private and selective independent count pierre bezukhov of tolstoy's war & peace.
❝ pierre was a great gentleman, the rather blind and absurd husband of a distinguished wife, a clever crank who did nothing but harmed nobody and was a first-rate, good-natured fellow. but a complex and difficult process of internal development was taking place all this time in pierre's soul, revealing much to him and causing him many spiritual doubts and joys.
hi i didn’t mean to go missing for two weeks but my best friend was in town and then i got food poisoning so i’ve been out of commission. i’m gonna try and do some stuff this weekend but i’m still on the mend from the stomach bug from hell, pls bear with me & hmu for starters, thx
AGE: 21 BIGGEST FEAR: clowns. also that all life is pointless and my entire existence is inconsequential to the universe CURRENT TIME: 17:34 DRINK YOU LAST HAD: sunkist EVERY DAY STARTS WITH: an existential crisis FAVORITE SONG: ???? who tf do u think i am, i can’t pick!!!!!! GHOSTS, ARE THEY REAL?: ye IN LOVE WITH: poetry, windy days KILLED SOMEONE: ??? LAST TIME YOU CRIED: prob sometime within the last week MIDDLE NAME: lee NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: three ONE WISH: the sweet embrace of death PERSON YOU LAST CALLED/TEXT: my friend amelia QUESTIONS YOU ARE ALWAYS ASKED: ‘where are you from?’ such is the life of the ethnically ambiguous RELIGION: agnostic, culturally jewish SONG LAST SANG: be that as it may –– the get down ost TIME YOU WOKE UP: 07:20 UNDERWEAR COLOR: grey VACATION DESTINATION: french riviera WORST HABIT: all of them X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD:
i’ve had so many??? dental/wrists and ankles/feet/back/etc YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: shawarma ZODIAC SIGN: taurus
name : jack nickname : none???? jackin from a Friend™ gender : male pronouns : he/him zodiac : taurus birthday : april 25 sexuality : biromantic demisexual country : america (unfortunately) religion : cultrally jewish, religiously agnostic hogwarts house : slytherin MBTI : infj
DESPITE ALL HER SENSE, MASHA WEATHERED HER DISAPPOINTMENT. a visit from the prince was improbable, nearing impossible, yet all the same she had so wished for it since climbing into the carriage the night before. the air then had seemed brighter against her cheeks and the moon wiser in its shimmering light. she had not slept, the remembrance of his touch still burning on her back. ❛ if he does come, papa, it shall be only to see and talk with you as he does. there is no reason to suspect that he might speak of anything with regard to me. ❜ but even as she spoke, marya’s lips curved again into the smile her father must have known so well in his wife’s face. ❛ perhaps he may thank you for the tutor, that his toes were spared any injury. ❜
PIERRE COULD NOT HELP BUT SMILE incredulously, while simultaneously shaking his head. he knew the look he had seen on nikolai’s face the night before all too well; it was the same look andrei had given natasha all those years ago. he would be a fool to think that nikolai’s expression meant anything less than his father’s did, that nikolai had not fallen for his daughter in the same way his father had for masha’s mother. it was, perhaps ( as he had told his wife in the privacy of their own room when they had arrived home the night before ), a strange plot the universe had drum up to finally bring a failed love to fruition. and who were they to deny their daughter, and the universe, such satisfaction?‘ you, my dearest little one, are a most wonderful young woman. i do not doubt that niki saw the same last night and that, when he does call upon me –– which he will –– he will make such a fact known without a moment’s hesitation. ’
