What's so intriguing about a sunset?
It reminds us the important ones always come back. People, things, and the sun.
~Sophia
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What once was.
the secret history fanfic || masterpost
"My mother and Henry's used to be friends and they would always take us to Pennsylvania in the summer, back when we were kids. We were the best of friends, inseparable... Henry was a chubby but tall boy, three years older than me. I was a frail but loud girl, very outgoing. We used to play at a creek, where my father had installed us a swing. One day Henry got in a terrible car crash and... he almost died. I went back to Greece, completely losing touch with him. Nothing could prepare me for the fact that I was to meet him again at college."
Warnings; possibility of smut, nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma, triggering themes in general, mentions of abandonment, physical injuries, mental health issues, self harm, drug abuse, smoking, homophobic people from the 80's, some very cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that have to do with death, very descriptive, pov changes, paganism, it's the secret history so you know what to expect...
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It's strange to think how easily people understand your poems but they never understand your problems.
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Wine, roses and glass
Something’s rotten in my mind
I could never love these hands, this smile
So I summoned ghosts to help me out
I let them crush and burn this house.
Now there’s an image that haunts
A reflection I cannot see
A shattered mirror on the floor
That used to be me.
From wine, roses and glass
I will rebuild, repaint, retouch
Sing the song I used to sing
I’ll listen for a lonely echo in the dark
Because that’s where I’ll always be.
~ A. A. Roman
Thank you @lexiklecksi for suggesting this concept!!
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If you trust them too much, words are intoxicants. Art. Insane.
Sophia via IG veiled midnight
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To know you grew up. To know you have grown up and will continue growing up to be older than them, than him. It was comfortable knowing that the world might end at seventeen. But now you're older, older than that. Older than the comfort characters you thought you fit in with... It's a subtle, bittersweet ache in my chest. I'm happy, but also sad. I want to cry, but also laugh.
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