sugar&spice™

once, i'd have wanted that. i'd have wanted someone to tell me what to do, to fix everything. once, i'd have wanted to be saved.

[alleyspata-deactivated20170924]

i’m sorry my hands are so sharp. i’m sorry i couldn’t be softer for you. i’m sorry i couldn’t be kinder for you. i’m sorry i couldn’t be whole for you. i’m sorry.

an apology. (e.c.a.)

[m-lkbox]

She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.

- Amy Waldman, The Submission (via sugarskinned)

[miaism-blog1]

@leahbelfer.

Leah watched on, the whole ordeal stealing interest from the orange flicker of her cigarette. She’d only stepped outside to smoke and now she was faced with a situation she was more than confused about. If anything, she was lucky she hadn’t flicked away her cigarette butt without realising that an earth warrior was standing by with all that wrath. The blonde ashed into the garbage can instead of the ground this time. “You’re going to but the janitor out of the job.”

mia stood in the middle of many pairs of curious eyes at this point, but the unwanted attention was well worth it, to get her point across. “ he’s doing a pretty shitty job anyway. ” mia said with a slight chuckle, furrowing her eyebrows at the girl. “ you know that shit’s terrible for you, right? ” 

[miaism-blog1]

@rileykncx.

“Hell no, sis,” Riley echoed, brow furrowing as she flipped through the pages of the ID magazine sprawled over her lap, “hell no.” Tittering under her breath at the taste of the quote in her mouth, something dollar store outrageous like a cheap tube of impersonation Polo mints, she tracked a first finger down the swish of a star studded fur coat pasted between the next block of text. “No need to throw it that hard, y’know. What did the soda can ever do to you? Harsh. The little guy has rights.”

“ okay, you’re not taking this seriously at all. ” mia shoved her hands into her pockets, realizing she had only been yelling to whoever would stop listen to her. “ you can continue with your academic reading now, sorry about that. ”

[miaism-blog1]

@lola-dupont.

“You weren’t, don’t worry,” Lola replied, her legs tucked under her skirt in a fashion reminiscent of a Catholic school girl. “I saw it too. I’ll even testify in court if the need arises.” She reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Are you in ECO-Club, or something?”

“ someone has to call some of these entitled old men out on their bullshit. ” mia straightens out her t - shirt absentmindedly, chuckling to herself at lola’s comment. “ i’m not, actually. i’ve been thinking about some sort of student body president, not sure i’d have time for both. ”

[miaism-blog1]

@wesmccarthy.

“Maybe it’ll grow into a soda tree,” Wes droned, cigarette dangling from his lips.

“ that’s very comical, really funny. sadly jokes just aren’t going to make much of a difference when it comes to saving the planet. ”

[miaism-blog1]

@stellacarter.

“I’m pretty sure that picking up litter is the janitor’s problem, usually,” Stella said with a small smile, a cross between amused and annoyed. She truly hadn’t expected Mia to be such a handful, but at least she kept things…interesting. “But I’m sure you can pick up your paycheck on Friday.”

“ yeah, well he’s doing a shit job. ” crossing her arms over her chest, mia rolls her eyes to rid herself of the negativity, smiling at those who now walk by and dispose of their litter in the trash can. “ see? ” she gestures to the next person who follows suit, “ i can change the world, stella. just wait. one day i’ll be on the news for something worth while. ”

[miaism-blog1]

“ wait - i can’t be the only one who saw that nasty old biology prof throw his empty soda can on the grass?!! this man literally lectures about the earth for a living and you’re telling me he’s going to litter right in my face? hell no sis, hell n o. ” mia scoffs as she reaches down to scoop the litter off the ground, throwing it aggressively into the garbage can beside her as she straightens her posture again. “ god, do i have to do everything around here?? ”

[miaism-blog1]

hi ! its Becca back with another ugly character bc i guess ive officially taken residence up this rps ass!! so excite to bring my baby to life here :) btw I am on aim @beclieber and I love being friends on there !!!!!

first ... her bio. to warn u, it’s kinda creepy and tw; death 

well , her name is Mia n she’s a complete activist who ironically destroys everything she touches (even tho all she ever wants to do is help) 

mia is like, THE ACTIVIST !!!!! like she is so against pollution and all for womens rights and will like yell at u if u litter … anything social justice is her shit 

she just wants to do good in the world and shes so fuckingggg sad because she feels like she just brings bad luck n rain clouds wherever she goes 

she’s super hippie in her ideals she loves flowers n saving the planet but she’s by no means like, a sweet and naive lil hippie girl ….??? she is not the stereotype at all, she will punch u if she catches u stepping on a flower shes quite in ur face about it 

she recently moved to town so she could rly use some friends as she lost all of her own n shes sad about it and super confused about wtf happened? 

but also very guarded bc she feels like everything she touches she destroys and she doesnt wanna hurt anyone 

mia is honestly ... a little hard to get along with and is not the most approachable. i feel like she wouldve been a news story or something, people around town probably think shes a freak or some shit, up to ur character to decide what they think of her ! 

[goaldiggerbaby]

[sunrisesongs]

Oh, but why did God give us fragile hearts  and such brutal bones to house them in? I want to be all tenderness but my hands are much too harsh.

Amrita C. (via sunrisesongs)

[wnq-writers]

I just can’t get rid of the feeling that I am a bad person with a good heart. I always want to do the right thing but in the end I’m fucking things up. In the end I’m always fucking things up.

blxckwinkel (via wnq-writers)

[quatrewrites]

My lungs were never meant for breathing Screaming perhaps, heaving, sobbing even Just something more violent Than a simple breath

112. One day I’ll learn how to breathe. (e.r.)

[lyrebelacqua]

Haunting // Halsey

[muse-with-fuse]

                                                                   Someone save me,                             My heart is darker than the pitch black night                              && the reflection in the mirror is going crazy

[effstonemm]

[venettaoctavia]

You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.

Venetta Octavia, excerpt of “THE BURNING”, from my upcoming chapbook, tentatively titled “Oculus” (via venettaoctavia)