death riddled.

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Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting…

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bombing:

actually officer he was dead when i got here

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Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.

Effy Stonem, Skins (via everyvictory)

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WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID? 7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesn’t feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself. 45% smoke; it’s all fog inside – my skull, my lungs – i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius. 20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been. 28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.

sooner or later we perish; b.s.h; my new chapbook ROOTED - read on tablo.io  (via adaestra)

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Please, let him be soft.  I know you made him       with gunmetal bones      and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be      a warrior      a soldier      a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames      the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me  that the world needs him. The world needs his heart      and his faith      and his courage      and his strength      and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world,      and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,      damn anyone that ever took anything from him,            damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything      until there is nothing left of him          but the imprint of dust               where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas     until his shoulders collapse          and his knees buckle               and he is crushed by all he used to carry.  Dear God,  you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules.  You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again.  You can have your pick of heroes.  So please, I beg you– he is all that I have,  and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more.  Let him be soft,  and let him be mine.

Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

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Since I’ve Been Loving You - Led Zeppelin (Led Zeppelin III, 1970)

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             ❝                   mm. ❞ slumber had overcome the young brunette as she lies motionless. couch cushion’s sunk  (  not only  )  beneath her weight but a faithful hound. he is rising upon hearing familiar sound of an owner and bouncing off stoop. ❝ maybe it’s their excuse for seein’ your bright n’ shining face. ❞ reluctantly, lidded hues lift and nimble palms rub against facade. knowing his safety provides comfort and ease. unfortunately, she’s now come to her senses with surroundings. acknowledging his presence, palms remain pressed against cheek and muffled beneath                  she speaks. ❝ dean  ;  diego’s gonna be takin’ your side of the bed tonight if y’don’t take those boots off at the door. ❞

       ❛   ——   like he doesn’t do that already.   ❜   it’s quipped back with typically sharp reflex,  her request ignored for the time being in favour of crouching down to greet newfound inhabitant welcoming him.   voice lowers,  gruff susurrations clearly not meant for otherwise curious ears.    ❛   y’hear her tellin’ me what-for already,  chump ?   i’ve barely taken two steps.   women.   ❜   in good fun, he ruffles canine’s head,  much to the loyal creature’s content,  before boots are kicked off accordingly and he rounds the corner to spot her.

       ❛   look at you   ——   ❜   he trails off,  as if picking up an afterthought previously discarded,  before resuming.    ❛   an’ you call me lazy.   BUDGE.   ❜   the command isn’t exerted as such,  vocals softened and already traversing the space and slotting himself into whatever room is permitted on the couch,  before wendigo can seize the opportunity.

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        “ like either’a us give a shit ! “

       ❛   TOUCHÉ.   ❜   there’ll be a horde of pigs flying on a blue moon before dean winchester will ever stoop to the standard of normality,  and honestly,  not giving a crap makes things all the easier in an otherwise daunting world.    ❛   ‘s got ya so peppy,  anyways ?   beyond the usual cuckoo coffee craze you’re usually on.   didja miss me ?   ❜   brows shoot upward just shy of a taunt,  tongue pinching between his teeth.    ❛   i think y’ve grown shorter.   ❜

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      happy upyr noises.

       ❛   y’ve gotta stop doing that   ——   it gives normal people the CREEPS.   ❜

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        ❛   y’wanna buy any more decorations ?   ❜   dubious gaze sizes up the arrangement of bags in rapid disbelief,  wondering just how big a christmas tree would have to be to fit so much tinsel and baubles.   he debates offering to lend a hand,  then wisely decides against it,  instead opting for keeping his mouth firmly sealed.   ❛ i ‘unno what i feel more sorry for   ——   your arms or your wallet.   ❜

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        ❛   i still think yer gonna get tired of bustin’ me outta these situations, y’know.   ❜   it’s an incredulously sincere admission from the otherwise prevaricate winchester,  but he guises his words with a generously slathered layer of mirth to soften the blow.   if it’s a joke,  she can’t hold it against him.   ❛   but i mean,  you signed yourself up for the job,  soooo   ——   ❜   palms raise in non-committal gesture,  a quirk of the mouth proceeding gently.   ❛   none a’that’s on me.   ❜ 

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