The Blue Badger

Spain/15 years making this world more awesome/ Future lawyer idk where/ Sorry for my English/ INTP (-T)/ He- Him- His/ Pansexual/ If you want something, I'm here!

[maze-chloe]

[thorsbaratitty-blog]

petition for chris hemsworth to just buy out national geographic and film everything on his phone from his backyard

[hirxeth]

[jeanbf]

[unstablesuggestion]

i’ve run out of poetic ways to say i wish i was fucking dead

[inconspicuoussuggestion]

concept: you are home for me. i see you every day. we are intertwined in brand new ways, and we never want to be separated again.

[inconspicuoussuggestion]

i’ve been waiting so patiently for the pain to end but i don’t know if it’s ever going to go away.

[inconspicuoussuggestion]

I just don’t want to be in my body.

[woesuggestion]

No one cares but me.

[safesapphic]

I wish you were here.

[hellishsuggestion]

And now I’m stuck in this form and all I crave is that delicious fear. I want to feel people’s hearts stop dead when they look at me, I want to be the thing under people’s beds and in their closets, I want to feel the blood welling up through my claws. I want to feel whole again

[hellishsuggestion]

Rest in the blood of your enemies, smiling, knowing that you are victorious.

[holyholyholysuggestion]

i reach down, plucking my halo from the puddle of blood on the ground

i wipe the blood onto my clothes before setting it atop my head

back where it belongs

[maddeningsuggestion]

is it manipulative? to be as sweet as sugar and as nice as roses to everyone you meet, because you know they’ll do their best for you, and they would never believe you could do anything bad

[whisperingsuggestion]

I am fear and joy, broken promises, picked scabs, silver glitter caught in eyelashes, a pocket of loose string.

[corporeal--corvid]

I am hope and trust, broken bottles, healed scars, bright moonlight reflecting off of rivers, a pocket of sunflower petals.

[woodlandwaters]

I am manic laughter and sly smiles, delicate stonework, a cautious predator, sunlight dappled beneath the trees, a pocketful of playing cards.

[lilting-lavender-laurals]

I am butterfly kisses and torn fingernails, verdant fens, tamarack shadowing bracken, a pocket of yarrow.

[bumblesandbuzzing]

I am overwhelming freedom and false prophets, buzzing bees, butterflies in the stomach of lovers, a pocket filled with crumpled up love letters.

[maddeningsuggestion]

I? Am a bloody baseball bat in the hands of an angel, a silver bladed claw, crimson drops falling from green leaves, a pocket of polaroid photographs.

[martyrsuggestion]

Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.

[martyrsuggestion]

midnight highways. cracked street lamps and quiet gas stations. muted music, a crown of thorns and drugstore wine. I’m sorry, I’m sorry