[hippiesispunkz]

[pencap]

there is a bird caged inside my chest. i know, i know. what a damned cliché. but this caged bird does not strain against my ribs      because it longs to break out of its cage. this caged bird does not turn its sharp beak upon my veins      to try and peck its way through my heart.  this caged bird does not trill an endless morning song      to comfort a trapped soul with hobbled wings. this caged bird flaps its wings sometimes,      just to remind itself that it can fly.      just to remind itself that it is supposed to fly. this caged bird opens its mouth sometimes,      just to remind itself that it can speak.      just to remind itself that it is supposed to sing. this caged bird spins a pirouette between my lungs. this caged bird grooms its feathers and fluffs up when it’s upset. this caged bird perches on my ribs and looks outside.  this caged bird even sings, sometimes. but sometimes, i swear it seems if one day my ribs crumbled,      if one day you reached into the cavity of my chest           and tugged it free from its chains– this bird would not fly away.

this bird is afraid of freedom ( j.p. )

[inscrvio-blog]

✧ ☾ ☆ ☄ ⁛  SANTIAGO RIVERA & NOAH ASHBURY

                “ we’re honestly the dream team,                    let’s take over the WORLD … ”                         [ @lcstsaint ]

[tcintedbeauty]

@lcstsaint​

There was a certain air about the brunette that changed a little when she had something specific on her mind – or a certain goal she had in mind of achieving. Today, it was someone she was searching for. Not a pick of people because she was bored or anything like that; one person. Floating through the halls just when most classes were finishing for the day, sensing the eyes on her but paying them very little attention as she kept looking. Lola could only hope that he hadn’t already gone back to the dorms for the night.

There was also something hidden inside of her that wouldn’t even admit to herself that she wanted to spend time with the young man, like it was something that shouldn’t really happen in case of disaster. A small smile instantly licked up her lips as she recognized him from behind; removing the sign of vulnerable emotion from her face as she walked up behind him and tugged on his sleeve softly. “Can we go somewhere?”

[lcstsaint]

It would be dishonest to say he didn’t notice the few steps back people took from him or how they tended to avoid him completely, he didn’t exactly have a reputation for being even remotely nice. It was probably for the better those opted to stay clear of him. His uncountable attempts to keep the uncontrollable fire that raged inside him beneath the surface was futile. He often failed in keeping the fire in his veins and not on the surface of his skin, he couldn’t keep any sort of hold on his power and he despised the fact he was took weak to do so. If he couldn’t keep it in check, why not let it run free? It caused chaos but he hadn’t severely hurt anyone. Yet.

The muscles in his jaw twitched involuntary as he felt another’s eyes lingering on him, it was something so simple that ignited the flames and before he could react further there was a tugging at his sleeve. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. He could count on one hand the amount of people who would actually dare touch him, it was easy enough to figure that neither Landon or Noah wouldn’t pull at his sleeve. His annoyance dissipated just as quickly as it arose, he refused to acknowledge how just her presence calmed him, despite them both probably causing more chaos than anything. He couldn’t explain it, he didn’t want to. “I’m busy.” It was a lie, only saying the words to get a reaction, casting a quick glance around the hall before finally turning towards the brunette. “I guess I could make some time.”

[old--lumina]

[txiclungs]

Juliet had gotten really good at tuning the world out, she needed to tune it out as the only sound could be her own angry thoughts. So it honestly wasn’t a shock that she didn’t hear the door downstairs slam shut as she quickly pulled on a new shirt from the large amount of untouched clothing just hanging up in the closet. She was trapped deep in thoughts of wondering why she had even come back to this place, she was supposed it have left forever and just go back to being the ghost that she once was. But every bone in the twenty-nine year old’s body had screamed to come back once again, to a place that had brought some comfort but so much pain as well. Those thoughts stopped when she heard a floorboard creek and Juliet quickly whipped around, a panicked look in her dark brown eye. “What do you want?”  

[lcstsaint]

“Mierda!” His voice was panicked the fear more than ever present as bandaged knuckles stained against the indents in the brick wall he was attempting to scale with hungry walkers snapping at his feet. Pulling himself over the wall which admittedly was a lot taller than he anticipated, he hit the ground with a thud. Blood seeping through the white bandages around his knuckles, Santiago clutched his ribs which took the brunt of the impact as he hurried towards the nearest house. Slamming the door shut, his breathing was ragged as he headed upstairs hoping to get a better view of what direction the horde he had narrowly escaped was headed. As he entered the room at the front of the house, his eyes fell the figure and now the window before quickly averting them, feeling a sudden sense he was invading her privacy. “Shit, sorry, I was tryna get away from a few walkers.”

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[lcstsaint]

shaw || mark || del

[tylerposey]

[ctstrophes]

Being alone wasn’t anything new for Lights, in a way she’d been alone all of her life, in Spain, in Scotland, in New York and now here in Cheyenne. She liked it, she didn’t have to worry for anyone but herself ( as selfish as that might sound) but dealing with other people was always too bothersome. She stepped foot inside the small place she called HOME being only greeted by a noise coming from further in, it sounded like glass had just hit the ground and shattered which obviously meant someone was in and now she had to get them OUT. As she walked to where the noise had come from Lights was met by the sight of a survivor – great couldn’t it have been like a raccoon or something? ( apparently not). “ Need anything? Or did you just come here to break my favorite thing in this house.”

[lcstsaint]

Being part of the Capitol meant being surrounded by others ALMOST constantly despite his preference to be alone for stints of time. He was used to isolation, how his mindset shifted in the boxing ring almost felt like he was alone and the other guy was just a target. He wasn’t a stranger to PHYSICAL isolation either, prison introduced him to that, not always but even when he was in genpop ( surrounded by others with similar tattoos of AFFILIATION which automatically took a target off his back ) he could feel ALONE. Rummaging through the house for fresh bandages for the bleeding wounds on his knuckles that never seemed to HEAL, Santiago didn’t notice the object he had knocked over before it shattered. Dark eyes fell to the floor, kneeling down while scarred and tattooed hands, complete with their bloody and dirty bandages attempted to gather up the shards, the sincere look sent the strangers way as he glanced up. “I’m SO sorry, I didn’t realize this was your place, shit.”

[killbilled]

[musingisms]

killbilled:

He knows I understand him. Of course you do, you’re a profiler. It’s more than that.

[lcstsaint]

PRACTICALLY cradling the plush basketball, which was small in comparison to the hands that held it with more care than needed. His more sensitive approach to the plush basketball wasn’t normal for him but easily explained. His hands were calloused and scarred, his knuckles usually bruised or bloody ( occasionally bandaged ) and so used to violence. His hands mirrored his mind, how he processed his thoughts. It was no fault of his own, it was the tragedy that was his upbringing that caused Santiago to be the man he was today. He wasn’t used to showing such tentative CARE for something, neither were his hands which explained how he held the plush toy with fear that it might get broken, an irrational thought, he knew that.

He knew Luz wasn’t herself, it was obvious to WHY and he decided that it would be better to let her be alone or with Ada to try and get through Sherman leaving her. It had been a month, he wasn’t sure. Regardless of how long it had been, he was certain it still HURT. On scavenging trip he happened to come across the little plush basketball he now held in his hands as he approached Luz, outstretched slightly like a warm bowl of soup he was desperate to pass on.

“I, uh, I found this and thought you’d like it.” It was a dumb attempt at cheering her up, even if it was in the slightest but his GOOD INTENTION of the stupid toy was there. “It’s not the real thing but it’s KINDA cute, right?”

@rebcund

[pencap]

When you were born, they forgot to ask if you wanted to keep brawls in your knuckles if you wanted to carry war in your skull if you wanted to hold winter in your muscles. (You didn’t.) When you fell, they forgot to ask if you wanted to fly through the skies if you wanted to say goodbye if you wanted to die. (You didn’t.) When you came back, they forgot to ask if you wanted to bear ice in your veins if you wanted to have your memories cleansed if you wanted to live again. (You didn’t.)

You never wanted this, but you never had a choice; the gods don’t care what one broken boy wanted ( j.p. )

[corahniscool]

[personalswea-deactivated2015070]

[wordlessity]

My bones are smoldering And my knuckles are bloody. Forgive me. Forgive me.

“Aloud” (20/365)

[malamente1992]

[momisthelimit]