_{THIS IS A MAINS CALL}! !!

^{SO !! i’m working on my mains page (and while i already have a few on it),
LIKE THIS POST if you want to be my MAIN ! ! !}

^{TAG DROP // canon divergent verse,, THE AFTERLIFE}

murderfiend:

sophielikestowrite .

_{i want a fucking serial killer plot like say muse a and muse b have been dating for the longest fucking time, they’re totally in love, and then at like 2 am one night, muse b comes back home fuckin covered in blood like “ok usually i have time to clean up, you weren’t supposed to see me like this but they had 911 on speed dial and i had to come home” and it’s muse a like oh, oh shit i’m in love with a serial killer and muse b like well fuck the love of my life knows i’ve killed like so many people and idk i feel like this could go places u know}

^{i have lowkey duplicate anxiety but i am still very much okay with duplicates !! we can talk about our muses,, we can even have like a duplicate verse or some shit,, idk it’s just that i see so many duplicates on this site and i’m,, shy,, and?? this is just so u know i’m ok with it like bro hmu lets get to know each other}

unxlterable:

        “ ^{i fell into a train of serious REFLEXION and self examination ; endeavored to investigate whether I had acted consonantly to the χαλου χαι αγαθου , and fulfilled the duties of a GOOD citizen in this transaction —} ”

JOHN LAURENS –

^{independent & selective & private
historical & musical based
written by abbey}

– BEAUTIFUL AND GOOD

lifeinpoetry:

— you said your heart
was a trapdoor

               we kept falling through.

— Rebecca Lindenberg, from “Tumult,” Love, an Index

suntrusted-a-deactivated2017050:

^{❛ ONE COPPER COIN FOR A BOWL OF NOODLES. || ❛ ACCEPTING.} 

^{aching, it fills heart, sadness pooling in eyes. broken soul, how she feels for him, wishing to put back what has fallen apart. gentle fingers, they intertwine with his, bringing comfort, hands lifted and brought to lips. curls closer, wishing to remove any pain that lingers in heart, what she wouldn’t give to make him happy. ❛ i truly hope you mean a bottle of water —- ❜ he doesn’t, she knows. attempts to lighten mood, nervous laughter, not the usual one laced with joy. margarita worries over him, constantly, burning through mind and soul.} 

^{sad smile, it overcomes features, hands leaving his to cup freckled cheeks, thumbs stroking skin. eyes shut, going to press forehead against his, heart racing. how nervous he makes her, boldness dwindling, replaced with shyness uncommon for the youngest schuyler. ❛ you’ll call me —- right ? whenever you feel the need to drink an entire bottle. ❜ a pause, words barely above whispers, worrisome gestures. she could kiss him, lean in a few inches —- instead, pulls away, hands still placed upon cheeks. ❛ i’m always here. ❜}