thorns

I remember you in honey, in old combs, in the faded colors of clothes hanging in the garden.

[lifeinpoetry]

darling, i don’t want you to love me. / i want you to be terrified.

Salma Deera, from “girls who don’t care for being touched,” Letters From Medea (via mossful)

[thelovejournals]

With one burning hand she held his and with the other she kept pushing him away.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via thelovejournals)

[inkskinned]

one time he and i were sitting in bed and i said “where do you feel stuff?” and he said “what do you mean” and i said, “here is anxiety” and pointed to my bottom left rib where the spiders start. he pointed to his throat. “it’s here for me.” 

i keep anger in my breastbone, he holds it in his hands. i feel sadness on my shoulders, he feels it in his lungs. 

we play this game until we come to love, and i realize that i am terrified (jugular vein) of what might come. what if it is not the same. what if he feels it somewhere else, what if it is just a flash fire, not the slow burn, what if it is congealing in one place instead of radiating, i try to change topics, flight response (sternum)

he takes my hands in his and puts them over his ribs and says, “everywhere, everywhere, like a sun is trying to escape me, like i am being consumed and you are filling up where used to be empty.” i say, “don’t be ridiculous humans are 99% empty space,” i nervous laugh (spiders down spine), he holds his gaze with me. 

“everywhere,” he repeats.

[cvstleofglass]

[kelleysroom-deactivated20180401]

Strangers with Candy 03.10 The Last Temptation of Blank 

[larmoyante]

I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.

Richey Edwards (via throatlozenge)

[english-idylls]

[witchboxco]

[movedbetawitch]

A Playlist for Evelyn x @dcadlites because I’m already in too deep The Horror of Our Love - Ludo

I want you stuffed into my mouth, Hold you down and tear you open, live inside you Oh, love I’d never hurt you... But I’ll grind against your bones until our marrows mix,  I will eat you slowly

Bernadette - IAMX

Bernadette, you are my liberty! I celebrate the day that you changed my history of Life and death will always be due to love and regret But you have the answers, and I have the key...

Lurk - The Neighborhood

I’ll fucking digest you,  One kiss at a time You wish I was yours, And I hope that you’re mine

Between The Bars - Elliot Smith

Drink up baby, look at the stars I’ll kiss you again, between the bars Where I’m seeing you there, with your hands in the air Waiting to finally be free

Falling In Love - Mallory Knox

I lit a match to let the light in And all the demons tried to sneak in, And I was powerless to stop them, I kept on falling in love, love, love...

Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg But when I’m tired and lonely, she see’s me to bed What set you free and brought you to me, babe? What set you free, I need you here by me In the midnight hour, she cried “more, more, more...”

Tonight, Tonight, Tonight - Genesis

I got some money in my pocket, about ready to burn I don't remember where I got it, I gotta get it to you So please answer the phone, cos I keep calling, but you're never home What am I gonna do

Daddy’s Little Peach - Emery

Last night. The drinks. The words. The kiss. The car. The apartment. The cab fare. Fake digits. Your hand. Your make up. Your high heels, impeccable. And all of it just to sit with some bottle thieves and counterfeits. How respectable. How respectable.

Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machines

‘Cause this is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can’t get enough

Two Weeks - FKA Twigs

I know it hurts, you know I’d put you first I can fuck you better than her You say you want me, I say you’ll live without it

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machines

I was a heavy heart to carry, my beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck, my fingers laced his crown I was a heavy heart to carry, my feet dragged across the ground And he took me to the river where he slowly let me drown

Burning House - Cam

Love, isn’t all that it seems, I did you wrong I’ll stay here with you until this dream is gone I’ve been sleepwalking, been wandering all night Try to take what’s lost and broke and make it right

Hurts Like Hell - Fleurie

How can I say this without breaking? How can I say this without taking over? How can I put it down into words, when it’s almost too much for my soul alone? I loved, and I loved, and I lost you.

[movedbetawitch]

dcadlites:

IT grinned, ❝derry is… full of secrets. there’re things beneath the surface that few have seen with their own eyes. you’re quite the lovely lady, miss evelyn… perhaps we can get to know each other some time over drinks? a little bit of… intimacy… never hurts.❞ as IT finished perry’s job, IT realized it had no idea how to work a cash register. just last week IT had discovered the microwave and IT was still reeling over that, so IT gave perry his control back, the body writhing for just a moment.

❝what the… shit. i… uh… that… i don’t normally… that’s not…❞ his face was red again. ❝sorry… i… sorry.❞

She knows the boldness comes from somewhere else, something else. It’s not the same vibes as the boy who was gently stumbling over his words earlier. She hadn’t expected to encounter someone so interesting her very first day in the town. Fate worked in strange ways. She smiles at him sweetly as the innocence returns, pulling out some cash out of her pocket to pay for the transaction. “Intimacy never hurts, hm?” she teases as she pays, gathering her items together.  She reaches over the counter, past him, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper, quickly jotting something down - her name and a number. She leans back over, tucks the piece of paper in his pocket with a grin. “Just so you know, I like my liquor hard. See you soon, Perry.” And with that she’s gone, out the door without a look back.

[movedbetawitch]

@dcadlites

It’s a stormy night and her body hurts, hurts, hurts. The fight was accidentally - it was over as quickly as it had begun but the damage was dealt and Evelyn found herself fleeing out into the darkness of Derry, the rain freezing against her skin. It was better than being in that house right now though.  She couldn’t sleep out in the open though. Not enough known about this place for that to be safe. So she finds her feet leading her to the only place, the only person, she knows that won’t hurt her.  She knocks hard on the door of Perry’s home, her hair black against her skin, plastered there along with the thin clothing she wears. It’s cold, so cold, and she knows she’ll be sick this time next week if she doesn’t get warm soon. The door open, casts light on a redhead with a busted lip that cracks open into a smile. “Hey. Can I stay the night?”

[movedbetawitch]

dcadlites:

cute? was she drunk? he scanned her things without saying much, too nervous that he would mess it up.

but then, quite suddenly, he coughed, hard, stepping back and grabbing at his throat. oh no. not IT. not again. he gagged again, gasping for air, gripping the edge of the cash register, and then–

❝sorry about that. allergies.❞ the voice was the same but the cadence was all wrong. ❝so tell me, evelyn… what brings you to little derry? surely not the culture.❞

She noticed the shift instantly, far more keen than normal folks. It instantly peeks her interest, but the voice in the back of her head tells her not to ask. Not yet. There’s secrets here in Derry, one’s she hasn’t had the time to explore. Better wait until she’s more prepared. “You’re fine.” she answers, placing an elbow against the counter, hand keeping her head up as she leans against it.  “No real reason. My family travels a lot. Guess it has somethin’ to do with the Gypsy blood.” She tilts her head, watches him with a glint in her eyes, “What keeps you here? In little ol’ Derry?”

[nadiaesra]

[movedbetawitch]

dcadlites:

he decided to stick around while the young woman was still shopping. really, she was gorgeous, and perry was a fool to think that she might possibly find him appealing. he heard voices! well, one voice really, that same voice all the time.

the question caught him off guard. ❝what? no!! i was most certainly not checking you– oh. OH. you mean… yeah, yeah, sorry.❞ his face went four different shades of red, finally settling on i-majorly-fucked-up red. ❝i… i lied, i was checking you out. i’m perry…❞ he flicked his nametag and smiled shyly, awkwardly. dennis snickered behind his newspaper.

When he speaks, she gets an one word as an immediate impression - virgin.  She smiles, flutters her eyes downward and let’s pink tinge her freckled cheeks. It’s not like her usual smiles, the ones that are soft, seductive, with teeth biting lip. No, this one spreads across her face easily, crinkles her eyes up. It’s real and it’s nice. “Perry? Cute. I’m Evelyn.” she replies as she slowly takes out all of the items and puts them on the counter. “My family and I moved in this morning.”

[dcadlites-archive-deactivated20]

@betawitch

❝hey, dennis? who’s that?❞ perry was doing his usual end-of-shift duties, like sweeping and wiping down the belt, when the girl walked in. the dumpy old man he was talking to, dennis o’flannery, looked up and offered a shrug.

❝i dunno, perry. maybe instead of askin’ me, you should talk to her?❞

❝oh! oh no, i can’t… you know, everyone thinks i’m crazy, and she probably knows that by now if she’s planning on staying…❞

[movedbetawitch]

The city of Derry has a certain charm to it that doesn’t compare to her old childhood home - perhaps it’s the seemingly permanence of autumn, the old buildings, the rich history. After a thought, she realized that this wasn’t the case. No.  It was charming because it was surrounded by death. Along with a few members of the cult family, she had came and moved in early that morning. Food, however, had not yet been found in the pile upon pile of boxes, and so she was sent to fetch. A basket and a few roundabouts later and she had enough to make tonight’s meal.  “Are you checking out?” She asks the seemingly skittish male; her voice has an obvious Southern accent with a tang of what can only be described as redneck in it. It’s deep, charming, though far away, much like her thoughts in the moment.

[catndie-deactivated20180107]

[towerofglass]