▌x. ❛ one wound.

( bluer than velvet )         was the night. softer than satin was the light from the stars.  she wore blue velvet; bluer than velvet were her eyes. warmer than may,  her tender sighs. ▌x. ❛ indie wendy darling !  written by mabel. links to the left.

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                    ❛ – no. ❜

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                                 ❝ what is that supposed to mean, no? ❞                she’s used to it now, from every kind on the island.  ❝ no, you’d                not like to discuss the weather? well, me neither. ❞

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♖

♖ : having their hair washed.

                                 wendy cringed at the first touch.  peter didn’t do gentle;    but the temptation was hard to fight.  her neck had started to go slack,  her    head following the movement of his fingers.  her lips parted, but they didn’t    follow orders.  wendy was trying so hard to ask  why?  but the sound refu-    sed to come out.  instead she waited,  closed her eyes.  peter could kill her,     she realized.  he could wrap his hands around her neck & snap.  be done   with it,  wendy thought.  with a small noise,  her hand wrapped around his    wrist,  her neck stretched out and her head in his hands.

                                           ❝ why are you being so good? ❞

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♥

♥ : crying in front of yours.

                            alissa hadn’t expected him to actually  show.  two thirty am,    delivered: don’t ask. please come over.  she sat shivering on her bed,    a sobbing mess.  she regretted sending the text.  she knew exactly what he     would say the minute he walked in.  what,  princess  didn’t take criticism?    she wiped her face on the back of her sleeve,  but it didn’t matter.  she was     so sure she had heard it all before tonight.  don’t you have friends?  what is     it that’s keeping you from an a?  but now:     we’d have raised them if   you’d let us do our job.  she hadn’t heard him come in over the crying.

                                                      ❝ they told me i shouldn’t have    raised them, that it’s my fault they did nothing. ❞  alissa wanted so badly to    swat away her tears but the sight of him, actually  there, gave her a sense      of paralysis.  ❝ i’m sorry.  it’s stupid. ❞

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“What was that noise…?”

                     perhaps it had been the FRIGHTENING story of capt. james      hook and his crew     or perhaps it was just the uncomfortable tapping      of branch to window over and over. either way, wendy felt a small boy      beside her.  too small to be john       just perfect for michael.

                                ❝ nothing, michael. i’m sure it’s nothing.                     just go back to bed.  it’s the WIND!  the wind has arms, you                      know. ❞  the honest truth was that wendy didn’t know;  and                      what a frightful thing, not to know.  ❝ we’ll be fine. ❞

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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“What do you miss the most?”

                          alissa’s head snapped to look at her brother, who  (although     being over a foot taller than her, the average-sized gene only she missed)       looked as small as he did that night.  she looked at him until she couldn’t     anymore.  alissa wrapped around him.  she knew more of it than he did &      it was eating away at them both, nibble by nibble. 

                            ❝ i don’t really know. i remember     i do                          remember christmas.  christmases were always good.                          mum made cookies with us.  i suppose i just miss the                          ignorance.  YOURS, especially.  

                                                     i’m so sorry.  i took that from you. ❞

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▌❛ biirdisms.❜

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     one crack of lightning, one roll of thunder  —  that’s all it took before dylan was hauling a pile of blankets  &  pillows across the hall to alissa’s room. he barely even glanced her way before he started constructing the  (  to be expected  )  pillow fort near the foot of her bed, the grin on his face a mile wide. 

                    ❛ gary’s missing out!!  i have a feeling this gonna be one of the best forts i’ll ever make.  &,  besides, my forts are much cooler than nate  —  don’t tell him i said that, though. ❜

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                      she remembered how at six she had been DREADFULLY afraid     of thunderstorms.  the volume reminded her of their father’s voice after late     night parties, full and volatile. but dylan had been frightened (& maybe gary     as well) and so the only thing to do was to build a fort. now, thunderstorms      were JOYOUS things.  naturally, alissa smiled back at him.

                             ❝ doubtful. i’m sure gary is doing just fine for                       himself.  of course yours are better.  I taught you, firstly, & truly                       and secondly, i’m surprised nate has it in him to lift a necessary                       finger in order to make one. ❞

[mermaidsbones]

If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart.

Margaret Atwood (via bitchsnake, mermaidsbones)

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Survival Starters

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angstmemes:

“It’s getting dark, we have to find shelter.” “If we don’t soon find food we’re going to starve to death, even before we get a chance to freeze.” “You collect branches and I’ll try to hunt for some food…” “Whatever you do, don’t lose your way back here.” “Let me look at that. Fuck, that looks painful… we need to find something against the infection.” “I need to clean the wound. I’m sorry I don’t have anything to numb the pain. Bite down on something, that should help a bit.” “I can’t feel my feet.” “I’ve never been this cold in my life… We can’t survive this, can we?” “It’s been three days since we last saw land… and we’re running low on food.” “Stop screaming! No one can hear us, you’re just wearing yourself out like this!” “I don’t know if this is edible, but it’s the only thing I could find.” “I’m in too much pain. I can’t make it, I’m just holding you back. You need to let me go.” “If you can’t keep walking, I’m going to have to leave you behind… you know that.” “What if nobody ever finds us here.” “I guess we’re lucky the ship sunk close to shore, but why the fuck does it need to be a desert island?!” “Of all people to get stuck on an island with… Why did it have to be you?” “There should be a river nearby we can wash in.” “I can barely remember what food used to taste like…” “Are you alright? You passed out before. We need to find you something to eat.” “We need to find shelter. We can continue in the morning when it’s light again.” “Tell me you have the faintest idea which plants are edible.” “Just keep talking to me, you’ll be okay. Let me treat your wound.” “How long have you been sitting here?! Do you WANT to get a heatstroke?” “What do you miss the most?” “It can take months for a ship to sail by and even then it’s unlikely they’ll notice us.” “I’m going insane. There’s water. Water everywhere. I can’t fucking do this anymore.” “You need to stay in the shade, you’re already sunburned as it is.” “What was that noise…?” “Can we please stop arguing? We need to work together if we want to survive.” “We are the only two people on this entire island, why are we fighting?!” “We’re the only ones who made it ashore… My name’s [NAME]. Nice to meet you…” “Any idea how to make a fire?” “I wish I’d died in that shipwreck… This is torture.” “On the bright side, at least we’re not alone.” “Whatever you do… don’t think about pizza.” “How long do you reckon we can survive for? A couple of days? Weeks? Months?” “I miss my home. I’m starting to forget what it felt like to sleep in a bed.” “I hope someone thought about my dog/cat…” “What are we going to do when one of us dies…?” “Don’t eat any of that food. I’m going to be sick… I don’t think it’s edible!”

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How I would like to believe in tenderness.

Sylvia Plath - from The Moon and The Yew Tree (via watchoutforintellect)

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Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

Yann Martel, Life of Pi    (via rosewillians)

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