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[difettosi]

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❛ i don’t MISS the sky ( i don’t, i don’t, i don’t ), i don’t miss the BLACK HOLES & glass HEARTS or my healer’s hands & my best friend’s smile. i don’t miss it. there’s NOTHING left to miss. down here i’ve got a KINGDOM; down here i’ve got a FIGHT. down here i’ve got a reason to DOUSE my hands in blood & GASOLINE & light myself on FIRE to try to save the world. i don’t miss not knowing the way the earth CRUMBLES in my grasp. i don’t miss not seeing the STARS above me instead of around. & i don’t miss the BOY i loved or the parents i USED to know. i don’t miss how my world was CRACKED & splintering & still – & still, it was WHOLE, & BRIGHT, & WARM. somehow, i don’t miss the SKY. i don’t, i don’t, I DON’T. if you’re listening to me: i don’t miss a SINGLE thing about that old SHIP floating in the stars. there’s nothing there, not ANYMORE, & everything i love is here: on EARTH, in hearts & hands & small, WAVERING smiles – my people, my kingdom, my world. ❜

               ❛  i really HOPE they’re                            doing  OKAY without  me                                     ( & at the same time, i hope    ;;                                             i’ll do okay  WITHOUT  them ) ❜

[dekadentni-blog]

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                                   DECADENT;;

                                             you are the one EVERYONE fears: the MONSTER in the closet, the WITCH at the stake – the DEVIL, falling. all of this is because they CANNOT understand you. they fear you like they fear DEATH; instinctively.do not mind them, for death is a kind GOD: the sweetest sleep, the DARKNESS from which life is BORN.

[fostxr-blog]

▐▐ lazy morning person┊✮╯

There is only a MURMUR, his lips vibrating as he continues to circle her throat. Not to KILL, but to devour. 

Lacing their fingers together, his digits  c u r l, tips pressing on the sheets beneath, pinning her in place not only with  his body, but with his touch as well.

                 “You make it sound like a challenge. One that I ACCEPT.”

Whether heat pools between her pale legs or not, he slides down regardless. A soft noise is the only sign of him freeing her from obtrusive garments, both magicked onto the nearby armchair with a flutter of thin fingers. A SILVERTONGUE would work on the very spot where she aches, flicking against sensitive spots.

Yet his gaze never wavers, as he takes in each reaction, not even flinching as footsteps are heard outside. 

     ❛    & where do you THINK                        you’re GOI                       ❜

&& there is a BITTER tang of CLAMOR abaft skeletal         DOMINIONS, a DETACHED thrum of FRAIL   organ ( do condone  S T U T T E R E D  mouth;                scattered INHALATIONS wreak havoc along           CURVED throat ) walloping against HOLLOW                       lungs as if  C R A V I N G  recognition, to be        CROWNED amidst chaos of ERRATIC thoughts !             well isn’t this what you want, darling ? a SQUALL        of faux protests C U R D L E S  ‘loft PARCHED                           tongue, such futile DESPERATIONS to                  elude NECESSARY wants ( she claws at teetering     M O R A L I T Y; hopeless endeavors of the              PREY  ) for neglected SATISFACTIONS you owe .

                  ❛   i…. HEY                stop it !!!                                    someone’s coming !!   ❜

[fostxr-blog]

" so just trust me, you’ll be just fine. "

                &&  meme   ❜

     ❛    yeah, of course, trust                   the TALKING robot !!     ❜

&& she drifts along the grace of APATHY, dearest,        the stench of DISCONCERTED worries ( come   now, bitterness savors  E D G E D  tongue  )  seethes                ‘neath flesh like a musty PERFUME : a          symbol of CORRUPTION begging COMPASSION’s                        cure. still,  W A R Y  tides shall continue  to      pull at her, BREATHING down slender neck as would                  a jealous LOVER bidding promises ( STARLIT eyes            swell with  D I S S A T I S F I E D  curiosities ) of tragic         ROMANCE, ever stuck with FICKLEdeclarations          .

                     ❛   i mean, what could                                   possibly go wrong ?   ❜

[fostxr-blog]

"You’re killing me right now."

                &&  meme   ❜

     ❛    sorry, i  THOUGHT  i                  H E A R D  you say                ❜

&& do ignore such playful IDIOSYNCRASIES, darling,         COMPASSION  has become a  RUSTY   anchor (  traces of  I N S O L E N C E  wander               ‘neath impetuous CURL of lips ) that holds a          SINKING ship still, ever  F L I G H T Y  in its                       nature. well surely you’ve grown FAMILIAR                   of prodding hands ! admit it, you SUFFER             the same glorious  F A T E  she does, a THIRST to        uncover MYSTERIES with every poke & JAB                           hoping to be SATISFIED        like a child                 sticking his head inside the  C L O S E T  just   to know if mr. BOOGEYMAN had lingered as you                wake ( gentle fingers soothe taut shoulders )only to         to  R A G E  when you finally find out its EMPTY.

                     ❛   ALL IN THE NAME                                   OF  S C I E N C E  !!   ❜

[fostxr-blog]

❛ starter call ! ❜

[actiasteeth]

[fostxr-blog]

“Take a good look at what I’ve become." 

"I’m trying my best." 

"I’m afraid of shutting down tonight." 

"I don’t think I will make it through the night." 

"Can’t you see the change in me?" 

"So just trust me, you’ll be just fine." 

"I need your trust just for tonight." 

"Reach out your hands and tell me what you feel." 

"This is not just all in your head." 

"I can see the doubt in your eyes." 

"If we don’t bend then this might break." 

"Don’t you shut this down." 

"Before you came around, I was lost and out of place." 

"Please stay." 

"I give it time but it never seems to end." 

"Don’t you try to run right now." 

"I can’t help myself from the things that you do." 

"You’re killing me right now." 

"I love the things we do when it’s just me and you." 

"You give me something to talk about." 

"You give me something to think about that’s not the shit in my head." 

"Who let you in?" 

"Never thought that I would feel like this." 

"It’s my soul. It isn’t yours anymore." 

"Darling, you can’t stay." 

"Haven’t you heard? I’m not yours anymore." 

"But simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to God." 

"Don’t think I didn’t notice." 

"You’ve got it all wrong." 

"And all you ever do is turn me down." 

"Can you hear me?" 

"You can’t cheat death when you’re digging your own grave." 

"You’re out of line." 

"What you give is what you get." 

"It’s hard to find life in something that’s already dead." 

"It’s hard to say ‘good morning’ when it’s followed with 'goodbye’." 

"Darling, don’t be so shy." 

"I’ll see you at midnight." 

"I swear that I’ll be fine." 

"It’s my head—not my heart—that’s strayed." 

"I’m sorry I keep pushing you away." 

"Why can’t you stay?" 

"You struck a match and left me to burn." 

"It doesn’t feel right." 

"You’ve had me going out of my mind." 

"I wanna feel something that’s not the weight of your world in my head." 

"I’m growing sick in the head trying to push you out of it." 

"I said it and I’ll say it again—I won’t let you in.”

[sodiumprince-moved-deactivated2]

what does it mean to be human? is the pouring of a rich, deep red from your veins what makes you human? but you don’t bleed anything close to red, do you? no, you bleed stardust, galaxies forming from your wounds. is the ability to breathe, letting the warm air out what makes you human? but you don’t let out warm air, do you? no, you exhale planets and cold, cold emptiness from your lips. is the ability to create buildings and cities what makes you human? but you don’t build 30 story buildings, do you? no, you form entire worlds from the palm of your hand. is the beating of a heart, the steady song of life what makes you human? but you don’t have a heart in your chest, do you? no, you have the universe in its place, life itself as your song.

what does it mean to be made of stars? //

[fostxr-blog]

                 &&  winteristic   ❜

     ❛                   no, no DON’T !!!     ❜

&& she WALTZES along the lines of COMPASSION         &  A P A T H Y,  my dear, such bizarre   EMBODIMENT of just how fickle FRAILTY could                 be ( fragments of WARNINGS coat uttered           syllables ), like a  M A R T Y R  demanding                        POISON only to CRAVE its bedeviled CURE         the moment CORRUPTION begins its rule.              but oh please, do forgive  B A R B E D  tongue,       this girl holding spun GALAXIES ‘twixt those                            DELICATE hands had never met a boy                 with METAL for flesh &  K N I V E S  for a           smile ( hush, STARDUST slips from twisted mouth  ) !

                  ❛   you’re OBVIOUSLY                                    doing it WRONG   ❜

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                   【  ＩＴ＇Ｓ  Ａ  ＤＩＦＦＥＲＥＮＴ  ＷＯＲＬＤ． 】     （ ＭＡＹＢＥ  ＴＨＥＹ  ＷＥＲＥ  ＤＩＦＦＥＲＥＮＴ  ＦＯＲ  Ａ  ＲＥＡＳＯＮ ）

[fostxr-blog]

▐▐ pet enthusiast ??┊✮╯

There would be no response; his hands are FULL. Rather, the door blasts open, followed by the petulant MEOW of a tabby kitten that streaks in.

             “One would be tempted to think that you INTENDED on               leaving me out there, Jane. Shame on you.”

     ❛    well i thought you                   WANTED me to              ❜

&& cue a climactic DRAWL of syllables ( ignore         the PLAYFUL tick of flushed mouth; EMPATHY   is delighted by your PRESENCE ! ), there is                 FONDNESS ‘pon graces that is reserved            only for your ARRIVAL : a prejudice of COMPASSION         to FROLIC when in  D E S P E R A T E  need.

                     ❛   starve to DEATH !!!   ❜

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                 &&  ironarmored   ❜

     ❛    i told you already                   ❜

&& GUILT has become a RUTHLESS enemy ( hush, she         drifts along the arms of FAMILIARITY : remnants   of  C O M P A S S I O N tainting veins ), snapping                     at her HEELS should one ever TEETER akin to             starved WOLVES begging for BRITTLE little bones     to  R A V A G E  & maim. well pardon her if you          please, my dear, why can’t you see ? CURIOSITY  has burrowed itself ‘twixt SOOTY lungs, such                 delightful  S T U T T E R  of dusty organs  whilst gentle fingers rustle through FRAZZLED       locks ( a symbol of wretched DISASTERS wearing skin ).

             ❛    i swear, everything                              just went BOOM !!     ❜

[fostxr-blog]

▐▐ lazy morning person┊✮╯

              “And how long would that be?“

Thoughts of bad influences run through his mind, even as his lips try to push past the curve of her chin, settling on the soft flesh of her neck. Any words he utters next are muffled, his hips rocking against hers a couple of times. Ah, such a tease!

                     “An hour? Two?”

The sheet slides even  l o w e r, now covering only half of his bare buttocks. But he ignores it, choosing instead to focus his attention on the EXQUISITE canvas before him. 

     ❛                   ten minutes ??     ❜

&& we are all creatures of WANT, my darling,  just         a little NUDGE from the DEVIL & wicked   T E M P T A T I O N S  shall come CRAWLING ‘twixt                our bloodstreams ( syllables tumble ‘part           curved mouth ) like a CHARGED current that demand                       T R E M O R S  bounding up & down our                    spine. you see, there are WRETCHED             reminders of M O R T A L I T Y  decaying beneath         a GILDED collarbone, such beacon of feminine                           V U L N E R A B I L I  T I E S   begging                  those SNARLING wolves to seek divine     SATISFACTIONS in her every tremble ( neck careens,                 hushed INVITATIONS to indulge wandering lips ) .

                  ❛   i was HOPING you’d                                    CHANGE my mind   ❜

[fostxr-blog]

▐▐ lazy morning person┊✮╯

And there is the DILEMMA; neither soul is willing to  give up such a warm embrace. Not now. Not EVER. It seems almost inconceivable that they spend most of their days in deadly squabble; minds so completely alike with the same combative stance, yet Fate de- clares they wholly enjoy the presence of the other. 

Unburdened by his armor, he rolls on top of her, his arms sliding around her waist as his face rests against her chest.

“EXCELLENT.”

     ❛    thought so     ❜

&& RESTLESS nights would stalk EMPATHY like           a pack of STARVING wolves, desperate CLAWS    digging ‘neath those  W E A R Y  eyes ( a                 SHIVER down her spine to hail FRAGILITY            she breathes; an oeuvre of  M A R R E D     perfection ) drownt in shouldered CONCERNS &                    DISCONCERTED worries.  there is a WANT             ‘tween those D I L A P I D A T E D  lungs, a                       DESIRE to forget COMPASSION’s duties if                           only but moment because the taste of                  S A L V A T I O N  so sweet has her weak, my          darling, the CHARMED ( gentle fingers wander                 along silken locks ) 'twixt an ENCHANTER’s arms.

                  ❛                       figured all work                                     could wait for  a  while   ❜

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"I'm not leaving this bed."

     ❛    mmmhmm...     ❜

&& it is EMPATHY who stirs, CLOUDED senses welcoming         a  LOST  soul from the  B L E A K  embrace of   FANTASIES ( see ? you have this LIONESS                purring with sufficed  S A T I S F A C T I O N S           you gift )  like  a  WEEPING  child ripped ‘part a    mother’s chest. such PRODDING realization that                    T E N D E R N E S S  somehow still exists,             REMAINS, a gentle WARMTH greeted by THICK                       lashes flirting along PORCELAIN skin as unclad           flesh seeks  FAMILIAR heat of GILDED neck ( lips                 shall graze B A R E N E S S; a whisper             ). 

                  ❛   well i won’t IF you won’t     ❜

[vazakinada]

You can be dead inside and still shine, don’t you believe me? Just ask the stars.

VàZaki Nada 

[pay-her-a-visit]

[fostxr-blog]

After being away for months, Loki finally returns for Jane.