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Hi! And thank you! I know, Iâve been occupied with other things lately but itâs good to be back!

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (1864) tr. Constance Garnett
starters from the 1890 story by oscar wilde, THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY
âwhat odd chaps you painters are!â
âi know you will laugh at me.â
âyou donât understand me.â
âi have grown to love secrecy.â
âyou know quite well.â
âhow often do you see him?â
âyou are a wonderful creation.â
âthe gods have been good to you, but what the gods give they quickly take away.â
âyou will suffer horribly.â
âthe only difference between a caprice and a life - long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.â
âhow long will you like me?â
âi am in love with it.â
âi wish i could trust myself.â
âmen marry because they are tired ; women, because they are curious ; both are disappointed.â
âwho are you in love with?â
âi have chosen my own life.â
âkiss me again, my love.â
âdonât touch me!â
âcan they feel, i wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?â
âwe have each of us a secret. let me know yours, and i shall tell you mine.â
âi thought you would like it.â
âthis is blasphemy!â
âcanât you see what i am going through?â
âit has destroyed me.â
âthose words mean nothing to me now.â
âi killed him.â
âi want a manâs life.â
âi am not even singed. my winds are untouched.â
âyou mustnât say those dreadful things!â
âi am not the same.â
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; âHellish,â (via violentwavesofemotion)
deathless â 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.
Youâre 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 canât abide a poor liar.
You look like a winterâs 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 donât 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. Itâs practically what theyâre 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 thatâll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
Forever isnât bright; it isnât 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?
Donât 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. Itâs in our nature.
Iâve 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.
Itâs not so bad, my darling. Being dead. Itâs like being alive, only colder.
Youâll think itâs 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 worldâŚwith difficulty, and grief.
I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
She said youâd 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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нξllĎ. this is an independent and selective roleplay blog for smol little đśđźđ¸đż đđťđ´đđđđđťđźđđ¸ from the manga and anime đđđđđđđđđđđđ. 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. Ęá´á´á´ á´Ęs á´ ÉŞsá´Ęá´á´ÉŞá´É´ ÉŞs á´á´ á´ ÉŞsá´á´ . dark content and angsty stuff is welcomed. in dire to meet more fellow black butler rpers, ocâs welcomed, alongside with other rpers from other fandoms.Â
⥠/ đđđđđđ would be appreciated. âĄ( âĄâżâĄ )
Send me đŞ to put a knife to my museâs throat and see how they react.
send đŹ and iâll bold how my muse feels about yours:
i hate you | i donât like you | i donât care about you | i donât know you | i know you | i look at you from afar | youâre my friend | youâre my best friend | youâre 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 đ⨠I forgot the log it for my own blog. :))))
send me a â§ and iâll bold all that apply to your muse. | @gruenerwolf
I would kill you. â§ I would physically hurt you. â§ I would attack you unprovoked. â§ I would manipulate you. â§ I dislike you. â§ You annoy me. â§ You scare me. â§ You intimidate me. â§ I hope I intimidate you. â§ I pity you. â§ You disgust me. â§ I hate you. â§ Iâm indifferent toward you. â§ Iâd like to get to know you better. â§ Â Iâd like to spend more time with you. â§ Iâd like to be friends with you. â§ Â Iâm unsure what to think of you. â§ Iâm unsure how I feel about you. â§ You are my friend. â§ You are my best friend. â§ You are my mentor. â§ I look up to you. â§ I respect you. â§ You are my hero. â§ You inspire me. â§ You are my enemy. â§ You make me happy. â§ I want to protect you. â§ I would fight by your side. â§ I consider you an equal. â§ I think you are beneath me. â§ I think you are above me. â§ I would lie for you. â§ I would lie to you. â§ I would sleep with you. â§ I would sleep by your side. â§ I would hug you. â§ I would kiss you. â§ You are family to me. â§ I would die for you. â§ I would kill for you. â§ I would trust you with my life. â§ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. â§ I would trust you with a secret. â§ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. â§ I love you (platonically). â§ I love you (romantically).
Not that Sieglinde has a middle name, but if she did, then Iâd want it to be Wilhelmina. đ¤
inquisitivewitchy¡:
â 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 âLa Tulipe Noireâ , there is an English version of it. I heard word that is crafted with love, jealousy and obsession, maybe iâll read it too after you decide âÂ
âLa Tulipe Noire, you say?â She hums whimsically, testing the word on her tongue with her attempted French accent. âIâve not heard of it, Iâm afraid! Though, if it is as you say it is -- filled with love, jealousy, and obsession -- then Iâm more than inclined to read it. Not only that, but the French have a talent for writing the romances, donât they? Iâve no doubt that it will be an intriguing read.â She laughs, teeth baring. âAnd no problem, dear doppelgänger of mine. Iâll be sure to give you my thorough critique of it once I am finished.â
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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. valenteâs novel, deathless. theyâre a dysfunctional pair of heteros but theyâre 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 donât 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 âwhen weâre alone, the colonel calls me ârizaââ to envy?? iconic, beautiful, unforgettable, oscar-award winning, amazing, sensational
lipstick or chapstick: uh... lipstick, preferably but my lips are always chapped :(
last song: poĂŠme op. 41 No.6 by czech composer, zdenÄk fibich
last movie: Us directed by jordan peele! i watched it a few days ago and i still canât stop thinking about it.
currently reading: the secret history by donna tartt :~)
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tagging: anyone who wants to do this!
After reading Charlotte BrontĂŤâs 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.
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lady-of-phantomhive¡:
âOh?â Her brother hadnât 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. âO-OhâŚâ 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 wasnât laughing outside.Â
âIt so-sounds scaryâŚâ Almost good that it wasnât 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. âW-Was itâŚfr-frightening to li-live there?â
âFrightening? Hardly.â 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 Wolframâs voice nagging her about proper gestures of what a lady should do, but is quickly ignored. Sieglindeâs never cared about etiquette, anyhow -- she only hoped that Cecilia did not mind it either.Â
âMy 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.â She was only glad that she wouldnât have to experience that yet again.Â