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“She talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are: Where have you been all my life? they ask. Where have I been all my life? she replies.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Good Bones and Simple Murders; “Let Us Now Praise Stupid Women,”

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“A captain goes down with her ship. A captain goes down for her ship.”

This is Your Captain Speaking

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#➤ — aesthetics. #nsfw * #queue

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bloody knuckles

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tentatively bringing back eldera as very low activity.

don't hold out too much hope, uni break is about to end and i'm barely active on @voidb0und as is, but hey, the pirate's back.

#self reblog #just a reminder

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#➤ — aesthetics.

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Anton Chekhov/Friedrich Nietzsche/Kate Chopin/Nikita Gill/Qin Zihao

#➤ — musings. #long post * #queue

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hi. small starter call. capping at 5.

#➤ — interest.

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 #WOLFSBRINE ━━━ YOU ARE AT WAR WITH YOURSELF             caught between what you truly are                                                    and what you’re supposed to be.

ind, priv & sel ffxiv original character ━━━ ELDERA WOLFSHEART. howled by fiery.  ©

#➤ — self promo.

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tentatively bringing back eldera as very low activity.

don't hold out too much hope, uni break is about to end and i'm barely active on @voidb0und as is, but hey, the pirate's back.

#➤ — out of character.

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i want to tear you apart and lay your shame bare;   the moon illuminates your flesh and you will learn hungry dogs are never loyal

the wrath of artemis // d.n.b (via beholdingslut)

#quotes #➤ — musings.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Exiled”, Collected Poems

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Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “The drowned children”

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Your bones ache on the brink of morning. You split open. I am warning you and I warned you. You disarm. I tell you and I told you. You undress. You divest. You come undone. I had predicted this. All of it dissolved, suddenly: no birth

— Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting The Stone of Madness (tr, Yvette Siegert)

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