π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•π•šπ•“π•£π•’π•£π•ͺ π• π•‘π•–π•Ÿ 𝕀π•₯𝕒𝕣π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖

π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•π•šπ•“π•£π•’π•£π•ͺ π• π•‘π•–π•Ÿ 𝕀π•₯𝕒𝕣π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕗π•₯π•–π•£π•Ÿπ• π• π•Ÿ

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  β€”β€”β€” Β     ⁂  Β  Β  Quinn Β  grabbed Β  it; Β  quickly Β  turning Β  and Β  calling Β  out Β  its Β  owner's Β  name. Β  The Β  library Β  was Β  lively Β  today Β  and Β  she Β  got Β  a Β  few Β  looks. Β  Still, Β  none Β  of Β  those Β  eyes Β  belonged Β  to Β  who Β  she Β  was Β  looking Β  for. Β  The Β  sophomore Β  crossed Β  her Β  arms Β  over Β  her Β  chest Β  and Β  started Β  walking Β  to Β  the Β  double-doored Β  exit. Β  She Β  liked Β  attention. Β  Not Β  glares. Β  Quinn Β  popped Β  her Β  head Β  past Β  the Β  frame, Β  looking Β  left, Β  looking Β  right. Β  They Β  hadn't Β  gotten Β  far. Β 

                                               ❝   Hey!   You forgot this.   ❞

π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•π•šπ•“π•£π•’π•£π•ͺ π• π•‘π•–π•Ÿ 𝕀π•₯𝕒𝕣π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖

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2 years ago

ironlvngsΒ·:

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Β  Β  Β  at her response, he holds his hand up to his heart, acting out as though he was pulling a dagger out of his chest, with a grin painted on his lips. he could tell that quinn never trusted him β€” she was a smart girl, and it didn’t surprise him that she chose not to trust him. but the suspicion grew when greer disappeared, and it got him beginning to wonder if she thought he had anything to do with that.Β 

Β  Β  he reaches out his pack of cigarettes, gesturing for her to take one.Β β€œ be my guest. i’m curious to see what trick that is β€” all of mine are limited to dorm room tricks, i’m afraid. ”

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Β Β Β  Β  Β Β Β  Β  Β Β Β "i Β  doubt Β  that." Β  she Β  added Β  while Β  walking Β  over, Β  taking Β  a Β  cigarette Β  from Β  the Β  pack Β  offered. Β  quinn Β  gestured Β  for Β  link Β  to Β  follow Β  her Β  and Β  began Β  leading Β  them Β  away Β  from Β  the Β  main Β  set Β  of Β  lockers Β  and Β  around Β  the Β  corner Β  to Β  a Β  fully Β  tiled Β  shower Β  area. Β  there Β  were Β  some Β  cubicles Β  adjacent Β  to Β  the Β  wall, Β  for Β  those Β  who Β  craved Β  privacy, Β  and Β  for Β  those Β  who Β  didn't;Β Β Β a Β  typical Β  offering Β  of Β  an Β  open Β  rectangle Β  of Β  densely Β  packed Β  riser Β  rails. Β  she Β  twisted Β  their Β  dials Β  one Β  by Β  one, Β  being Β  careful Β  not Β  to Β  get Β  splashed, Β  and Β  turned Β  back Β  to Β  link Β  with Β  a Β  cheeky Β  smile Β  before Β  sitting Β  in Β  the Β  middle Β  of Β  the Β  short Β  curb Β  that Β  acted Β  as Β  a Β  dam Β  for Β  the Β  run-off. Β  "blow Β  your Β  smoke Β  towards Β  the Β  running Β  water. Β  it Β  dissipates Β  it Β  before Β  it Β  can Β  reach Β  the Β  alarm Β  out Β  there Β  and Β  stops Β  the Β  smell Β  from Β  clinging."

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2 years ago
Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself.
Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself.

Don’t be so hard on yourself.


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2 years ago

kitkallbergΒ·:

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Bonk! The impact of whatever that was knocked Kit’s head forward, the sudden movement uncomfortable on his neck. β€œOw…” From the sound of the thump, he was guessing what assaulted him was one of those beach balls people were throwing around. His hand sought the place where it struck, fingers rubbing at the base of his skull. Who the heck? He turned around. A look of surprise bloomed on his features when he saw who the culprit was. Or at least strongly might have been. β€œQuinn, was that you?” Even under the influence of something, Kit knew to be doubtful. Quinn wasn’t exactly the type after all.

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Β Β Β  Β  Β Β Β  Β  Β Β Β she Β  blinked Β  incredulously Β  in Β  response Β  to Β  kit's Β  query Β  and Β  then, Β  for Β  dramatic Β  effect, Β  turned Β  to Β  look Β  behind Β  herself Β  while Β  laying Β  her Β  palm Β  over Β  her Β  sternum. Β  "who Β  β€” Β  me?" Β  the Β  blonde Β  continued, Β  "of Β  course Β  not." Β  being Β  the Β  ever-confident Β  liar Β  she Β  was, Β  quinn Β  took Β  the Β  hand Β  from Β  her Β  chest Β  and Β  used Β  it Β  to Β  point Β  behind Β  her Β  shoulder. Β  "i'm Β  sure Β  it Β  came Β  from Β  over Β  there. Β  are Β  you Β  injured?"

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3 years ago

*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

2 years ago

β€œAm I free? There is some thing still holding me. Or am I holding it?”

β€” Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva (via feral-ballad)


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2 years ago
And in the mornings we were still hungry. And we said: hunger is the eye of the needle and the point of the needle. It is the knot you can’t loosen. It is the red light between your fingers when you hold your hand to the sun. It is the vast eye of the needle. Hunger is the sun huge and empty at noon. The thread pulled through your own lips, under and over and under and over. It is the gulping eye of the needle. Hunger is the mouth of the flooded river, too wide to hold itself. It is the stones worn smooth in the gizzard. It is the mouth of the needle. It is the cold throat of the needle. The circling bird, high, high, a hook against the sky. Hunger is the crescent moon, sharp as a broken bone. It is the forest, felled. The knot in the thread and the stitch pulled too tight. The second hand turning on the white face of the watch while the hour hand never moves. Hunger is the gizzard stones grinding themselves to sand. The broken bone caught in your throat. The whittled wood. The bone pecked clean. The swallowed needle, the swallowed river. If you take your hunger in your arms it will never let you go. Take your hunger in your arms.

Catherine Chidgey, from 'Remote Sympathy'

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