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Old as I am, I know nothing.
Why people in this world hate what is not them.
Why they fear all they don't know.
Why they hate themselves most of all.
For being weak. For being old.
For being everything altogether that is not godlike.
Which of us can be that?
Monsters all, are we not?
OMFG, I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SWEETER THAN THIS IN MY LIFE 😭💕
I swear, this cute purple owl is too much of a Lilia vibe and reminds me of the Old Lady. We've discussed this a lot, but I didn't expect you to make a moodboard about it! 🥹💗
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❀₊ One day, Florence casually mentioned that she loved the smell of lavender, because she associated it with Fosca. A few nights later, she found a tiny bag of fresh lavender flowers on her pillow, still scented. The bag had neat initials embroidered in black thread - two capital F's inside a heart. Looking closer, Florence realized that it was not black thread, but someone's thin black hair. When she whispered to Fosca about it before going to bed, she answered: "I just wished to... anchor you here, in some small way."
Summary - you secretly loved kitty for years, and when a sleep confession tells you everything you've been hoping for and some less happy words, how do you react to the news ?
The room was quieter than you expected for a boarding house this full. The single bed in the corner had a dent in the mattress and floral sheets that had seen better decades, but it was the only thing big enough for two. You’d both insisted it’d be fine. You’d sleep back-to-back. No big deal.
Now it was midnight. You hadn’t moved an inch.
Kitty’s back was warm against yours, curled slightly like she was trying to take up as little space as possible. Her hair smelled like old perfume and cheap hotel soap, and when she’d first slid under the covers beside you, you’d felt the muscles in her shoulders tense like wire.
Neither of you had said anything.
You should’ve fallen asleep by now—but Kitty Duval, always beautiful, always tired, always guarding something behind her eyes, was impossible to ignore when she was so close.
A few minutes passed.
Then you heard it.
Soft. Mumbled.
"Y’don’t even see me, do you?"
You froze.
Kitty was still asleep—her breath slow, mouth barely parted. You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
“Not the real me. Just the face. That smile. ‘Course they like that... they don’t know what’s underneath.”
Your chest tightened.
Another pause. She shifted a little, her elbow brushing your back.
“I get so tired of bein’ someone else,” she whispered. Her voice cracked like she was on the edge of crying. “But I can't stop. ‘Cause what if the real me’s worse?”
You swallowed hard. Kitty Duval—so poised, so carefully polished with powder and a sharp tongue—sounded small. Raw.
You didn’t know if she was dreaming or confessing. But her words lanced through you like a knife.
“I wanna be soft with someone,” she breathed, voice barely audible now. “But I don’t know how... not anymore.”
Then silence.
It was unbearable.
You turned over.
Slowly, cautiously, you faced her back. She was still, like a statue, curls spread across the pillow, one arm tucked under her chin. Her lashes trembled in her sleep.
Without thinking, you reached out and brushed a knuckle along her shoulder.
She stirred—but didn’t wake.
So you whispered, “I see you, Kitty. Even the parts you think are too messy. I see them. And I still…”
You didn’t finish.
You didn’t have to.
Because suddenly, in the quiet, Kitty’s hand reached behind her—eyes still closed—and blindly searched for yours. Her fingers curled around yours under the blankets, slow and warm.
thank you @luvpone for tagging me my baby! i miss ur ass 💕last song: prob “invisible” by miss patti an lupone in preparation for the lucia fic!
last film: “the passion of joanne d’arc” (i’m a masoquist i know)
last book: the death of ivan ilitch by tolstoiiiii
last tv show: either life goes on or american horror story coven (there’s the patti lupone fan in me coming out)
sweet/savory/spicy: sweet. is that even a question????
relationship status: uhhhhh pass
last google search: giotto de bondone painting technique
what i’m looking foward to: season 3 of that sex and the city thing because patti will appear and the french course im yet to start again
current obsession: “when you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. he got kindness, and i got longing. he got complacence, and i got ambition. i want to kill him sometimes. i think sometimes he wants to die.”
tagging: @jubshead @angeliccss @pattisl0ver @chiefofmilfs @madamspellmans-met-met uhhhhh @sanguibubs and @awlwgeneraldinosaur and @beeehoneyy and and and @beeboo-txt and manu (i know ur finna see this just do it)
finally answering to this, sorry for the delay!!! I didn't have much time to open tumblr before 😭😭
last song: Time Stood Still of course because obsession with Lucía will never leave my bones
last film: literally the last thing I stopped to watch was Passion (with Patti's Fosca), and that was a long time ago, but it's still the last.
last book: I started reading Brilliant Friend because of a recommendation, but I stopped right at the beginning. I plan to read all the books but I don't know if I'll have time
last tv show: SIX FEET UNDER! I honestly started watching because of the pretty cover when I saw it (the green car), but keep watching for Frances Conroy, my beloved Frances Conroy. And yes, this is the series where Dexter is gay and works in a funeral home.
sweet/savory/spicy: sweet always!
relationship status: uh... none? single?
last google research: how to use — in english? 🫣 For some reason I thought it would be different from Portuguese so I searched it like this. I always see some people using it and it makes everything so beautiful and organized, but I didn't want to fill the sentences with it without any criteria.
what I'm looking forward to: finally have time to watch all the versions of sweeney todd that patti acts in, as well as get to the season of law and order that she is in (lydia lebasi, but soon i will start the other law and order, so ruth miller too).
current obsession: Stella Coffa and Fosca, they have been living in my mind rent free for a long time, and I don't think they'll leave soon. But also a cute russian cartoon, Smeshariki, that someone introduced me to ( @magicsprat ). How can a children's cartoon be so dense and profound? Full of super important reflections after the cutest filler in the world? I still can't understand. But also a book of sapphic stories that I found by chance in the school library and still haven't finished reading. I started it a long time ago, but I abandoned it due to lack of time. I have lots of obsessions 🤭
tagging: @magicsprat @renyfisher and idk who else 😢😢
last song: Fire and Ice. I have an unhealthy obsession with this song. In order to function normally, I need to listen to it on repeat for at least an hour a day
last film: Lilo & Stitch. My sweet friend lured me to the cinema, and I was so careless that I fell into this trap
last book: The Dream of a Ridiculous Man by Fyodor Dostoevsky, I think. I constantly reread this book, 'cause there are things in its content that touch my soul, idk
last TV show: “Так не бывает”. Russian comedy for several episodes with my favorite actress
sweet/savory/spicy: mmm... salty 😭
relationship status: ask my... best friend, guys...
last google research: quiet purring of a cat mp3
what I'm looking forward to: idk, nothing? New Fosca and Florence fic, maybe?
List ten songs that have been in my head or I've been listening to a lot lately, then tag ten mutuals to do the same
I'm going to have a lot of trouble with that, as I listen to whole albums of songs and listen to the same musical at least 5 times a day. ADHD everyday life 😔
1. War Paint (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
2. Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
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