Serpent Prince and Serpent King

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@batbeaten
Serpent Prince and Serpent King
if u call me baby in that soft voice i’ll do whatever u want me to do
how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?
rewriitethestory:
There’s a delay before Nancy joins in the cheering, wondering how he can stand to sit on the sidelines when he clearly wants to be up there playing with the rest, “School has been one of the things I can deal with at the moment if I’m honest.”
of course it hurts not to play. he misses the days he could just pick up a bat, hit the ball hard, and run like nothing else mattered. now when he runs he feels like someone is trying to take his leg off. still, he smiles as he looks at the team, a sort of proud parent look. “that’s good. i mean, that you have something that’s good. other shit botherin’ you?”
What the hell are you doing?
Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?
Dear Atlas, when you fell in love with the sky, did you ever think you would bear the weight of it?
and when it fell on your hands did it hurt your heart or your back // L.H.Z (via interstel)
80sroids:
at his questions , shoulders raise and lower in a shrug ‘ i’ll be honest —— i have no idea . i just know every time i crank it up , it sounds like a horse dying . that’s BAD right ? ’
“dying horse, eh?” he says, laughing quietly. “well it’s not good. probably somethin’ to do with the engine. i’ll get her all fixed by the morning, okay? can i take ya home?”
I just saw a kid yell ‘fuck off’ at the top of his lungs and then his phone started ringing so he picked it up like 2 fucking milliseconds after it started ringing and said “hi mama” in the softest god damn voice I’ve ever heard
I love you. That’s the main thing. That’s what I want you to know.
Martha Gellhorn, “Letter to Ernest Hemingway”
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if you don’t eat your girl’s pussy i will
bratsitter:
‘ what’s this look for, huh? ’ peering up from under a fan of pale lashes ; there’s that famous dimpled smile ( pink lipstick long since been rubbed away on the rim of a half empty wine glass ). the tip of her finger traces over the line of his jaw ; keenly aware of how CLOSE they are on the couch ( like HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS ; no space between them ) . his arm tossed carelessly around her shoulders and she’s curled in close to his side ; a picture of INTIMACY. HEAT breaks across her cheeks. ‘ i say something FUNNY? ’ accent THICK beneath the warm fog of alcohol.
* @batbeaten
he doesn’t even realise he was smiling down at her until she says something. “what?” he says, brows furrowing in confusion for a moment. he laughs quietly, taking another swig of the whiskey next to him. “i don’t know,” he says truthfully, looking back down at her. he runs his fingers through her blonde hair, a feeling of calm serenity settling over him. “i just think i love you,” he says, looking at her seriously for a moment.
She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via theliteraryjournals)
mikey: loves his babysitter friends @bratsitter @bbysittr
you fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
insp.