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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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wyntrbones:
❛ i honestly don’t understand how you burn something that bad. ❜
❛ you might as well just force me to eat charcoal , ace . ❜
“i never learned how to cook. i never had to. perhaps i should just...leave it that way.”
“please don’t eat it. i didn’t mean for this to happen, i will order takeout.”
“ i , uhm .. seem to have burned it.”
“...quite severely.”
“i found him when i was wandering. he was...huddled under a barn, dripping wet and terrified. skinny. i’m not sure what happened to his previous family, but i wasn’t going to leave him.”
KINDNESS REVERBERATED IN HIS WORDS, all while anger danced just below the surface as he recalled just how he’d managed to come across the pup; while he had seen many abandoned dogs in his time, the idea of throwing one away when it was still so young was enough to make sickness churn his stomach and climb up his throat.
“this was the first place i thought to bring him. he’d be safe with you. it’s...too difficult for me to take him with my travels.”
“as for a name...what about spook? it’s almost halloween, it’d fit.”
we go to war and we go to war and we go to war the fear of never returning carved deeply into our bones | skin | heart | mind but what if we do come back return bruised broken bathed in blood (of friends and enemies) we should fear it too coming home with the shadows of war clinging to us because there are no weapons to fight them (only us) (and we might not be enough)
(viaonlytryingtohelp)
“EXCUSE ME, you dropped this.”
quietly he offered the AFOREMENTIONED LOST OBJECT, quiet hesitation in his gaze as he studied the other, though the slightest smile could be seen in the subtle curve of his lips.
(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask. how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how low did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams? —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth; —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own; —until it was their throats pinned under your boot; —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams. (I DIDN’T.) you reply.
to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
This looks like absolution, which means first it must have looked like sin.
A. Davida Jane, excerpt of “A Study in Restoration”, from Every Dark Waning (via skythce)
headcanon.
ace gets really uncomfortable when people compliment his appearance/good looks. he’s too polite to say anything about it when it happens, but he doesn’t particularly appreciate it due to the fact that he was changed simply because he was a pretty face. compliments--no matter how well meaning the individual is--only serve to remind him of this.
again, he’s too polite to say anything to people, but the discomfort is absolute and genuine.
And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I also felt a strange longing.
Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace (via kannonbiraki)
Not looking like that.
a change of heart // the 1975
I can’t wait to destroy you.
Memory / is another name for ghosts and their awful hunger.
Eugene Gloria, from “Apple,” My Favorite Warlord
HIS HESITATION WAS NOT THE RESULT of being unable to enter her home (for she had not yet revoked his right to enter, though he wasn’t certain why) but rather being unwilling to enter without (another) explicit invitation. he had disappeared from her life so many times, only to come back moons later, all without any explanation for his actions--he knew her, and he knew that her patience was not endless. he could only wonder when he would finally reach the end of it.
YET SHE GREETED HIM WITH FAMILIARITY and a tension he hadn’t known he’d been carrying dropped from his shoulders. for a moment he was still (the unearthly, inhuman still of the dead) before he smiled at her, though he didn’t dare show his teeth; he’d yet to master the art of being able to smile without flashing his fangs, and he lived too far in denial to be comfortable with showing them.
“ah...forgive me, lady onyx. it’s just been a while since i have been here. i wanted to make sure that your invitation still stood firm.” his words fell in a SOFT MURMUR, akin to the gentle caress of a warm summer night, though they were edged with a gentleness that he allowed for her and her alone.
“it is good to see you.”
Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.
Donte Colins (via thegoodvybe)
