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Road Music, Richard Siken / Landscape With A Blur Of Conquerers, Richard Siken

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@theshadowflowerr I'm guessing this was for me. It was in my inbox anyways
"We're not supposed to spend money on Sunday" Amity said quietly. Edric rolled his eyes "It's a milkshake, Anthony. Mom and dad are busy today anyways it's not like they'll know." Amity simply stared down at her hands folded in her lap, "It's against the rules."
WIP Silver: Chapter One
Iris knew she would end up here eventually. She just didn’t realize it would be this soon.
She huddles in the corner of the brig, her teeth chattering violently. It’s impossible for her to avoid the frozen cement stealing her body heat faster than her body can produce it. She struggled to remember how she’d gotten here but her memory was fuzzy. The last think she remembers is trying to dodge Zerich’s ships. She can only assume she’s in his brig. After that…there’s a strange blankness in her mind. She vaguely recalls Talis asking her what the hell she thought she was doing as she set a course straight for the nothingness. It was so alluring and she wanted nothing more in this world than to enter it. To let the darkness of it consume her. Even thinking about it now she feels herself becoming overwhelmed with a desperate yearning to return to it. She shakes her head trying to chase the alluring emptiness away. All she could remember was a hole in the radar. Some sort of blankness. But it was so tempting. Why did she have to fly straight into it?
Clara Bow with the baby from "IT"
I’m not crying, you’re crying
“Christine,” the Phantom murmured, bringing his skeletal hand up and caressing the side of her face. “Do you truly love me?” “I love . . .” she began, but her voice faded away. “I loved you as my Angel. My guardian. The one who taught me to sing and gave me the confidence to use my talents in front of an audience. I even found I loved you as the mysterious Opera Ghost who soundlessly travelled the theatre, sometimes leaving destruction in your wake, because I knew those ‘accidents’ had a purpose. A purpose meant for me, that you would see your dream and mine come true, and that I would be a diva. “But Erik, you set up such an ethereal connection between us. You were a spirit. A disembodied voice in my dressing room mirror. A messenger from Heaven, sent by my father. Or so I believed. But you were so much more and, at the same time, so much less, than just a man. “I beg you to understand, Erik. You’re my Phantom, my Guardian Angel, and in some ways, my God. You were meant to watch over me, protect me, and you have done this. But we were never meant to be. I’m meant to be with Raoul, for even though he is a petulant child compared to you, I see him as a man.” “But do you love me?” Erik persisted. I knew what he hoped to hear, yet at the same time, I couldn’t help wondering why he chose to torture himself this way. Christine looked away and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. It was obvious she wanted to know the truth of her words before responding. When she opened her eyes, the expression they revealed told me she’d found her answer. She met Erik’s eyes and said, “I will never love anyone the way I loved, and love, you.”
~Rendezvous at the Populaire: A Novel of Sherlock Holmes by Kate Workman

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I light up and inhale. Instantly feeling heavy but calm, like I’m a swimmer in this world with lead boots and okay with drowning.
-JLR
Hard work is a dead man’s silence
Bill Kacir
She cries at sunsets because she doesn't believe in sunrises.
Sunsets - JR