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and after saying it with flowers, she commited harry carry. ind, sel, priv ophelia from w shakespeare's hamlet as loved by daisy.
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ophelia at university. a few thoughts.
she’d study botany at trinity in dublin -- something neither polonius or laertes is comfortable with, what with her shaky knowledge of english and with their sheer over protectiveness, but ophelia puts their minds at rest and attends english classes in the months leading up, so that she’s comfortable in her understanding.
she’d live in halls in the first year, and struggles immensely with it. she gets awfully homesick, misses hamlet terribly and cries a lot, but anytime anyone calls her she tells them it’s all okay. this is partially because she’s stubborn and fought with her father to go, but also because she doesn’t want to bother anyone.
thankfully, polonius has money so she’s able to fly home every reading week. laertes visits her in dublin, but their father ventures over only once or twice.
she would have a few friends, but is so homesick she’d rarely go out.
this miserableness aside, ophelia excels in her chosen field -- she gets outstanding grades on all assignments and shows a true passion for the subject.
however, someone takes notice of ophelia’s mental state and convinces her to think of attending school closer to home -- she ends up studying at the department of botany and biodiversity at vienna for the last two years of her degree, excelling there too, especially in the division of tropical ecology and animal biodiversity -- she’s able to pick up her learning here thanks to the strings that both polonius and hamlet pull.
she finishes university with a first and sobs at her own graduation.
her masters isn’t plant related --- she then goes into a two year masters program about classical music and graduates with much the same grade.
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where the heck is daisy? a blog call.
@butfair / ophelia from w. shakespeare’s hamlet. med act.
@trblesme / all female multi-muse. med act.
@illregal / crime boss oc. low act.
@forgavehim / victorian oc. low act.
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a reminder that @butmad is fantastic and smashed their ap lit exam today and i am a proud daisy!
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“ BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY ! “
ind crime boss oc. temp dash only. by daisy.
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“I seek to be the sun. I want to be the kind of girl who brings flowers to bloom, to have my bones be made of pure light.”
— k.a.
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Moodboards | Cities | F l o r e n c e, Italy
↳ “And when I thought of Florence, it was like a miracle city embalmed.” - Marcel Proust
+ requested by @therepublicofletters
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Armani Privé f/w 2013-2014 couture
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@butmad gets me on call to read shake/speare and always makes me melt and turn into a soft pile of daisy-goo and i’m only partly okay with that !!
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* butmad /
AMLETH QUICKLY MOVES TO STAND WITH HER, still practically glued to the hip of his beloved, brows creased in concern for the weeping angel! he knew how hard it was to deal with the death of a loved one, especially someone as close to them as rosie. ophelia knew, too. silently, amleth knew he’d do anything to cheer her up after this. for a moment, he brought her in against his chest, giving her a kiss on the forehead and embracing her tight.
“don’t worry, darling. she’ll be so happy to see you. she won’t be scared anymore one you’re with her. okay?” wanting to go in but not wanting to push her to go when she’s not ready, amleth pulled away a little bit, a hand holding her shoulder. “don’t worry, ophelia. i will be right here the whole time. you and i will make it through this.”
he is so tender with her anguish, so loving and for a brief flicker of time she wonders if he’s merely returning a favour, paying her back for all the soothing she did when he suffered his own loss... but she knows he is loving for the mere fact that he does truly feel so deeply for her. brows knit as he moves away a little and ophelia nods gently, “ we will... we will. for her. “ a sharp inhale, she turns to the door and considers it for a second, then heads in, her fingers entangled with his. he was there, he wasn’t leaving.
and there she is. the newfoundland dog ophelia adored so much, subdued and confused, her great head resting ‘pon soft paws, large eyes questioning the tears that stained ophelia’s cheeks. her hand tightens around hamlet’s, her breath hitching as she fights tears, “ hello my darling.. oh, look at you! “ an attempt at a smile, kneeling at the table and running her fingers through the thick fur of her sweet friend, “ i’m going to stay here, hm? stay with you... you’re going to.. um.. sleep? for -- for -- “ her words choke and the girl begins to weep once more, forehead resting against the edge of the table, “ oh, rosie. “ the vet was ready, it was all in place.. but ophelia had trouble with this particular goodbye.
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* belovcdlies /
“indeed – ‘tis a gift. do you find verbenas pleasing, miss ?”
“ aye, good sir. verbenas.. for happiness, creativity.. and something else that escapes my mind at present. “ her smile is so sweet, looking up at him, “ did you pick them from the garden, or bring them yourself? one will get you scolded by my father ; the other praised. “
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“ o’ you are sweet.. are these for me? “
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a starter call.
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