Patrick March and Elizabeth ‘The Countess’ Johnson March (Hotel) as Hades and Persephone (Hadestown)

Hades and Persephone have a very fraught relationship in this show; they argue constantly and she very much resents him for keeping her in the Underworld for the half the year.  I think Elizabeth resents March in a similar way, for staying the hotel and not leaving her alone, even in death.  Hades and March are both still in love with their wives (who don’t return their feelings), and the Cortez is even a sort of Underworld itself, populated by the dead.

❝ WRITE A LIST OF THINGS YOU'LL REGRET: I'LL BE ON TOP SMOKING A CIGARETTE ❞.  ————  independent and selective DAISY JONES from the novel and upcoming miniseries DAISY JONES & THE SIX —— presence of mature and triggering themes, please only follow if 21 or older. narrated by rylan.

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𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 (𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨)♡

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘵

10 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 10 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴. 7 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

𝘉𝘋: 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 11 2005

𝘴𝘶𝘯 - 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 (𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧)

𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 - 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴 (𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘴)

𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘺 - 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 (𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴)

𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴 - 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 (𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦)

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 - 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 (𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦)

I think one of the most damaging ideologies towards children is the conviction that having children isn’t a calling but a moral obligation.

Not to be a crazy radical or anything, but children deserve to be deeply wanted by their parents.

Children shouldn’t be a “stage” in life that everyone is obligated to fulfill; childrearing is not for everyone. More importantly, children shouldn’t be state-enforced punishments for “irresponsible” sexual behavior.

Children are people with thoughts and feelings just like the rest of us. They are conscious of the way people treat them. And they can certainly tell when they are unwanted and/or resented.

[ID: tumblr tags. they are: #reblog #i also dont think its enough to want a child. i think you need to want a teenager and an adult too #my mom wanted a baby. when i was too old to pronounce spaghetti wrong and let her put me in church dresses she was done with me #my dad wanted a person. he wanted a baby a child a tween a teen and an adult #my dad wanted to watch a person happen. which was different. /end ID.]

The tenderness of being wanted, I have felt it before. Oh, how cruel it was to be able to get a taste of something so sweet and fragile only to have it torn from my heart and shattered. My Darling, my Dearest, my Divine went as the summer goes. Too suddenly and beyond my control. I would have defied the will of any god to make that summer last forever, as unnatural as it be.

They were made of warm sunshine and kindness and soft sighs of content. I was made of angry saltwater and dark ink and hatred. Only when I am with this person am I able to compete with myself and my past and become something softer and content. They are the sole being to hold that glorious power.

Never before my lover had I realized that love is not a feeling, but a choice. A commitment. One I would choose again and again, through sickness and through health. If only I could.

How badly I wished “please come over,” would turn into “please come home,”. How I hoped I would be the first to die because I now understood when the poets said “speak of them over my grave and watch how they bring me back to life,”. They reached out to my sharp, unfeeling, intimidating, burnt up shell with the sole intent to touch me gently. Gently as no one has ever dared to before, defying fear and revulsion and choosing to be so delicate with something that came off as so brutal and standoffish. It was beautiful. It was overwhelming.

I hated that I loved something this much but, oh god, did I love it. Every minute, every second I was lucky enough to be drowning in their affections was enough to put even my most broken of souls at rest. And it was gone too soon.

So I sit here, on this stupid little boat, surrounded by men I hardly know, and wish I was home with them and crying into their lap about all the troubles I’ve encountered since we parted ways. I could hold them in my arms again and listen as they sang my worries away. I could look into their eyes and know that they were here and safe and healthy and here, here with me, here to stay.

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paintings:

- The Storm, Pierre Auguste Cot

- The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel

- The Last Day of Pompeii, Karl Bryullov

-Scene of Deluge (1827), Joseph-Désiré Court

- Ivan Aivazovski

Usagi is the best character in Alice in Borderland purely because people have the most misogynistic hate towards her and that's why I'll defend her forever.

No one has given me a single good reason for why they hate her character.

GRIEF

time is a calm, meandering, lazy river. it flows and smoothes away at the rough edges of grief, gathers all the littering of hurt along its course and washes it away.

some days, a branch may stick and cause ripples in the otherwise stillness. other days, a beaver might have built a clumsy dam and you're left with a disruptive, loud waterfall.

grief isn't linear.

but time works hard to alleviate the pain of it.

casting away the debris in your heart until all that's left are beautiful pebbles made of memories, sitting safely at the bottom of the crystal-clear water. all that's left are the smooth, countless pieces of the ones you loved, gleaming back at you.

rivers aren't still.

grief isn't linear, and time brings obstacles, too. but time brings life, teaming in its waters, new people to love, new experiences that drop more stones for the river to keep safe.

today there's a waterfall. tomorrow, who knows. you'll pick a bank to rest on. maybe you'll gather the most beautiful pebbles you can find and just hold them for a bit.

maybe tomorrow, the sun will shine and cast glittering beams of light off the surface. memories more radiant than you've ever remembered.

maybe you'll take a walk in the woods away from the river, but it will call back to you. and when you're ready, you'll return. to step into the river and let time glide around you.

grief isn't linear.

but it can be shaped anew in the river of time. and all you can hope is for the shape to fit in your arms, light enough to carry upstream.

a bearable weight.

take pleasure in those moments. when the grief is only a forgetable stick in your pocket. sift along the bed until you find peace within the memories, and add it to the top of your pile.

you've got enough pebbles now that you can build a mound. time gave you those glossy stones.

now you have a vantage point you've never reached. the mound high enough to let you see what's coming over the hill. the river runs slow, as you look ahead at what's to come.

and you're ready now for that log to catch. because you will bury your feet so deep in the soil, underneath the rocks. you'll be able to grab that log and yank it free yourself, and time will carry it beyond your reach.

as the hurt grows smaller in the distance, you'll sink into the calm.

the grief may be overwhelming today, the soil too loose for your feet to stick and the waterfall rushing too loud. pebbles tossed around, difficult to grasp.

but in time, you won't have to gasp under the weight of the pain. won't have to desperately feel around for the brightest stone. the debris will become less, save for the few moments coming that are too far away to see from your mound.

it will help to stargaze sometimes, too.

floating with time, you'll look around and see the majesty and the miracles that created the rocks beneath you. the heavens greeting you with a wisp of wind, knocking some leaves loose to travel with you along, until you can plant your feet again.

can we ever know what makes the trees?

the trees that break apart and swim downstream toward you. the trees so far up river, you'll never know if they've fully collapsed into the water

or just loosed a heavy branch, waiting to fall another day. on a collision course so powerful, it's all you can do but to grab ahold of the largest branch and let it pull you along.

it's hard to let go of the limbs, sometimes.

you're afraid the water will pull you under and the river will be too murky. somehow, in those moments, grief becomes the only thing within reach you're sure can keep you afloat.

but you'll be able to just barely graze your toes along the river bed, reassurance in the brush that you have love. because the river of time may continue on forever,

but it's not really as deep as we fear.

on the clear bright days, it's no illusion, the stones really are that close to the surface. and the stars that make the stones give them to the river to be hand delivered to you.

when you go to swim alongside the salmon, against the current, they'll spit out a rock or two, an offering of hope. a gift to make your mound taller. maybe turn it into a chair, get some rest.

grief isn't linear.

but we're not alone in the river and when the pain gathers in clumps all around, let an otter grab your hand and pull you out. he'll give you his own rock for safe keeping. and holding on to him might even give you the strength to look downriver without fear at all the limbs, and rocks, and jagged riverbank edges that have already passed you by.

the need to chase after the familiarity of those lumps in the river cowed by the reassurance of a small otter, already looking around to give you new pebbles.

not a distraction,

but a promise.

that maybe the otter can handle some big branches when you can't, can jiggle them free while you take a much-needed breather.

on the sunny days when the water is clear and the pebbles shine, tell the otter about the stars.

share all of the other things you look forward to as time passes, things that aren't subjected to the currents in the river. the stars that are constant. the stones that found homes in your heart, tucked away in jean pockets for safe keeping.

he might not understand fully, because the sun is still out and you're still safeguarding that pebble, but it will help to talk about it.

maybe offer a different pebble in that moment to the otter, and the stars will grant that wish, and a new pebble will come along that sounds distinctly like your otter's little chirps.

I see otters swim around, and I can't help but wonder if one of them is you in my river. because so many of my rocks look like you. and with how many pebbles we have, there's no telling how many rivers you're in.

in the bright blue sky, seeing the reflection of all those rivers, it's hard to think there could even be any trees around. so you might wonder why so many of them end up in your river.

and you might wonder why you get blindsided by so many branches.

you'll begin to think there are only trees along your bank. but the reality is there are trees everywhere, dangling precariously, ready to snap at any moment.

don't wait for those moments with bated breath, because they're inevitable. I guess that's what it means to not worry about the future.

the otters, and the salmon, and the pebbles, are sent by the stars to make the river lovely, to give it purpose and life. think on those things.

all the good things the stars offer.

grief comes and goes, takes on many shapes and sizes. you'll handle them in due course

with love surrounding you on all sides.

the stars above,

the pebbles below,

and the life teaming in the river.

Love you, dear friend.

—𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑙’𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑡

17 character prompts based off taylor swift’s folklore

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1

⟶ character a reflects on their relationship with character b and understands why things didn't work out but wishes they did.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼𝐼. 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑛

⟶ character b makes character a feel loved and seen whenever they don't feel it from others; both characters are in a relationship with one another until character b cheats on character a thus ending their relationship. character a longs for the feeling character b gave them.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼𝐼𝐼. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑦

⟶ character a is incredibly wealthy and easily seduces character b with their charming demise. the ending should be left undetermined and with the reader wondering what may have happened.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼𝑉. 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑒

⟶ character a and character b were previously in a relationship that never truly flourished; character b see's character a out with a new lover and character b is left wondering how character a has moved on so quickly. character a doesn't see it this way, they claim to have given character b countless warnings about changing their behavior and/or habits. yet character b failed to see the warning signs. however, character a now seeing character b after a bit of time apart (even from afar) leaves them too in a pit of sorrow and wishes they hadn't broken up as well. thus leaving the two feeling like they're in exile.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑉. 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑡

⟶ a complex ending to a long term relationship, both character a and b are not ready to let go of each other or what they have even if they aren't sure what that is.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑉𝐼. 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙

⟶ character b is still helplessly in love with character a while character a explains that 'it's okay to still love me, maybe you will forever but it'll fade out overtime.'

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑉𝐼𝐼. 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

⟶ character a and character b have grown up together and have been close throughout their childhood; character b has a difficult home life with a parent who treats them poorly and character a, being so young at the time, didn't realize what was happening until years later when it all comes crashing down. among other things..

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑉𝐼𝐼𝐼. 𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡

⟶ character a and character b have never been more then distant friends until they share a lustful summer fling filled with stolen kisses and hidden glances. only 3 months long, this summer love comes crashing down just before both characters resume their lives. character a is constantly reminded of character b and the summer they shared and vice versa.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼𝑋. 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔

⟶ character a has a struggle with mental illness and/or addiction and they feel as if character b does not give them enough credit for their battle/attempt to better themselves

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋. 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠

⟶ character a and character b are having a secret affair and for the sake of their reputations they must keep their relationship hidden. so many secrets lead to so much guilt for character a; the first few encounters are exciting and new so character a keeps coming back for more, however as the meetings progresses they become less lavish and more sloppily planned; character a realizes there are no real feelings attached to their illicit affair.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝐼. 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔

⟶ character a and character b keep having these spontaneous run in's with one another and character b begins to think it's a sign or fate.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝐼𝐼. 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛

⟶ character a (portrayed as a woman because i believe this song is speaking to unheard females) has always been well-kept and mannered, always known to be polite and a graceful presence. however, because they are known to harness their reactions well they are mistreated and taken advantage of until eventually they explode and fight back. amidst this explosion they are referred to as a 'mad woman.'

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝐼𝐼𝐼. 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦

⟶ character a watches as character b lies sick and bed ridden, their moments grow shorter by each passing day until eventually character b passes away and character a is left feeling a sense of emptiness.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝐼𝑉. 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 ⇝ 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑢 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼𝐼

⟶ character b regrets cheating on the love of their life, character a, they are conflicted with what to do and how they can get character a back or if character a would even consider it.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝑉. 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒

⟶ character a will do anything to keep their relationship with character b secured and healthy. sometimes they might take things too far…

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝑉𝐼. ℎ𝑜𝑎𝑥

⟶ character a is stuck in a toxic relationship with character b who has proven themself to be untrustworthy and unloyal. yet character a cant leave the relationship because they are holding onto the love they once had.

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𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑋𝑉𝐼𝐼. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠

⟶ in which character a is tired of the drama and media that comes with being rich and famous; they want to escape reality with character b and be in peace

inspired by @bl4ckwid0w <3