kissing dead stars

Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.

hi, everyone ! there are three more questions in the inbox, but they'll all require a bit more thought, so i'm planning on tackling them tomorrow! i promise i'm not ignoring anyone! in the meantime, if you're seeing us in the tags, we have seven open skeletons, and i'd love to see applications for any of them! come check us out and leave me some asks to wake up to? we're only two applications away from setting our next acceptance date, and with any luck, we'll be accepting by the end of the week! don't miss your chance to join in on the fun!

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It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and autumn is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

i thought i told you to stay out of the creek ! there's blood in that water, more than you know, more than most people want to find out. stubborn ones always end up here anyway. i can tell you're one of them. just know that even the stubborn ones can get eaten alive in a town like this. be careful. well, since that you're here, i suppose i could use your help. i'm looking for a few people — have you seen the crow, the ruin, the altar, or the grave anywhere? please, you must tell me if you have. it's a matter of life and death.