# 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧 ― A Private, Independent Multi-muse Writing Blog For A Myriad

good morning dash!

i'll be on discord most of the day so feel free to stop by and ask for my s/n and we can plot or yell or whatever!

turning this into a multi, please unfollow if you'd like

said fuck it and took the week off from running

anon is on but ONLY so you can suggest muses for me to add <3

" you're not planning on wearing that, are you? "

Elizabeth Lail as Guinevere Beck — in You S01 E02 "The Last Nice Guy in New York"

@ferrandor [ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : where are you?

[ TXT ] : cassian?

[ TXT ] : whatever you need, i'm here, just ask.

wowie zowie

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❝ i wouldn’t find the need to tell you ‘i told you so’ if you weren’t so allergic to admitting i’m right—but by all means, keep walking into walls just to prove a point. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on, but i’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, so this one? this one suits me just fine. ❞

❝ would you come with me? i know i could go alone, but everything feels a little less terrifying when you’re beside me. ❞

❝ that’s not the worst thing i’ve ever heard, but it’s definitely in the top ten—and i’ve been to family dinners. ❞

❝ i would love to help you, truly, but i’m currently suffering from a terminal case of 'not my problem' and my doctor says there’s no cure. ❞

❝ could you, for just one second, think about someone other than yourself? i’m not asking for a miracle—just a moment of humanity. ❞

❝ i’m not going to stand here and argue with you about how badly you need rest. when you crash, don’t expect me to catch you. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up? there’s only so much self-centered rambling a person can survive in one sitting. ❞

❝ i know i need help. i know. but asking for it feels like walking into battle without armor—give me a second to find the words. ❞

❝ do you know where we’re going? or are we just letting the chaos guide us now? ❞

❝ i’m trusting you with this. that’s not something i give away easily, so please—don’t make me regret it. ❞

❝ do you like it here? not the place—the moment. the quiet. me. ❞

❝ are you still happy? and i don’t mean surface-level smiles and small talk. i mean really, truly happy. with me. with this. ❞

❝ i didn’t lie to you. i just told the truth in a way that made it easier to swallow. if that’s betrayal, then maybe you never wanted honesty—just comfort. ❞

❝ do you even like spending time with me anymore? because lately, it feels like all we do is circle the same argument and call it conversation. ❞

❝ one of us is going to have to be honest eventually, and i’m starting to think it’s going to have to be me—again. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something. something real. something raw. but i keep getting caught in the storm of my own hesitation. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type, i think i’d still find a way to make you worship me. or at least remember me in your prayers. ❞

❝ don’t tell me to stop being dramatic. it’s the only thing that makes this unbearable mess of a life remotely entertaining. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me, or were you just hoping i’d eventually give up trying to read your mind? ❞

❝ i never needed you to fix me. i just needed you to stay when i was falling apart. but even that was too much, wasn’t it? ❞

❝ sometimes i think you love the version of me that only exists in your head. the quiet one. the easy one. the one who doesn’t talk back. ❞

❝ i’m tired of being the bigger person. it’s lonely up here and the view isn’t even worth it. ❞

❝ you don’t get to disappear and then waltz back in like you didn’t shatter something on your way out. ❞

❝ if you wanted to hurt me, congratulations. you did it with terrifying precision. ❞

❝ it’s not that i don’t care anymore—it’s just that caring has become exhausting. ❞

❝ i don’t know what we are anymore. i don’t know if we ever really knew. ❞

❝ you keep saying everything’s fine like you’re trying to hypnotize me into believing it. ❞

❝ loving you felt like setting myself on fire and pretending it was candlelight. ❞

❝ i keep telling myself it’ll get better, but i’m starting to wonder if that’s just another bedtime story i made up to survive. ❞

❝ you can’t just say ‘i’m sorry’ and expect everything to go back to the way it was. apologies aren’t time machines. ❞

❝ you left. and somehow, i’m still the one who feels guilty. ❞

❝ i didn’t push you away. you just stopped reaching out. there’s a difference. ❞

okay chat how are we doing