But honey sweet her tongue

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 🅦🅗🅨 🅚🅘🅛🅛 🅜🅔🅓🅤🅢🅐 🅦🅗🅔🅝 🅨🅞🅤 🅒🅐🅝 🅣🅡🅨 🅐🅝🅓 🅢🅔🅓🅤🅒🅔 🅗🅔🅡

[enyioes]

Zeus: Beta male, got it. But for the sake of the Olympians! He has my blessings to bed Princess Ares.

Ares: EXCUSE YOU?!

Zeus: Shut up, boy. Think of the bloodline!

[evilherheart]

Helen of spart ?!

no, Helen of Troy.

and thus destiny etched them all into the stars.

[theinfinitedivides]

“Night-born beauty. How sweetly she melts in her sin.”

— František Halas, tr. by Stephan Delbos, from “Malá Strana Night Vision,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lhzthepoet]

I am asking only this, burn me. I’ve spent too long in the cold.

Excerpt from Eden // L.H.Z

[evilherheart]

I really want classic art to return

[goclassicalorgohome]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.”

— Walt Whitman (via quotemadness)

[evilherheart]

her

[evilherheart]

literally me because of how uncoordinated i am.

[evilherheart]

Its not like we were a match made in heaven.

My hearts made of hellfire and im just flying through life grabbing a hurricane by the reigns.

Trust me im more than enough tragedy for the both of us.

-Jic

[evilherheart]

ITS SPOOKY TIME

[luxe-pauvre]

[evilherheart]

Evil her heart, But honey sweet her tongue, no truth in her, the rogue. She is cruel in her play. Small are her hands, Yet her arrows fly far as death. Tiny her shaft, but it carries heaven-high. Touch not her treacherous gifts, they are dipped in fire.

[evilherheart]

Father forgive me

for you know that I am always sinning

I take no interest partying with liquor

Fucking up my system

Excuse my language

That's a hang up on how shitty I've been feeling

I'm sorry I feel no attraction and now that it's been a minute

[evilherheart]

[evilherheart]

[lifeinpoetry]

“i am nothing // if not determined to recreate myself as a god.”

— Laura Villareal, from “baby teeth,” published in Palette Poetry

[evilherheart]

I am a calamity waiting to happen.

I never felt like i wanted to die it was always more of a check up with fate.

how many times i’ve looked down from the top of a high enough building or bridge with the wind on my back .

Or my car crashes, or the motorcycle crash where i should’ve gone through someones front wall.

Or the time i drove a decent distance playing chicken with on-coming traffic

It was always a check to make sure im still supposed to be here.

I’m starting to think thats my super power. My unadulterated, ignorant luck thats keeping my mortality at bay.

One day my luck will run out and my mortality is going to come crashing through the glass ceiling thats my life and everyone i know.

I am a calamity waiting to happen.

J.I.C