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want to hear something that scared the shit out of me? i researched the invention of the internet and the whole coding behind it...only just realised though that the internet is only ten years older than me. i. feel. so. fucking. old.

writing at 2am, listening to claire de lune, wishing my lover had fallen asleep beside me tonight.

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Heya, my name is Unity/Ares, just...well. you pressed the link so, you know what to do! I'm 15, biologically female, green eyes, 5'3, auburn

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when i identify as queer and get told i’m promoting people being called slur words like uhhhh that’s my whole identity you just knocked lmao i know a lot of gay people or people in the lgbtq+ community and a lot HATE the word queer but they would never judge me or say i’m wrong for wanting to be seen at that rather than fully labelled as biromantic asexual genderfluid biologically female. bitch i’m just queer.

anyway q*eer is a slur and privileged liberals made everyone believe its OK to call everyone that cause they watched a Ted talk in 2017. and if you don't know why at this point that's a you problem. look it up. or better yet, go the fuck out and talk to a LGBT person older than 30. unacceptable.

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

Tell me that I haven’t fallen for the most romantic thing ever.

Persuasion (by Jane Austen) has an exhaustingly beautiful and sort of haunting loving feel that drifts through the air, and actually, makes me long for a romance to stir me out of my sorrows.

A few lines of the letter that really catch me are these,

“I am half agony, half hope.”

“I have loved none but you.”

“For you alone, I think and plan.”

“You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of the voice when they would be lost on others.”

You cannot tell me that is not romantic. To see a kiss, to share a kiss , to hear others recollect their memories of youth and love...makes me wonder why I let myself down and let go of the one who captivates my heart every time I hear their name. Even a thought of every second we spent together, any moment that arrives to my mind...makes my heart beat faster and makes me feel in a daze again...but then I feel my heart sink, because they are no longer with me. They no longer have me in their mind.

Jane Austen’s words are too powerful for my weak frame of mind, I fear.

Perhaps I will move onto the Brontë sisters for this week.

this user desperately needs attention and affection at all times

can we go on a picnic now, mi amor?