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so you grew into your body, then out of it, and said to yourself, "today, i have woken up and i have become the Devil himself."

[observando]

[galaxspiel-blog]

i just logged on for the first time in like a year maybe? why do i still have the approximate same number of followers. why are those porn blogs following me. why are people still liking my writing.

why.

[galaxspiel-blog]

when we are in this love story, we are always searching for each other. i look into a knocked-over plate just about to crack and see your reflection. you read astronomy books and turn every constellation into a part of me until i am made of stardust and hydrogen. i play scrabble with my best friend and she insists that your name is not a 'real word'. you christen your childhood dog after my half-forgotten name and cry bitterly when it dies. i work long days and write poems about you at night. you work long nights and always unwitting paint my face into the raindrops down your window. we walk past each other on the streets and then we are gone.

we are martyrs because we died young / e.s.

[serious]

[teencry]

[radtracks]

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saltkin // purity ring

there’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me form a salt, sprinkle it around me

[backshelfpoet]

A List of Lies I’ve Told Dressed Up Like A Poem (d.a.s) // Monet

[n-or-way]

[crowsummer]

tell me about the war and the love story. how they were really two parts of each other. tell me about the boys who kissed bullet and dirt, who buried their mothers. there was a warm wind that blew from the north, i remember. there were highways too, that ran for miles upon miles upon miles. i just know that the ocean was always so hungry – so tell me about how she walked for days until she was swallowed by the sea. tell me about how you once held a gun to his head, and the way he told you to shoot. how she killed him first and you loved her just the same. in case i forget, tell me about all the afterwards blood, all the lips that touched your lips. tell me about the two lovers and the violence. how soft they both were. how gentle.

All That Is Fair In Love And War // Y.C. (via aehlta)

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missed connections hit so hard sometimes

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i don’t know why you still crossed my mind sometimes, fragments of you, like an unwanted guest at a dinner party, showing up at the front door uninvited. you- tarnished sunlight, broken glass, opening a present at your birthday only to find out that it’s empty. your smile is not a knife. you don’t deserve such precise metaphor. you are a room full of people who doesn’t love each other. “fake” implies effort, and you, you don’t even try. you’re empty, my darling, an empty space occupying a human body.

you are not the sun (s.p)

[wildly-outspoken]

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Purity Ring Fineshrine

[ashenfaeri]

iv. Bird girl, you’re the river fighter, And I, the chained pretender, Dead on the wide-eyed heathen moor- When the sun bronzes your bony hands As you sit in the branches of an aspen tree, I wonder if this is fate’s cruel trickery v. We once sat beneath a paper moon And we listened to mournful love songs. Lovely girl, you were the lightning dancer To me, the unfortunate sinner- It was a strange day when we promised each other We would run in the sweltering wind vi. Festering scars strangling my wrists With their coarse, desert teeth- like pearls- You whistled a jaunty war parade march And I cried red tears, from which sprung flowers. But wolf girl, you are the avian lover- And I, the land-bound commoner.

“Confessions to Evangeline”, part ii, by ashenfaeri (via ashenfaeri)

[ashenfaeri]

i. Delinquent girl, how brilliantly you shine. My light is only ravenous in your presence- But too pitilessly it is extinguished, Smouldering ashes lingering Soot blackening your brown fingers Like crow’s blood on the debris-strewn shore ii. You don’t know how lucky you are Pretty and thin, like a reed by the green river- You’ll never have to know, little sparrow, How many smiles wither inside me How many rain clouds I walk with When we laugh, bittersweet by the empty lockers iii. You told me once that you didn’t care, And I believed you. Really. I did, When you threw flowers into the wind- But, soldier girl, you’re the sun dreamer And I the disbeliever,  Lost amidst the half-blown heather.

from “Confessions to Evangeline”, part i, by ashenfaeri (via ashenfaeri)

[galaxspiel-blog]

i. once i asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. you said you wanted to be a saint, before i leeringly hovered my fist over your face and said that i could get you there quicker, you know? silence for a moment. then an eruption of laughs. i don't forget extended eye contact easily, you know. ii. i think i've liked you for a very, very long time. from the first time we sat together two years ago, from the first time you got facebook and started drawing and sometimes i wonder, did i really have that much of an effect on you? you said the other day that you're going to forget me in 40 years. i wanted to say "liar, you can't forget someone you're going to get married to. unless you die before then, or something. i'll wear white for your funeral because, hell, i'm going where you're going soon enough. i need to look pretty for the next time you see me, you know." i'm a hypocrite. i don't think you even liked me in the first place. i like to pretend sometimes. iii. you used to have a crush on me, or you could have, or maybe you still do. i'm the one who knows you best, crush aside, and i'm not even sure. you say that you don't know anything about me. i think you're pretending, but i smile coyly anyway because even all that time ago -- i only wanted to be strong for once in my life. i'm sorry. iv. i am a big bad bear. i want to eat you alive. please don't come near me. save yourself. (i lied.) v. xxxxx: we know too much about each other. really? xxxxx: or at least you know too much about me. more than i'm comfortable with. i really don't think so. i'm just me, remember? i'm innocent, i swear! i plead innocence! i feign ignorance! vi. we used to talk for hours and hours and i wouldn't even have minded giving up my precious free time if it was you. i can't believe i didn't figure it out earlier either, honestly. i talk the talk, sure, but at the end of the day, you're one of the few people i'm actually comfortable with. you're the only person who i can actually address by name. you're the only person who can say my name. vii. i hated you from the beginning and i loved you too.

i am the sinful idolater. i don’t want to give you away without the trove of my confessional. by galaxspiel

[crowsummer]

happy birthday to my lovely little sister galaxspiel!!!!!!!

prepare yourself for embarrassing hugs and out of tune singing

also get your ass back here and start writing again or i will attempt to threaten you with my bad grammar and other nonsense