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She is a little mess. A jigsaw with missing puzzles. A little rain with strong winds. A glimpse of sunlight from the moon. A chunk of heaven in hell. A smile of a child with candies. She is a little mess. A beautiful mess. And you will learn to love her. You will, I promise you.

#ch. whitney dallas #****#mine

theclonewriter-blog

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

onewordtest

“Unless you are following the dialogue with an action and not a dialogue tag.” He took a deep breath and sat back down after making the clarifying statement.

#writing

kseniablog

#only human #c: zachariah marcus

bloodrunslikeink

she is a summer child with flowers in her fingertips and storms in her voice, she is rushing rivers and a lilac breeze. he is a violent wind with thunder and ice in his bones and has no idea what to do with the razor edges of this girl who has followed him into the darkness. this girl, this magical girl, who pets his dog and eats his fruit and fastens herself a crown of long dead roses taken from cold, stiff hands, who brushes him aside with frigid determination, seats herself upon his throne and strikes more fear into the hearts of men than he himself could ever have dreamed of. he is a rejected son with a bruised heart and leftover memories of a family he never knew, he is whispers of tomorrow and a faded promise. she is a caged bird with dreams of freedom and a fiery rage buried deep in her ribs and when she sees him leave an opening, she snatches it out right from under his nose. she relishes the taste of pomegranate on her tongue and makes his place her own with a light in her eye that echos power and vengeance and the end of the world. she seats herself upon his throne and reigns with the might and fury of a goddess scorned; she likes it better here, in the dark and the damp. here she is a queen.

Her rule has just begun (via bloodrunslikeink)

#doo wee queue #q

annthousai

Southern Gothic witches

“Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.”

― Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden

#inspiration

restricted

#only human #couples #nsfw

hallowmist

i believe in you. in the way you hold me as i fall apart. in the way you cradle my heart, like you can save me from the world. in the way you curl around me, like i’m the last ember of a flame keeping you warm. in the way you fill every crevice, crack, rift, i never knew i had, and i seem to do the same in return. in the way the stars seem to spill from your every pore, as if nothing in the world could keep you from shining, blazing a path through the darkness. in the way we support each other, so even when the harshest storms come, we can still stand back up. i may not believe in god. i may not believe in me. but what does that matter? i believe in our love.

and that’s all i need to keep me together // e.q. (via hallowmist)

#couples #friendships #q

derangedrhythms

you press me into the pillow, tremble. tongue. my blood sings.

Salma Deera, from arachnid (via killingthespring)

#couples #only human #lookalike

doubledepresso

#c: rhett major #brotp: i don't love you but i always will

awfulmachinations

You did not choose to be born— You were shaped by the gods from emptiness, so is it any wonder that you clawed greed and war and cruelty out from under your skin? That you chose to soak your hands in pestilence and plague and shadows? Your blood is buzzing with these things that they call terrible. With these things that make you alive. But once the mire has dried under your fingernails, all that is left is a hollow girl, an empty shell, and nothing else. not even hope.

pandora absolved | M.C. (via mythaelogy)

#q #c: lolly young #c: oona sayer #c: anastasia greer #c: adelia moreno