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each morning you'd march your sisters like soldiers to school. cause lo and behold! Your father had drunk all the fuel.

[written-on-polaroids]

[mishimaphanboy]

2012-02-11 23:17:51

[0kaey]

(by Tina Negara)

[distractful]

[callauphrys]

[aeromantica]

[timid]

my neutral expression makes me look like im always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true

[begbrother-blog]

i. do not fall in love with me. for i am hungry and cruel & i will hollow you out with heavy secrets & ugly insides.

i am not beautiful, i am scarred. my mind is dusty archives with  paper thoughts that my wildfire heart has a tendency to burn.

i will burn you. i will not provide you warmth.

because i am selfish & frigid & i will steal your offered comfort.

ii. do not fall in love with me. for i am a killer.

finger pointed in a permanent pistol, i will whisper compassion with the heavy barrel of my gun.

iii. do not fall in love with me because i am cruel.

i am jealous & messy & savage & i will show you what a true monster is. i will posses you utterly.

i will suffocate you.

iv. do not fall in love with me. for i am a sadist and i will feed you my chaos affection & you  will choke.

v. do not fall in love with me. for i am a liar.

i will hurt you & crush you & scream my strength into the air between us.

i will make you feel wonderful & worthless.

vi. do not fall in love with me. for i am weak.

& i will inhale you more than the stolen oxygen in my butterfly lungs. i will rely on you with my life & i will lock my heart away inside your ribcage  because I do not trust myself with it.

vii. do not fall in love with me. for i will need you.

[diiscotechjuliet]

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[meiselr]

[aim-for-yourself]

Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away. It becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson (via aim-for-yourself)

[begbrother-blog]

se-detacher:

          “Fine.”

     Caelon was feeling like he might have been pushing the stranger too far, and he started to feel bad. So instead of making a scene, he stood up and went to another nearby table until he saw the taller sit. He then proceeded with a devilish smirk to pull the chair over directly next to the stranger.

          “How’s this?”

                in the same moment that the stranger raised himself out of the seat, scotland slipped off his jacket and sat down in it, turning slightly to rest the discarded article of clothing on the back of the chair in order to make himself more comfortable. the stranger was now an afterthought, easily discarded when scotland reached into his bag to pull out a textbook and its companion notebook, but still bothering him when it shouldn’t be. ❝ fine ? oh - yeah i suppose, fine. i don’t really care anymore. i have my seat. ❞

[begbrother-blog]

se-detacher:

“I do not think you have the right to the seat, sir.”

He was mainly doing it on purpose, now. Something about the stranger just made him want to keep talking to him, and in return keep listening to him. Caelon was being quite aggressive, though. He should not have started out in such an aggressive tone, but he could not help it at the time and he could not really just suddenly change his tone right away.

“There are plenty of other seats around. Can’t you just take one of those?”

                ❝ no ? can’t you just move or somethin’ ? ❞ his eyes are torn between staring at the watch on his wrist like it was a countdown to his death sentence, and staring at the stranger who was the one pushing him farther off the edge. when a minute ticked by he was nearly ready to lunge and punch the other as an attempt tot free his spot, but that would only lead to him being thrown out of the library - so through gritted teeth he followed an alternate route.  ❝ you’re right , there are plenty of seats. this one is unimportant to you so go find another.  ❞

[begbrother-blog]

se-detacher:

He was quite enjoying his book, but being only a few chapters in he could not stand being interrupted.

“Excuse me? Your seat? How does this seat belong to you if this is a public library?”

Normally, he would just stand up and find another seat, but this guy had the audacity to distract him from his book? No. No, that would not do at all. One of his biggest pet peeves was just that. He could not stand being interrupted when doing something he considered important.

❝ when you commit as much time to that seat as i have ... ❞ no - he stops himself because he didn’t want to make any sort of analogy about what it would be like if the other spent time in his seat , because this awful stranger would never get any more time in the spot that scotland rightfully claimed. 

he peels pack the thick layer of fabric his school uniform jacket adds to reveal his watch; it indicates to him that he is now a minute of schedule.  ❝ can’t you just leave ? i told you this was mine. ❞