[anakkin]

Q: what is love? A: madness in the form of roses.

withered love letters | a.w. (via scorpusmalfoy)

[fables-of-the-reconstruction-de]

For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.

Aleister Crowley  (via star-eaters)

[hirohamada]

What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence. Claude Monet

[kinkind-blog1]

today is onao's birthday

[kinkind-blog1]

( menma. )

          & such lax courtesy was not the result of vulgarity or rudeness. there was no firm black or white in his mentality. no options or deceptions. in fact, the addition of suspicions had only made the issue more amorphous and troubled. a moment of drift aspiration passed in reflection. “you’re coming with me. even if i have to drag you with your wrist and ankles bound.” whispers sorrowed at an ending resemblance to his counterpart ; mimicking & mocking. “tte – bayo.” it was but a mere mind game with him. 

                                hark ! empyrean enigma of perplexities and pretense masked in the mirage of women like war songs. nepentheful daughter damask in the tinge of fruitful life and forge; she does not bear it. as barren as tree in the recession of ripe youth, air thick with the pungent pestilence that emitted itself in her sigh. curious creature-careful ... calculating. ❝ i won’t struggle. ❞  deft digit demure in the grace of flitting piece of azure silk behind the shell-curve of her ear, an understand under-lash lift of viridian visions vaulting at the vexation of situation. she had been caught. 

[kinkind-blog1]

hit [ ♥ ] for a starter ...

[fanglesr-blog]

                       independent. kiba inuzuka from naruto shippuden.                                    ｆｒａｍｅｄ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ

                       i.                                 ii.                                      iii. 

[kinkind-blog1]

[ ♥ ] continued- @kinling

                                      careful creatures, tantalizing trebles tipping each scale for the other. a touch, a pull, an ivy’d creep glance in everglade exchanges in the eden of each other. there were games meant to be played,and she had always intended to play them well.                                                                         line of lips thin in the levy of a cross-carved smile, hiding it away in the pocket of a dimple. his hands rake and mold, but she is not clay to melt. she is marble for all intents and purpose. lips - however - doth protest in such sweet sigil patterns into the fabric of her blouse. book becomes an extension; bound pages masquerading a cover for the grin growing in the gale. but he is quick work of such small buffs of intimacy. she wants to giggle,bell-tone chirps of laughter bubbling forth from the brook of babble lost in her at such opportune moments. like child that had been caught, he sees so through such ruses. hands do as lips, lattice bridges built on the plane of her stomach between each perfectly slotted finger. she lets leg uncross as he pulls her in, letting the waters stir only as much as she dared. hips sway and she is crossing leg again, a slow drape of velveteen milk in the sashay of silken skirt and delicate ruffle. knuckles glide oe’r knuckles, bringing hand to lips and letting preened petals gather what remained. ‘ have i disturbed you? you simply looked so lonely here I was compelled to fly to your service. ‘  lips rise in corners against the rough flesh of a hand she so adored, innocent breath feigning oe’r the hills and valleys of palms she so intricately studied. ‘ do you want me to move? ‘ double-edged questions-not quite daggers, but sharp all the while.

[wingedhoney]

heavenly words

aliferous: (adj.) having wings

apricity: (n.) the warmth of the sun in the winter

aspectabund: (adj.) letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

aurora: (n.) dawn

balter: (v.) to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

cafune: (n.) the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

catharsis: (n.) release of emotional tension

charmolypi: (n.) a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad

diaphonous: (adj.) light, translucent, and delicate

dulcet: (adj.) sweet

ephemeral: (adj.) fleeting

ethereal: (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world

eutony: (n.) the pleasantness of a word’s sound

halcyon: (adj.) a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful

illecebrous: (adj.) enticing

irenic: (adj.) promoting peace

kalon: (n.) beauty that is more than skin-deep

kalopsia: (n.) the seeing of things as more beautiful than they actually are

lacuna: (n.) a blank or missing part

lilt: (n.) a pleasant gentle accent

ludic: (adj.) full of fun and high spirits

meraki: (n.) to do something with love or soul

nefelibata: (n.) cloud-walker; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination

nepenthe: (n.) something that makes one forget their sadness

nubivagant: (adj.) wandering in the clouds

numinous: (adj.) feeling fearful yet awed and inspired

orphic: (adj.) beyond ordinary understanding

pyrrhic: (adj.) won at too great a cost

pulchritudinous: (adj.) breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty

scintilla: (n.) a tiny trace or spark of a feeling

selcouth: (adj.) unfamiliar, strange, yet marvelous

sirimiri: (n.) a light drizzle of rain

susurrus: (n.)  whispering, murmuring, or rustling

sweven: (n.) a dream

temerate: (v.) to break a bond or promise

viridity: (n.) innocence

yonderly: (adj.) absent-minded

[chiefhoppers-deactivated2020122]

[kinkind-blog1]

[ a journey. ]

@herculed​ 

                                        words are much akin to astronomy, strung together in cryptic constellations that to themselves do suffice. reflective and indicative of nothing but soft explosions leaking gaseous graves, such were deaths of words falling in deafening roars of millennia old screams. when stars die, do they make noise? she is sure - her companion’s sky must be dark indeed. 

                               ‘yes.’ cut, curt, carcerating a wound yet to bleed. she watches bead give chase, one garnet gloria for the other, osmosis obituary meeting it’s end when  brought to heel in the breadth of space betwixt her thumb and forefinger. hands fly at the service of her point, folding themselves as origami roses on the perch of a knee. allotting each vertebrae in a thorn-riddled row, her back straightens. everglade gazes a creeping ivy of looks, a flit of lash under’t and she is studying that which for all life’s sake should know love. funny thing - disastrous thing. broken thing. 

                    ‘unfortunate. you, something that by definition is not a singularity but a plural.’

                                                        and there i wandered, as lonely as a cloud.                                                      words wilt in the empyrean expanse of the space between them - as dead as dwarf star. her mouth is tired, and soul illimitable as it trembles as if longing for something so far out of reach. she sinks into a hip on her rise, adjusting the pack she carried with her crosses. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          ‘shall we continue?’

[wnq-writers]

what are we, science or magic?” A tragedy, darling.

tragedyintoart  (via wnq-writers)

[lostinposhlost]

They all have tired mouths And luminous, illimitable souls; And a longing (as if for sin) Trembles at night through their dreams.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from ‘The Angels’  (via aegeane)

[babil6]

[martyrsuggestion]

rose thorns in your side, petals growing out your ears, vibrant red streaming from your mouth

[dailydccu]

[alteregowo]

Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky