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((This blog is now an archive. This one isn’t going anywhere, but it will no longer be active. Relevant content has been moved to a new blog HERE. It is still under construction, and I am still in the process of re-following everyone.))
((So...It’s been 5-ever since I’ve done anything here, and I guess I don’t really have a reason aside from just not being in a great headspace for the kind of para-stuff I like to write on this blog. Everything’s fine, life’s good, I just can’t make myself write words here. I’d like to get back to it, and hopefully I will find some inspiration soon, but for now I’m still just waiting.
I do want to thank my writing partners for their patience, but I also feel like it’s time to accept that I am probably not ever going to muster the muse to reply to the threads in my drafts folder; some of which are more than 6 months old. As much as I hate to let the hatchet fall on them prematurely, I am going to be dropping everything there as I think it will be easier to eventually come back without all those leftovers still sitting on my plate waiting for me. Please don’t take it personally, this is 500% a me issue. We can tidy up plot/storyline outcomes as necessary.
Anyway, I’ll be here-ish lurking and will be back when I can be. If you need to touch base in the meantime, feel free to hit me up on Discord.))
me: someday i’ll do all the replies i owe, answer all my asks, and completely clear out drafts
also me:
“You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.”
— A Word To My Lovers (via thatantisocialbitch)
holy, holy, holy. these are the words he murmurs into your skin, language of prayer, language of divinity, language of worship. holy, holy, holy. he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges. holy, holy, holy. a mantra. a litany. a prayer. holy, holy, holy. the way he looks at you, it’s like he wants to take you apart and study each piece of you, and then maybe he’ll put you back together when he’s done. maybe. holy, holy, holy. he stares at you, so hard you can feel it burning your skin, and you think maybe he’ll kiss you, or maybe he’ll eat you alive. you haven’t decided yet. holy, holy, holy. in the end, it’s a kiss, real as a punch and twice as hard, and it hurts like a bullet pearling into flesh, hurts like his eyes on the back of your neck, on your collarbones, on your lips. holy. holy, holy, holy.
on loving a god | m.c.p (via brotticelli)
((I’m not here to tell anybody what they should or should not reblog--it’s your corner of the internet, you do you--but as my dash is currently inundated with them right now I am going to act in accordance with my rules and start unfollowing for untagged callout posts.))
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