in•qui•si•tive

a blog for those who wonder and keep wondering

[vindictive-suggestion]

Campfire embers wreathe your head and you pretend to be holy

[caarmine]

Stardust falls upon your shoulders and you pretend to be ethereal

[venomsoda]

Sunlight dances on your face and you pretend to be gentle

[arsonsuggestions]

fire dances around your fingertips and you pretend to be the good guy

[deadman-suggestions]

dark light swirls around your body and you pretend to be calm

[hidden-scales-suggestion]

Mist guides your footsteps and you pretend to be home.

[wavebound-suggestions]

Brine trembles on your cheeks and you pretend to be freedom

[bleeding-suggestion]

Blood splatters on your face and you pretend to be righteous

[feverdreamsuggestion]

tasteless medicine stains your tongue and you pretend to be well

[pixelsuggestion]

electronic screens tire your eyes and you pretend to be satisfied

[inquisitivesuggestion]

tremors wrack your jaw and you pretend to be all-knowing

[softiesuggestion]

ALL ACTIVE SUGGESTION BLOGS: REBLOG THIS

I’m compiling a list of as many active suggestion blogs as possible! Spread the word!

[inquisitivesuggestion]

there is always fear, of course. but isn't there also, curiosity, a discovery to be made?

[czwkr-deactivated20171004]

If your suggestion blog was a weapon, what would it be?

[lostinstaticsuggestions]

(a knife

[traitorsuggestion]

TEETH

[vindictive-suggestion]

FIRE

[martyrsuggestion]

a dagger made of silver, cryptic engravings coating the handle

[inquisitivesuggestion]

a tome

[lovestrucksuggestion]

Describe what love is to you in five words or less

[crimsonsuggestion-blog]

promise to make you happy.

[oblivousprose-deactivated202010]

dangerous and beautiful at once

[shatteredsuggestions]

broken and no longer real

[looking-it-in-the-eyes]

the air in my lungs.

[arrogantsuggestion]

looking in a mirror.

[crushsuggestions]

you.

[inquisitivesuggestion]

keeping both of us wondering

[inquisitivesuggestion]

"I trust you", I say, but still, I wonder.

[inquisitivesuggestion]

tracing the veins under your own skin, do you remember how you became this way?

[inquisitivesuggestion]

you wonder if they remember like you do. did you share the sights, the sounds, the feelings?

[vehementsuggestions]

I am passion.

[mortalsuggestions]

I am awe.

[retractedsuggestion]

I am cold

[highwaysuggestion]

i am confused.

[affablesuggestion-deactivated20]

I am positive

[incompletesuggestion]

i am incomplete

[shakysuggestions]

I am inconsistent

[ramblingsuggestions]

i am lost

[absurdistsuggestion]

I am wonder

[explorersuggestion]

I am curiosity

[friendshipsuggestion]

I am love

[affectionsuggestion]

I am cute

[arrogantsuggestion]

I am superior

[inquisitivesuggestion]

I am restless

[inquisitivesuggestion]

if hope dies, will there be room for questioning?

[xsuggestion]

anxious dandelions

[faeprincesuggestions]

Peaceful roses

[princelysuggestions]

Sorrowful Hyacinths

[goldensuggestionsmoved-blog]

frustrated tuberoses

[confidence-suggestions]

Timid Lilies

[variablesuggestion]

Friendly orchids

[driftingsuggestions]

Wilting petunias

[vermillionsuggestion]

Wrathful Violets

[misfitsuggestion]

Shining sunflowers

[the-universe-suggestion-archive]

peaceful cosmos.

[despiteeverything-itsstillyou-d]

Deadly Nightshade

[askthepandoranhero]

Determined Morning Glories

[herosuggestion]

plucky daisies

[thatspace]

lonely forget-me-nots

[rainysuggestion]

Trusting hydrangeas

[elusive-suggestions]

weary cherry blossoms

[martyrsuggestion]

Weary lilacs

[inquisitivesuggestion]

spellbinding poppies

[dictionaryofobscuresorrows]

sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

video: sonder: everyone has a story

[waywardangelsuggestions]

Your lies taste like pollution on the air.

[vindictive-suggestion]

Your presence tastes like alcohol in my throat.

[universelovesuggestions-blog]

your kiss tastes like vanilla in my mouth

[lilting-lavender-laurals]

your fingertips feel like flowers on my skin

[pixelsuggestion]

your memory feels like a hand on my back

[inquisitivesuggestion]

your silence tastes like static on my tongue

[martyrsuggestion]

drowning like a soldier, weighed down by my debts and the worlds problems in place of metal and cloth

[vindictive-suggestion]

Burning like a witch, rising up by my magic and smoke in place of an altar and coffin.

[advisorsuggestion]

Bleeding like a traitor, slashed in half by my lies and secrets in place of a knife and sword.

[despotsuggestion]

dying like prey, getting gutted by a bottle of wine and my guilt in place of bloody hands and red fingers. 

[inquisitivesuggestion]

crumbling like a tower, being staggered by the silence and the static in place of the noise and the endless questions.

[melodioussuggestion-deactivated]

Do you even remember me?

[quixoticsuggestions]

how could I ever forget your eyes?

[candysuggestions]

How could I ever forget your taste?

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

How could I ever forget your heart?

[misfitsuggestion]

How could I ever forget your smile?

[fancifulsuggestion-retired]

how could I ever forget your kindness? 

[authenticsuggestion]

How could I ever forget how you made me feel?

[positivitybee]

how could i forget your dank ass memes?

[iresuggestion]

How could I forget the way you were tangled up in my sheets?

[deepsea-suggestion]

How could I forget the look on your face when you left?

[mosaicsuggestion]

How could I forget the pieces of me you touched?

[garlicsalad]

how could i forget how you made me feel as though the stars were within my grasp?

[achingsuggestions]

How could I forget how I longed for your affections?

[affectionsuggestion]

How could I forget how your hugs are perfect compared to anyone else’s?

[inquisitivesuggestion]

How could I forget how you made me wonder?

[icecreamsuggestion]

for science

reblog with your star sign, alignment, and preference of eating ice cream in a bowl or a cone

[majesticsuggestion]

sagittarius, chaotic neutral, bowl

[corporeal--corvid]

virgo, neutral good, bowl

[anotherothersuggestion-blog]

Scorpio, Chaotic Neautral, cone

[w-ackattack]

Gemini, Neutral Good, bowl.

[fallenangelsuggestions]

Leo, Chaotic Good, bowl.

[rainysuggestion]

Cancer, Neutral Good, bowl (I get drippy).

[feverdreamsuggestion]

scorpio, chaotic neutral, bowl

[pixelsuggestion]

capricorn, true neutral, bowl.

[inquisitivesuggestion]

Gemini, chaotic good, cone

[inquisitivesuggestion]

if the path we are on was not meant to bear fruit, is it better to forge on ahead towards to graying sky, or is it wiser to greet the ground beneath our feet as an old friend and join it in restful company?