mercury heart.

y'all so white and anglo saxon.

[kvoid]

sext: you look like the universe decided that it was tired of being so immense so it compressed all of its beauty and complexity and wonder into a smaller form so it could make everyone around it feel like they were a part of the stars

[galvanises]

@aikatcrine

[danielkanhai]

my favorite public transportation game is looking at everyone riding with me and picking who i’d want to be if i died on the spot and had to be reincarnated as one of them. like my body disappears and my spirit has to fly into someone and then my consciousness just continues in that new physical form. a lot of the time it’s pretty easy, you just pick the coolest looking person on the train and think, “i bet it wouldn’t be too hard living out the rest of my life as that professional model,” but sometimes you get a train with all old people or just an overwhelmingly diverse group and you really have to think like, are you going to pick someone who looks like you? go the same race? pick someone young over someone old who looks like they’re already mad rich and successful? sometimes you see someone who looks like they’d be a good fit, but then you have to consider what you don’t know about them health-wise. and by health-wise i mean do they look good naked. would you pick a baby? once i was riding the train with someone and we were doing this and they said, “obviously i’d pick a baby,” but personally i’d never pick a baby. i would never pick someone younger than me. i think all humans have a fear of death and they want to live forever, but i’d never want to relive something i’ve already done. i don’t know why, but i think that’d be hard, just redoing a whole chunk of life. i think that’s when it’s an interesting way to spend the ride though, when you’re on a train with people you really don’t want to be and you think, “my options are death or becoming someone here, and yet i feel like i’m going to take a loss on this.” in a weird way it makes you appreciate yourself more, you know? you immediately think of all the features you have that you’d get to upgrade or trade out, but then you think of all the parts of your body that you wouldn’t want to lose, all the parts that you feel define you. it’s hard to really imagine how much of your personality is determined by your body. some days i feel like i’m my mind, like i’m just the voice i hear in my head and i pilot my body like a machine. like whenever i get a cut or something and i watch it heal over time and go from bleeding to scabbing over to new skin i think, “good job on that,” like my body is a pet doing a trick i taught it and i’m the proud owner. other days i feel very, i dunno, whole. in a different body my personality would probably change completely. like each body has a wildly different flavor that seeps into the mind and makes a unique personality cocktail. so i guess your body isn’t you and your mind isn’t you, but the two together are you, but that guy by the door has incredibly thick hair and he’s wearing a crazy expensive suit and doesn’t look weighed down by the world even though it’s the end of the day, so yeah, i’d take over that if i had to.

[rishbishxx]

[inkmagician]

look: this, light spilling like honey from our lips. this, stars finding homes in the leftover curves of our necks, bleeding something holy into our skin.   look: this, where you sang until the moon fell in love with us too. where we wrote all our sins and set them on fire and danced until the rising sun kissed wings onto our backs.   look: this, the exit wound you healed by telling me it was a place for the cosmos to enter and make me whole again. this, the castles we built in our heads for each other. look: let’s go and splinter the stars. let’s run until we can fit the light in our bodies and teach it not to escape anymore. let’s run until we can find our way home again, until we realize home has been inside of us the whole time, waiting for us to return.

how to be whole again | a.c. for the infinitely wonderful @poisonlaurels (via okayodysseus)

[galvanises]

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✦ ━━  › you are not broken; you are full of the world.   · . ⌜visage.⌟  

✦ ━━  › this exit wound is a place for the cosmos.  · . ⌜character study.⌟  

✦ ━━  › let’s go and splinter the stars.  · . ⌜ threads.⌟   

✦ ━━  › home has been inside of us the whole time; waiting for us to return.  · . ⌜ inbox.⌟  

✦ ━━  › the only vers i am is versace · . ⌜ooc.⌟  

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@harleyocall: @kozdemir well, i would HOPE you care about being in debt at the very least

@kozdemir: @harleyocall no not really

[galvanises]

reprcss:

      “who’s to say i haven’t been corrupted already?” harley joked. they didn’t make a habit of smoking, no, but they had become acquainted to the smell over the years. deft fingers accepting the cigarette and placing it between their lips, harley took a long drag. absolutely revolting. “—thanks,” they exhaled as they passed it back. “so, what’s been on with you lately? here i’ve been going off about myself, and i haven’t even asked how the…bionic? heroes are doing?”

“dunno. you don’t seem like the type,” he admits. with his free hand, kenan idly flicks the shortening rod, gaze fixated on the small embers falling to the asphalt street. “if i could go back in time, i’d tell my fifteen year old self: don’t do it. it won’t give you street cred, just awful breath.” he turns to harley. a smile cracks across his face as the last few words leave the artist’s lips. “....bionic.... heroes?” he says, nearly breaking into a fit of laughter. “we’re doing great. not nearly as good as lego lazarus, though.” 

[galvanises]

aikatcrine:

she laughs a little bit too easily, but it’s in her nature to be amused without difficulty ( when you’re as in love with life as she is, it shouldn’t be very hard ). a little nod lets him know she’s listening, while humming the tune to the song almost subconsciously; she’s drawn to music like flies to honey, the sound to her as sugary sweet, and if there’s one thing kitty can always smile about it’s the little melodies that slip in through the cracks of her everyday. “of course you’re right !” she nods, firm and certain. “such a shame he had to face the truth the hard way, though … hopefully he knows better, now.”

as the car’s movement relaxes, kitty finds herself glancing over at him, the boy so full of light and warmth it rivals even hers ( and she’s one of the happiest people she knows ! ). she’s quick to follow his gaze, though, and she lets out an audible gasp; the moon is radiant, hanging over them like a light, and the plethora of stars scattered across the universe twinkle with their own everglow. the ephemerality of their light enchants her to no end, and kitty’s beam grows even wider as she places her chin between both hands. “it really is something else.” she murmurs in awe, almost to herself; it’s impossible not to be overwhelmed by it all –– even more so to look up and believe they could ever possibly be the only creatures to ever experience its majesty.

his words have her nodding again, though a little softer; more thoughtful. “egocentric.” she repeats the word to herself, tongue rolling every syllable. creases of sadness threaten to lace her expression, though they’re quickly pushed away, by more hopefulness, assurance ( she’d gotten quite good at that, over the years ). “maybe later on, it’ll be just like wall-e !” kitty pipes up –– though that doesn’t sound quite right. her brows furrow. “except we’ll still be fit and healthy, and the world will still be clean … ah, well –– it’ll be like wall-e in the sense that we’ll get to travel and see everything that goes beyond, one day !” once she’s satisfied, the singer offers kenan a bright smile, tinged with softness she’d come to reserve for moments like these. then a giggle: “then you’ll get to learn all about girl alien titties.”

her gaze shifts once again, transfixed by the moon and stars that hang above. “it really is so overwhelming …” kitty muses. “hey–– if the technology comes around before we pass, i want you to go to space with me !” her tone is excited, cheerful and peppy as kitty always is, but there’s no mistaking the underlying soft. “it’ll just be like these drives, you know ? only this time we’ll get to pass by stars and planets and all.”

kenan turns his gaze to kitty, face nearly falling at the sight of her. even if he did try to get a smile out of her, it scares him, how easily she breaks into laughter. most people would chastise him — it’s what he wants, what he expects — and he would tell them, with a laugh, that it was all in the past and that he’d grown up. but part of him craved their disapproval. it’s what he deserves — for as easy as it is to laugh at himself, it’s difficult — almost impossible — to forgive himself. for all he knows, the bad parts still exist; they’re simply quiter, easier to manage. and he doesn’t know what he fears more: that people would see the bad parts and leave, or that people would see the bad parts and stay. it’s not what kitty deserves. he almost wants to protect her from him. it’s wrong how he keeps pretending and it’s wrong that enjoys his company for it. still, he doesn’t know how to unlearn sweeping the bad and ugly under the rug, and when he looks at her, it’s instinct to offer her a half-feigned grin of amusement. “he didn’t learn. he threw the first punch, and i lost, kinda badly.” jokingly, he flexes a lean bicep. “im not exactly the WWE type, you see— and i was far worse back then, i tell you. a diet of jello shots and bacon strips doesn’t do the body good. thank god i became a vegetarian.”

the words the girl aliens have titties leave kitty’s lips, and kenan snorts, face scrunching up as he tries to stop himself from breaking into a fit of laughter. he turns his head to the window, covering his face with one hand. “i can’t even look at you right now.” lips press together to bite down a spreading grin, and as he allows himself to look back to her, his chest is unbearably light. sometimes it scares him, being so happy.  sometimes coming from a high point makes the crash worse. four to five years have passed since diagnosis and he’s yet to find that balance, how to fly without falling too fast or too hard.  but he sinks deeper into his chair and  reminds himself to take a minute to savour the moment. to savour the quiet. he looks over to kitty and over to the sky and — 

there’s so much he wants to say. it’s become part of why he’s enjoyed the girl’s company so much: he feels heard, and more importantly, there’s so much he wants to hear. “is that your favourite movie? wall-e?” eyes widen in excitement, and he barely lets himself pause before speaking again. “because i think it’s mine. just — it’s such a work of art. it’s got to much soul. the story’s original, the character designs are amazing, the message drives deep, and for the whole first half there isn’t even any dialogue and — sorry, am i talking too much? just stop me if i’m talking too much, i can get so carried away when it comes to these things.” he laughs. idly, his hand finds its way to the car’s gear shift. “also, we can go to space. the r in prndl stands for rocketship.”

[galvanises]

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@harleyocall: @kozdemir okay no, do you know how much it costs to get married nowadays?? i promise you a boyfriend or a one night stand works just as well

@kozdemir: @harleyocall harley. do i look like i care about math

[blissfvls]

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[galvanises]

dclanie:

delanie: KENAN

delanie: there was sO many disney movies

delanie: stop attacking me

kenan: whos attacking whomst? ur the one neglecting the masterpieces....

kenan: atlantis, treasure planet, cars 2, the emperor’s new groove ...

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@harleyocall: @kozdemir ugh, kenan. value yourself more.

@kozdemir: @harleyocall harley. getting free dick IS self-value.

[galvanises]

blucmondays:

lennie ignored the display he offered. “please. it won’t take a cat for me to choose something else over the band.” she grumbled under her breath — though still loud enough for kenan to hear her, all in jest, of course — it was well known how much lennie adored her bandmates, even if they all collectively managed to drive her up the wall, every now and then. ( but they were her people, all the same — call her up at 2am to drag a body down the dorm halls, and she’d be there. with some grumbling, possibly, given that it was two am: and couldn’t have it all waited till she had coffee? ) brows arch in amusement, a snort ungracefully leaving her a moment later. “lennon never struck me as the type of beatle to end up on carpool karaoke. that weird letterman interview show on netflix? probably. but who the fuck’d wanna watch that?”

kenan snorts. despite being a strange constellation of people, the byronic heroes were a family, him being the concerned mother, and alek as his licentious yet faithful husband, nicola and addison, who were slowly becoming a compound noun nowadays, as their adopted children ( with, perhaps, some acute romantic tension ), and finally lennie, the rebellious teenage child. somehow, everything came together perfectly. even if he knows she doesn’t mean it, he chooses not to contradict her. “i know. i’m pretty sure you’d sell us to satan for one corn chip,” he remarks, half in laughter. "and honestly? i don’t really know who david letterman is. all white people sound the same to me.”

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@harleyocall: @kozemir you smelled correctly. it's like a harem dating show where the men compete to win the woman's hand in marriage, except it happens all in one night

@harleyocall: @kozemir can you imagine that? getting proposed to by a man you've known for 45 minutes to an hour?

@kozdemir: ,,,,,,,,if hes hot its ok. ill have my fun & then worsen US divorce rates ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ofezrcs-blog]

👻 FROM 𝒆𝒛𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒏 !

[galvanises]

ofezrcs:

EZRA: in like an hour?? i would say rn but i HAVE to get out of these fancy clothes before i die EZRA: pls wear it it’d be so iconic EZRA: i want a shirt and a hat i want to be as cringey as possible EZRA: can we get food otw? i NEED a milkshake

KENAN: W8 THATS SO SOON  KENAN: IM STILL LOOKING FOR IT THRU PILES OF LAUNDRY KENAN: but the good news is i found my other van gogh sock KENAN: u down for shake shack?

[blissfvls]

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[galvanises]

dclanie:

delanie: okay listen

delanie: so i didn’t include atlantis last night

delanie: BUT BUT BUT

delanie: it’s at the top of tonight’s list i swear to heck

kenan: idk... i’m hurt and offended on behalf of my boi milo thatch

kenan: ( add the emperors new groove too what the hell )

[galvanises]

reprcss:

      “why not dragons?” harley replied, lips quirking up in amusement as they followed kenan outside. his face was a friendly one they enjoyed seeing around, more so than the select few who seemed to like wasting artists’ time. “he said he was looking for something ‘badass, yet majestic,’” they continued, “and gave absolutely no other context than that, so i was just like, ‘alright, well, you’re getting dragons.’ and then he went with the ever-badass and majestic black canvas.” a pause. “you mind sparing a drag?”

“somehow, i was expecting a metaphor,” he says, smile matching harley’s. “their loss, then. all artists should know that gratuitous dragons improve everything.” they find a spot a little away from the entrance door. back leaning lazily against the brick wall, kenan takes a long drag on the cigarette, eyes lingering on the words ‘smoking seriously harms you and others around you’ printed on the front his box of lucky strikes. no shit, he thinks, placing the box back inside his pocket. a brow quirked. “you sure?” two fingers pass the lucky strike ( hesitantly ) to harley’s direction. “i’m trying not to be a bad influence on anybody.”

[apcthecses-blog]

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