some see a pen, i see a harpoon

There is nothing more insane than a human in love.

[my-heart-of-heart]

My brain: alright, you wanna write a story, so you’ll need an idea

Me: okay, I’ve made a Pinterest board of aesthetics, put together multiple playlists, designed the book cover, decided who would play who in the movie, planned every shot of said movie’s trailer, choreographed epic fight scenes with no context, picked all the characters’ Hogwarts houses, made memes about it that no one will understand, drawn a giant family tree of relatives who aren’t even in it, come up with random references I could make, and spent hours wondering what weird theories fans would come up with.

My brain: that’s cool but what about the plot

Me: what’s a plot

[vodkakilledtheteen]

Sometimes you just taste me and your forget to feel me.

[promptdumpster]

“He has a sister. A twin sister. My bisexual ass is in danger.”

[inkbyaporia]

i.

the first time i met you, i couldn’t pronounce your name when you introduced yourself. my tongue stumbled over your name as if it became drunk off its syllables alone, to my embarrassment and your annoyance. tongues are a tricky thing— they are kind enough to hide everything you aren’t brave enough to say but cruel enough to make you taste the bitterness of your secrets. i wonder if you still taste her. i wonder if her name tastes like sun or vodka burning on its way down or the cold side of the bed or the things you never said to her or the love you used to share. i hope you spit out the taste of her name when you left her. because i’ve stopped sharing room with other women in the roofs of people’s mouths years ago. it took me a lot of blood and even more tears to teach myself i am too large to share a mouth with someone else— the taste of my name is made of cayenne pepper and tumeric and honey that stings, too potent to mix with someone else. i, too, have the sort of name tongues get drunk on. you do not see that we are the same yet.

ii.

if i had the chance, i’d swallow you. i’d devour the lies you tell yourself and digest the truths you’re courageous enough to admit, i’d take you straight and i’d let you burn on the way down like my throat was born to sting. i wouldn’t hesitate. but i am so frightened that if i dared taste you, it would be her aftertaste that would remain, or if i tried to describe your flavor i’d say her name instead. i can’t kiss with tongue if your mouth is still drunk off the very syllables of her name. because while i’ve learned to say your name correctly, my stomach craves to pronounce it, too. my teeth are sweetened by the very sight of you.

— tongues hold so much more than names (ap 12.21.18)

[sahlof0lina]

And don’t you dare say she was broken for loving me. We had something that will never be forgotten. And don’t you dare think that some part of her is not with me, because I can feel her and I know she can feel me too. And don’t you dare tell me she has not laid in her bed crying wondering why things never could work out between us, just as i am doing now.

[writingboutyou]

When you said goodbye at the end of my street, under the streetlight, it felt different. More permanent. Like you weren’t just saying goodbye to me, but to us. You said I made you sad and happy at once, I didn’t have to ask what that meant because I understood. I understand. Loving me is a curse and a blessing, cold and hot, nothing and everything at once. Loving me is hard, so when you said goodbye, I understood. I understand.

v.m (via writingboutyou)

[autumnsunshine10]

This sunlight burns my eyes, But unfortunately doesn’t scorch Off the reminders of last night’sMistake made in desperate haste. My heart feels like it will revolt And maybe turn toward The one who had it and Turned it away cavalierly. Instead, I keep walking In shame that I ever believed You could love me… That anyone could. I walk alone, as it should be, Straight into the sun And I don’t even Shield my eyes.

The sun’s glare still isn’t as harsh as yours // Inkstay June word prompt #6 (via autumnsunshine10)

[the-modern-typewriter]

“I miss you.”

“You miss an illusion.” But the villain paused all the same, hand rising as if about to touch. Faltering. Their hand dropped. They steeled themselves. “Take them away.” Cold.

[poetryandthesea]

I wonder whether it is your mind or your heart that reacts first when you hear my name.

// associations j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[poetryandthesea]

And how should I ever forget how your smile sends tingles down my spine when I could burn all those pictures of you but I’d still have your image tattooed on my eyelids whenever I fall asleep?

// pictures of you j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[methethinkinggirl]

…You got into me As deep As ocean ever got into earth…

Excerpts from your eyes // (via methethinkinggirl)

[sixpenceee]

Short Scary Stories

If you want more short scary stories, here’s my masterpost. If you want to write a short creepy story and share with me- make a post and tag me!

“Annoying Neighbor” by reddit user conffra

I used to live in a small building downtown. One of the reasons I moved out was the bad neighborhood, including this guy in the apartment right over mine. It was a weird looking fella who mostly kept to himself. Around midnight though, there was frequently a strange noise that got on my nerves. It wasn’t loud, to be fair, but I have really light sleep so it was hard to get my eyes shut with those little bumping sounds going on and on. It reminded me of high heels walking about, but not as loud, as if the person causing the noise was actually trying to be silent. After a few days, i realized the pattern was always the same, like a recording played over and over with random intervals in between. And that went on for the best part of an year, always the same sequence of bumps, slowly tattooed into my mind, sometimes for hours straight during the night.

It was only several years later, helping my daughter with her homework, that I learned a little bit of morse code. She knocked on the table with her knuckles and a shiver immediately went through my spine as I recognized that exact pattern. When i asked her what it meant, she laughed. “It’s the easiest one, daddy” she said. “It’s the one to call for help.”.

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[loving-in-pen]

“And sometimes it starts with a coincidence, an awkward high school phase.  You had the same lunch and a few of the same friends, and all it took was one joke, one smile, and you needed to know more.  You’d seen her face around but never said a word.  But then you exchange numbers in the courtyard and talk non stop for days.  

Both of you have girlfriends, so neither of you suspect the other of feeling mutually connected.  Yet, something is there. 

‘meet me at the library.’  and it all happens then, even though nothing happened.  Your lips didn’t touch, but hers did brush your forehead when finally saying goodbye after talking for hours about everything. 

 Sparks.

Now fear is starting to rise, but you’re prepared to defeat that anxiety boiling in your chest because those big brown eyes have caught you in the midst of feeling lost.  She isn’t ready, though, for the feelings about to come.  So when she runs, you feel broken. 

A year or two passes before you talk to her again.  Finally out of the previous relationship, ready to make her miss you.  You had moved on, really, one hundred percent and you didn’t see anything happening.  

Now you’re best friends with this girl who once brought you down, but you feel the warmth of her soul and remind yourself that she meant no harm.

April 1st, 2015.

She asked me to be hers.  Really.  Officially.  Let me explain something to you about the way she made me feel. 

When she said my name, my entire body was electrified.  When she looked at me and smiled, my heart melted completely.  When she took my hand, I believed that God may just exist.  

But things can’t stay perfect, and why should they?  Life isn’t meant to be fair.

December 2nd, 2015.

She is finding you in the grass behind the shed in her yard, you have on a white crop top and black skater skirt.  There are pills in your hair, all around you, empty capsules and a bottle of a pomegranate drink that’s empty and sad like your now-blue face.  You hear her screaming.  Begging.  Grabbing at jackets in her car, crying for you to be okay.  Her face is twisted in the purest form of sadness and fear.  The fear you saw in high school.  The fear that has been lying in wait.

‘No no no, don’t do this.  Please be okay.  I love you.’

You throw up a mixture of blood and empty capsules, not sure what else to do.  You just want to get rid of the sadness in her eyes.  Those eyes that captured you and held you close since that warm day in April.

And then it’s over.  And she’s gone. 

She no longer exists. 

This brown eyed fantasy unveiled into a harsh reality where you can’t trust a single soul and you can’t love any other person.  

2017

You spend the first night next to her in her drivers seat, wearing her t-shirt and blasting your playlist, so unsure of when you’ll wake up from this dream.  By the time her lips are on yours, you remember exactly who you fell in love with. 

But I’m here to tell you, one final message from my tormented mind, sometimes you must lose the one you can not afford to lose.  Sometimes you have to let yourself kiss her one final time and let it go.  Sometimes the one can’t be yours.  Sometimes you have to love your soulmate more than yourself.  

And all the time, I will remember what she gave to me.” 

[sahlof0lina]

“How did it feel to fall in love?” She asked, dirt under her brown eyes as she stared up at her mother curiously.

“It feels.. like wonderland. You become Alice. One move can make you smaller than everything else, the next you feel as if you’re larger than life itself. You can feel the blood rushing through your veins and the adrenaline hitting your body. You can hear the birds singing in the morning and the crickets chirping at night. You can imagine the happiness of everyone who’s ever smiled and you can imagine the pain of anyone who has ever even skinned their knee. Love, my darling, is the most beautiful, painful, and fascinating things you will ever experience.”

[promptsonpaper]

“How many souls must I steal to feel something again.”

[unblockingwritersblock]

Writing Prompt #534: Hook, Line and Sinker

They never actually found what they were looking for. They just crossed their fingers and hoped the universe wouldn’t notice.

[jwfeelings]

We were the sky with the tsunamis beating on our cheeks and the clouds in our eyes. We were victorious for a moment, but like a hurricane the feelings ran away with the wind and destruction was all that was left.

For a second they were legends, but they were victorious for a lifetime by @jwfeelings (via jwfeelings)