ze•mos•zi:
→ a particularly elegant keysmash
‘‘ 

Anger walks into a bar and I’m
halfway in love.
There’s no joke here. I leave
my beer sweating on the counter
and ask them to dance.

Anger comes home with me,
looks too long at my gentle
knuckles and cries.
They say sorry, I say
‘Let’s just sleep together’.

I bite Anger’s lip bloody
because I can’t control myself.
Because I just really, really need
this.
Anger asks to go slow, asks
me to be gentle.
Anger melts in my hands like
a warmth I never wanted, falling
onto the pillow beside me
and laughing.

Anger falls asleep with their head
on my chest, solid and heavy and
too familiar, while the silence
inside me starts
to growl like the starving thing
it is.

I thought I had something to
feed it; something to let it
tear itself to shreds with, but
it turns out I’m the only
pair of sharp teeth in the room.

Turns out Anger only wanted
a place to sleep.

—— Caitlyn Siehl, One Night Stand (via alonesomes)
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(Source: aclashofcaps)

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i never understood
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and i realized 
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
but instead
you chose to kiss

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radreyna:

mermaid party with ella <3

part 1 it’s about mermaid party

(Source: sybilaramkin)

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(Source: poppunkandsoup)

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weissrabbit:

Roadtrip AU where we run away from home problems, steal and deface signs, and fall in love along the way

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i-need-that-seat:

iapollogise:

I love pirates because they have no concept on albeism. oh you have no leg? here have a peg leg. no hand?? well guess we gotta put a hook on that, give those sons of bitches a surprise. Blind in one eye, put an eyepatch on no one fucking cares, youre deaf??? go man the canons you glorious bastard.They dont care if youre disabled bcus as long as you can fuck shit up they literally dont fucking care.

I never thought about it this way. This is beautiful.

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(Source: lovinglines)

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brandonsanderson:

silverconstellations:

Some mistcloak-inspired outfits!

GAAAWDS D: i would totally wear sth like this >.< THE LAST ONE IS JUST PERFECT

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Anonymoussaid
Describe the color red without using the word red.

backshelfpoet:

Red [red]

noun

1. Murder on the sidewalk. My mother’s favorite cherry candy. The sun at ten p.m. on a summer night. Warning, danger. Warning, I love you. Warning, heart like the bloodiest thing you’ve ever seen. Roses. Cranberries. Fire on a beach, fueled with booze and brandy. Fire in an apartment building, fueled with booze and brandy. Fire in your throat. Fire behind your teeth.

2. Her mouth when she kisses you 
and it tastes like someone else.

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neil-gaiman:

n0wens:

Rattle his bones

Over the stones

It’s only a pauper

Who nobody owns

Words taken from Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book - one of my absolute favourites. I had the poem inscribed on a set of four rings.

neil-gaiman

Wow.

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brkteenlib:

cheshirelibrary:

Map of the City Where Every Novel Takes Place

[via electricliterature.com]

In this bookish city, Animal Farm is a farm off of Wuthering Heights road. The park system includes Lunar Park, Jurassic Park, Mansfield Parkand The Asphalt Jungle. You can go hiking At the Mountains of Madness and Cold Mountain, or take a dip in Dead Lagoon.

Designed by Dorothy, you can purchase the map as a 60cm x 80cm print

Amazing.

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poweroverangels:

| At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet |

The student and the showgirl. He watches her almost every night, maps the lines of her body with his eyes and tries to reproduce that beauty in his writings but he never can.

She finds his flowers in her dressing room, catches his eye in a crowded theatre and smiles, she does not love him but she is content to let him love her.

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