looking for sunlight.

there are people who will use you like landfill, will sprinkle their sins on top of your burdens and expect you to hold back.

[carvedarchive]

hi hello, after much thought i’ve concluded that i’m turning this blog into an archieve. it’s too messy, and it’s completely killing my vibe and my muse so i’ve remade it @carvedfromsins. i’ll probs post a promo over there or whatever, but yeah, go ahead and unfollow this mess!!!

[carvedarchive]

hi hello, after much thought i’ve concluded that i’m turning this blog into an archieve. it’s too messy, and it’s completely killing my vibe and my muse so i’ve remade it @carvedfromsins. i’ll probs post a promo over there or whatever, but yeah, go ahead and unfollow this mess!!!

[carvedarchive]

hi hello, after much thought i’ve concluded that i’m turning this blog into an archieve. it’s too messy, and it’s completely killing my vibe and my muse so i’ve remade it @carvedfromsins. i’ll probs post a promo over there or whatever, but yeah, go ahead and unfollow this mess!!!

[carvedarchive]

hi hello, after much thought i’ve concluded that i’m turning this blog into an archieve. it’s too messy, and it’s completely killing my vibe and my muse so i’ve remade it @carvedfromsins. i’ll probs post a promo over there or whatever, but yeah, go ahead and unfollow this mess!!!

[emmy4keri]

[withinend]

this is lowkey a psa to follow my sun, @carvedfromsins 

[carvedarchive]

hiiii, i’m alive and much better. i’m gonna try to get more active again over the weekend, but before doing so i really wanna revamp my blog. planning to change the theme and fix the pages etc. cause it’s currently a hot mess. so drafts and replies will be on hold until i’m satisfied with the way everything looks and makes me feel. y’all can catch me on az’ twitter tho, and i’m gonna try to get some plotting done so hmu through im!

[carvedarchive]

i’ve been feeling ridiculously depressed as of late, so i apologise for not being on and replying to things. i really cannot deal with anyone whilst in this state, so i’m just gonna drown myself in school work for the time being. just making this post to remind everyone that i’m not dead, but i’m not doing all great either lmao. it cool though, i’ll get through it. i just won’t be all that active for a little while. swear it ain’t due to anyone here or anything of that kind. 

[dimepoetry]

on loving a wounded boy: there will be days when his smile is so bright that it blinds you. do not shield your eyes from him; instead, kiss the smile from his lips and taste the heat there, the love, the ashes. he will taste of sunshine and ruin. let him. there will be days when his arms are a crime scene of his own design, taped off and untouchable. there will be days you come home to find him bleeding heavily onto the bathroom floor and he will stain the tile with every regret sorrow guilt and he will call it his own private sin. bandage him; press your mouth to the cotton dryness of the cloth and feel the warmth of blood beneath. remind yourself that this is not who he is. remind him that he is more than the sum of every wrong done to him. there will be days when his mouth tastes of saccharine instead of sugar. do not call him on his mistakes. drink this bitter-sweet sorrow down to the dregs. there will be nights when his eyes are the color of bruises and his sobs will keep you awake no matter how he tries to silence them. pull him into your arms, but say nothing. if he wants to tell you, he will. there will be mornings when he traces his fingers up your leg as you eat your breakfast. he will not ask for anything more than just the comfort of your presence in the room. give that to him. there will be midnights that his legs kick out in fear and he will sweat his nightmares out like fever. there will be some kisses that taste like every childhood summer you’ve ever had, and other kisses that taste like sweat-salt and the dampness of tears. there will be times that he asks too much of you, or times you give too little. there will be times that he hisses threats between his teeth and every word feels like a dagger. and there will be apologies, eventually. soft words and silences that blanket you in comfort and the knowledge that above all else, his love is genuine. these moments will warm you from the inside out. more than anything, there will be moments when he looks at you like you alone put the sun in the sky, and his sigh against your lips will be a supernova and an autumn wind all at once. kiss him once. kiss him again. kiss him until he forgets he’s broken, and kiss him until you forget that you’re broken too.

“On Loving a Wounded Boy,” by dimepoetry (via dimepoetry)

[tatiinfull]

I disappear sometimes. It’s my thing.

[powerswolfe]

*wants to affectionately wipe blood off of someone’s face*

[mackenzies1x1-deactivated201609]

will someone please give me an ‘exes who still live together because money is tight and it just gets really complicated’

headcannons include:

muse a crying in the shower and muse b hears them and cooks them dinner

oops we accidentally kissed and now you’re not talking to me

muse b brings home another girl/boy and they seem like a massive asshole (but really, they’re insanely nice and muse a is just jealous)

muse a brings home another girl/boy and ends up sleeping with muse b instead

and many more pls someone give me this

[veinitas]

*drops down on one knee* will u sin with me

[poisonarchives]

[carvedarchive]

       HATE THE SIN , 

                                        LOVE THE SINNER !

[notheartbroken]

[carvedarchive]

withinend.

     he’s relieved to see that, though he did scare tiberius initially, smile growing on the other’s beautiful features. he gives a chuckle, hands tucking away in his pockets as he listens to his friend. james hadn’t expected to hear a yes, but he can’t say he’s a little motivated by the fact ti had not received a kiss at the stroke of midnight – makes it easier to bring up the fact that can easily be fixed. ❛ complain! you didn’t get your kiss and it’s not important, but i’m sure if you pout a little, someone would’ve been willing to fix that for you. ❜

     he can’t help but be a bit cautious. not of his friend, but of himself. everything feels a little bit out of place, and he has to bunch up the sleeves of his sweater into cold palms to stop himself from itching somewhere. ❛ pout? ❜ his interest piques, attention shifting gradually from how devestatingly aware he is of himself, to james’ ridiculous statement. ❛ i really do doubt that, and i’d rather not, you know, look foolish. it’s okay though, i didn’t get a kiss but the year still began...           what about you? did you get any? ❜