MIDNIGHT DEADLY.

at life's beginning and at the end, yours is the hand that guides us. ASRA RAJANI JACKSON ( NEPHTHYS REINCARNATED ).

[english-idylls]

From The Sphinx without a Secret by Oscar Wilde (1887).

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strangehungers‌:

he used to think himself above the bashful nuances of love , the noteworthy romantics that settled upon tales meant for those with soft hands and rogue hearts. she proved him wrong so fast that he could hardly remember who he had been before , and he would never complain of it. in many ways , she had saved him. in many ways , she had made it all worthwhile.

❛  you should be assured that i will always be here when you do. where else would i be ? ❜ every moment spent without her is a moment spent waiting to be with her again , and he grows less ashamed and concerned by the day about what anyone might think. he leans into her touch , eyes softening at her will as he gazes at her. no one could ever do to him what she has done to him. no one could even come close.

❛ it feel it to my core , when you are missing from me. and i want for nothing but your return.  ❜ and he knows he would wait forever if need be , but that rabid hunger he carries around ensures that it never escalates to such extents. but as if to remind them both how it will always end , he winds his arms around her and turns his head to kiss her palm. ❛ you are my home.  ❜

it  didn’t  take  long  for  her  to  accept  that  he  was  the  vessel  that  fiercely  beat  to  keep  her  going, the  reason  for  the  rise  of  her  lips-  everything  she  ever  wanted  in  love. living  with  the  sight  of  other  lovers   showing  such  before  her  without  one  by  her  side  until  he  became  that  prominent  being.

“ do  you  promise?  promise  to  always  be  here  when  i  return? ”   such  a  silly  thing  to  ask, everyday  was  not  promised ... even  for  a  god. the  thought  of  him  no  longer  by  her  side  terrified  her  to  the  core, tighter  she  grasped  him  in  hopes  that  he  shall  never  slip  through  her  fingers.

“ I swear i just might love you forever, set. ” his  words  send  chills  down  her  spine, a  moment  to  catch  her   breath,  she  needed.  that’s  what  he  did  to  her- even  the  sound  of  his  name  has  her  eyes  wide  &  ears   ready  for  the  possible  sound  of  him  speaking.  the  feel  of  his  lips  confirming  every  bit  of  all  she  had  ever  thought  and  said.  “ the  sun  has  set  before  our  eyes, must  we  leave? ” eyes  scavenge  the  once  lit   area.

[deaththroned]

𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃; 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃.  《 𝟷 / ― 》

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[deadlycrush]

love jones (1997)

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♠ Poetry Starters ♠

The following starters, have been taken from the poetry book Depression & Other Magic Tricks by Sabrina Benaim.  TWs include: depression, anxiety.  Please be cautious.

my body is a garden rooted in gratitude

my heart is a messy bedroom i always distract myself from cleaning

i’ve got this violent tendency to see a bubble and want to pop it

have you ever felt the ache of swallowing starlight?

i’m allergic to liars, they cause my tongue to swell and sharpen

my kiss tastes like a shotgun to the lips

do you ever sit on the end of your bed and listen to the world spin?

i hear the song everywhere.

i am best prepared for the worst case scenario.

you are a ghost & i talk to myself

i’m sorry it’s so dark in here

why am i banging my head against a brick wall?

there is no sleep for this lonely

my depression is a shape shifter

i call the bad days, dark days

i’m not afraid of the dark

perhaps that is part of the problem

anxiety holds me hostage inside of my house, inside of my head

where did the anxiety come from?

insomnia has this romantic way of making the moon feel like perfect company

try counting sheep

happy is a decision

i am afraid of living

i will never truly know everywhere i have been

my heart has developed a kind of amnesia where it remembers everything but itself

it’s weird…. how a jacket can be more reliable than a father.

armor is for women who have something to lose

there are nights my smile is the simple act of baring my teeth

i am just like my father

when the full moon howls, i howl back

i am at the grocery store because i feel sad.

nobody is in love with me but everybody loves me

crying gives me a headache.

headaches make me want to crawl into bed.

crawling into bed is what sad people do.

at the grocery store, at least nobody knows there is nobody in love with me.

is it that you are forgetful or sadistic?

there is a stillness now.

i’m sorry it took me so long to get here.

i hope i’m not too late for the party.

there is not enough time.

i like how looking at you makes me feel.

i love you.  still.

i’m not sorry.

i miss you, but i don’t wish you were here.

you wear sweat shorts & i still want to fuck you.

if you came back, i would not ask why.

you may say none of this ever happened.

between my orgasms i try not to cry

i’m just trying to be less predictable.

i don’t know how to connect in a world like this.

i just want to be free

is time a sleeping language?

the fantastic devastation of unwanted silence.

i went looking for our bridge to burn.

there is a condition called rapture of the deep.  it occurs when a deep sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean & cannot tell which way is up.

i saw you looking back.

the echo is what drives girls like me, mad with remembering.

our brains remember the infliction of pain, be it physical, psychological, or emotional.  we remember this hurt as a means to avoid it in the future.

i remember the shape my hand held while in yours.

i wish i could forget how i got here.

in silence, it’s hard to tell what the other person is thinking without looking them in the eyes.

you would not look me in the eyes.

i have been practicing forgetting.

we cannot control what we remember, but we can control how we remember.

i think i’ll prefer you a stranger someday.

is it just easier to look at yourself in the mirror is you are not human?

does that make it easier to pretend you don’t have depression; because depression is exclusively human.

this is not about you.

every felling i have swallowed.

i was too anxious to leave.

how did you do that thing that you did to my heart?

her fists are filled with the laughter of ghosts.

holding love makes the girl feel helpless.

did you hear me?  i said i love you.

i said i still love you.

the refusal of offered love is some kind of death.

you are unassuming music

i want to wear him

there are ghosts in every version of this story

there is no mystery there

i am just happy to know you

i am not alone

[goldnpoc]

“…the moon is queen of everything. she rules the oceans, rivers, rain. when i am asked whose tears these are i always blame the moon.”

—  Lucille Clifton; moonchild  (via fvrmamentvs)

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One  shall  bring  two  women  with  BEAUTIFUL  BODIES.  they  shall  be  made  to  sit  on  the  ground at  the  main  portal  of  the  Hall  of  Appearings. On  their  arms  shall  be  written  the  names  of  ISIS  and  NEPHTHYS.   /  by aja & ashanti.

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Where is Aja?

Isis Onyx. @creolejesus. active. original character.

Asra Rajani Jackson. @deaththroned​. low activity. original character.

Juliet Capulet. @vrnasun . active. headcanon & Romeo + Juliet based.

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why does no one worship the moon anymore? feel like thats a mistake. its pretty big i think. bigger than all of us.

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whiphell‌:

King like & calm, he sat in the chair and simply watched. For a while, he said nothing, merely looking at the other in mild confusion. He rose a hand and placed it to his chin, furrowing his painted brow. “𝐘𝐨𝐮… 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?”

during  events  like  these  she  made  it  a  habit  to  make  her  rounds  to  those  who  were  in  attendance, something  she  had  been  doing  all  night  until  she  heard  another  call  out  to  her. “ I  am  Azra ... and  you  are  asking  far  too  many  questions.” this  isn’t  her  first  run  in  with  a  being  whom  could  detect  her  divinity  but  it  was  fun  to  keep  them  guessing  a  bit  longer.

[deaththroned]

strangehungers‌:

❛ yes ? ❜ the sound of his name on her lips begins a drumming in his gut , the darkening sky reflecting the shade of his irises. his mischief , always on display and never hidden from her gaze , twinkles in his eyes. she is the only one who lays witness to this face , seeing him at his most vulnerable , soft and without scrutiny poised like poison on his tongue. some would say she is lucky. he himself would say he is. 

glancing around them , he finds them alone in the utmost solitude , the silence soothing as it folds into his back. along with her hands. he leans into her , his breathing soft as though he fears disturbing the calm. he inhales her nonetheless , and one would think he hadn’t seen her in ages even then in that moment. he likes to cherish every second offered to him with her. he would settle for nothing less. 

❛ do you think of me , often ? when we are not together ? ❜ he need not ask , but the words will stroke his ego , which will in turn stoke the flames in his belly. fingers trace along her spine to the back of her neck , gentle and unassuming. ❛ what goes through your head then ? ❜

“ yes... ” humble  in  her  tone,  she  wanted  to  reassure  him  though  she  knew  he  didn’t  need  it. “ I  love  times  like  this  with  you, always.” she  loved  hard , it  was  almost  too  obvious. even  to  herself. perhaps  it  was  too  much  in  the  eyes  of  others  around. whispers  of  the  constant  eye  contact  whenever  one  entered  the  same  room  as  the  other  and  private, intimate  times  like  this. nevertheless  it  seemed  meant  to  be.

does  she  think  of  him?  will  the  sun  rise  another  day?  it  was  almost  a  silly  question. this  was  just  another  opportunity  for  her  to  speak  of  her  love  for  him. she  couldn’t  help  but  to  chuckle  as  she  looked  him  in  his  face. a  face  she  couldn’t  get  enough  of. 

“ i  find  myself  thinking  of  you  often  more  than  less...” chills  finding  their   way  throughout  her  whole  being  in  reaction  to  his  touch. her  grin  drops   but  her  eyes  never  leave  his. he  knew  what  he  did  to  her  but  she   enjoyed  vocalizing  it. “ when  i  lay  alone  i  think  of  your  arms  holding  me   close, such  a  firm  yet  gentle  way  that  you  do  so... i  cannot  see  myself   getting  used  to  another. the  warmth  of  your  being  beside  me,  the  way   we  converse ...” a  single  hand  now  placed  on his  jaw, one  of  her  favorite   features  on  his  face. “ what  goes  through  my  head  is ... ‘i  cannot  wait  to   return  to  the  man  i  love’  hoping  you  will  be  there  when  i  do..”

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Rihanna at the Fenty Pop Up in NY photographed by Nico Kartel. (June 18)

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❥     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   .

a  list  of  my  favorite  one  -  liners  from  the  website  pinterest  . feel  free  to  customize  as  you  wish  !

‵  perhaps  i’ll  write  a  book  of  great  shit  i’ve  done  nobody’s  ever  noticed.  ′ ‵  as  god  as  my  witness,  i  will  never  be  a  victim  again.  ′ ‵  i’m  becoming  less  interesting.  the  world  is  noticing  and  so  are  you.  ′ ‵  you  are  such  a  soft  and  messy  thing.  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ′ ‵  with  each  passing  day  i  can  feel  my  potential  melting  away  into  nothing.  ′ ‵  everyone  thinks  i’ve  gotten  better.  i  haven’t.  i’ve  just  gotten  better  at  hiding  it.  ′ ‵  i  haven’t  felt  real  in  a  long  time.  ′ ‵  i  told  my  therapist  about  you.  ′ ‵  and  i’m  plagued  by  childhood  traumas.  ′ ‵  you  don’t  need  a  reason  to  save  people.  ′ ‵  and  here  you  are  living  despite  it  all.  ′ ‵  i  can  do  this  .  and  even  if  i  can’t  ,  i  have  to.  ′ ‵  i’m  afraid  of  what  i’ve  become.  ′ ‵  i’ll  do  this  my  way.  ′ ‵  you’ll  be  just  like  your  father.  ′ ‵  i  wanted  to  write  down  exactly  what  i  felt  but  somehow  the  paper  stayed  empty.  i  could  not  have  described  it  any  better.  ′ ‵  sometimes  i  have  a  way  with  words  —  sometimes  words  have  their  way  with  me.  ′ ‵  some  days,  i  feel  everything  at  once.  other  days,  i  feel  nothing  at  all.  i  don’t  know  what’s  worse;  drowning  beneath  waves  or  dying  from  the  thirst.  ′ ‵  don’t  promise  to  live  forever,  promise  to  forever  live  while  you’re  alive.  ′ ‵  you  wear  the  kind  of  smile  that  would  be  cruel  not  to  kiss.  ′ ‵  in  your  hesitation  i  found  my  answer.  ′ ‵  thinking  of  you  is  a  poison  i  drink  often.  ′ ‵  flowers  will  grow  from  by  bones.  ′ ‵  if  i  can  still  breathe,  i’m  fine.  ′ ‵  you  already  know  how  this  will  end.  ′ ‵  who  am  i?  ′ ‵  i  fought  the  war  but  the  war  won.  ′ ‵  we’ll  never  be  those  kids  again.  ′ ‵  they  made  you  into  a  weapon  and  told  you  to  find  peace.  ′ ‵  they  know  you  walk  like  a  god  —  they  can’t  believe  i  made  you  weak.  ′ ‵  a  scar  means  i  survived.  ′ ‵  i  was  not  made  to  be  subtle.  ′ ‵  my  purpose  is  greater  than  my  pain.  ′ ‵  you  will  not  choke  the  divine  from  me.  i  am  my  own  god  and  martyr.  ′