goodness friend just told me they appreciated my passion over being mad about racism in the comic book fandom i’m a puddle on the floor watch how i leak down a drain never to be seen again
what if i wrote a religious horror story
what if my next writing project once exams are over is short little horror stories based on popular urban legends
pzvk: everyone writes their lives as if they’re the most tortured person on the planet and that no one could ever come close to understanding them or their pain ‘i dont trust easily, so dont make me regret trusting you’ ‘i care too much and it always hurts me’ ‘i prefer to be alone, reality scares me’ we all hear you we hear you because you’re echoing our own words we write the same things...
Haiku for a Cold You
rightwritecj: To come home to you, a cool breeze from the window whispering nothing, silhouetting you and this empty, cold, dark room, I could love a warmth.
how does he live, when a visceral kind of lust is his driving force
their eyes meet over the liver of some woman and slowly they laugh
you smile with red teeth and it hits me that someone’s blood is on your chin
therealvagabondking replied to your post: therealvagabondking replied to your post: . i’ve… interesting. well, thank you for thinking of me. unless it was during a poop. Ah well, you’ll be glad to hear that it wasn’t then.
therealvagabondking replied to your post: . i’ve been back for a while, Newt. dear god, then happy belated welcome back or something weirdest thing, i was just wondering the other day where you had gone
i’m sorry darling for these dry hands that make you cringe when i run them down your spine i don’t mean to be this person that hurts those i love even though sometimes i do mean it, i mean but not with you never with you because you make me better and i suppose i need that someone to smooth my rough around the edges self my angry, bitter, spiteful self
They sit on Sadie’s bed, wrapping their sweaters around them to block out the winter air. Alex likes Sadie’s place, a lot, but it’s always too cold in the winter, and deathly hot in the summer. She figures that’s what happens with ground apartments. “Anyway, I’m just saying, I mean. I don’t know what I’m saying. Do you think there’s something...
bought myself a plant today i’m hoping this pushes me to keep the blinds open more often because sunlight is good for you this is toby
how the language of man fails when inconveniently my thoughts are most cumbersome and weary so that i am left with a voice that will not be heard over the white noise of my pulse in my ears
realisticallyoptimistic: A horn sounds and she is caught The girl who played with traffic toy cars and trucks crashing Spindly little girl turned into the woman who played with lives Destroying bridges and burning roads she had a universe in her hands Until she played no longer
Analysis comes naturally to you. You are the wonder of those who look at you, not for your looks, but for the effortlessness with which you slip important papers in and out of pockets, like dolphins gliding in and out of hot ocean currents. Aesthetically you’re admittedly nothing special, but no one is, right? Genetic variation is genetic mutation. You are your father’s incubated,...
The dawn waits for no one, not even us, as we burn down the city. The fire ignites our bones and we cry for the beauty of it. We dance and sing and scream and laugh, and when the sun comes up, we hang ourselves in sorrow. But then comes the nightfall once more, and it begins again.
we sat in the dark and loved each other until the moon died on us
this story starts and ends with a heart attack the first when i was five, and the old family butler died of one the last when i was thirty-five and i’m in afghanistan, and there’s a piece of shrapnel crawling through my chest, on its way to my heart spoiler alert: i don’t die but that’s pretty much where my story ends after that i live in a static condition, my heart...
it’s reflected in your bluest eyes the smoke from the end of my cancer stick hold your breath baby, you won’t like this you blink and that’s the most i’ve seen your face move in the last hour but then you take a breath and frown we have until the embers are out that’s about the most sense you ever make but...
He does it only when he’s angry. He takes what he knows about the people around him, the little things, the big things, and he manipulates it. He takes control of them, hurts them as best he can. And oh how he revels in it. How he enjoys that feeling of power. He knows with a few well said words he can take his friend down. With a memory, he can destroy his mother. At night, he sits in bed...
[[MORE]] Not sure why I have no tolerance for things. My little sister has reached a point in her life where she’s fucked up real bad. She needs support from her family if things get as serious as they may get. She needs a support group, she needs understanding, and I sit at the dinner table, resisting the urge to roll my eyes and laugh. Not because of the situation, I understand the grave...
i don’t want to be here anymore
she had summer red hair, so i kissed her until we both stopped breathing
Last night, she woke up screaming into her pillow first time in years She took a deep breath and tried not to drown in fear because it wasn’t real and she was safe and he was dead and she didn’t give a damn Because it felt real anyway
[[MORE]]My birthday is coming up in 11 days. I’m not sure how that makes me feel. It’s a big one. With adulthood comes responsbilities. I should be excited, I can finally go to bars with my friends without having to lie about my age, I can vote, I can do a whole bunch of things that most kids younger than me wish they could do. But I’m not excited about that. I’m not...
Is is possible to be attracted to someone’s personality, and not be physically attracted to them.
Sometimes I think I’ll be okay not doing sciences. But sometimes, I can’t picture myself doing anything else. And that scares me. Because what do I do it I don’t make it through this year? Find a way to get past it? I suppose, but I put things in perspective by thinking “Will this matter in a year?” Yes. Yes, it will because this decides what I do with my life. This...
theunsluttyalleycat asked: Random suggestion: something about temptation We sat in a field of grass, staring at the ducks swimming in the river. He had blood in his veins, blood in his mouth, as I listened to him talk about his favourite serial killers. He had no originality, with Jack the Ripper being his number one. But then again, neither did I, with Charles Manson being mine. I studied the...
I’m going on a mini-hiatus again. For some reason, tumblr didn’t show me I had new messages, so I didn’t see any of your prompts. I promise, promise, promise I’ll get back to them when I get back next week. Until then, have a great week!
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a love letter
A dirty love letter, if you please. I’m remembering that one time; post cries of ecstasy and curled toes. We lay in the sheets, openly naked and tangled in each other, you wrapped around me like a question mark sitting at the bottom of my spine. You gave me a smile as you lit the cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. I inhaled it from your lungs and swallowed it from your mouth with a...
A series on Love
creativecloud: There are four ways to fall in love: 1. You two can meet at the best possible time in your lives. You can meet underneath the stars at a late-night party, underneath fireworks on the pier of Port O’Connor looking over the beach-front as the red sparks burst between the stars and the smell of barbecue makes its way into your nose and around your body wrapping it in warmth and...
Los corazones también pueden tener explosiones estelares?