I’ll Lose My Own Mind If I Want Too

Mind in the clouds body in the present

[perkyshelley]

chose a hill but i won't die on it. feel free to come and be killed on my hill

[joejhang]

just finished gideon the ninth. no idea what the fuck happened but i do know i fuck with gideon heavily and i think she and harrow need to kiss. yeah that's all.

[gardethecreator]

My caitvi HEARTTT

Artist on instagram: m.emityy

[fairyturds]

When she griddle on my harrow till I hark. Is this anything

[suturesque]

shared by homohistoric on instagram

[liquidstar]

in the evil world beanie babies would be called meanie babies

[wwarmwwinds]

another little zine i made <3

kill me - indigo de souza

[much-ado-about-books]

Messy

I am a messy little thing, with Tabacoo on my breath and dead grass on my jacket. My pants have holes in the crotch and paint on the thighs. I don’t lock my door or wear my mouth guard. I fell to my knees and placed my head on the cold concrete. Beneath the flesh I’m empty. Behind the eyes I’m floating. I just want to talk to you.

[much-ado-about-books]

I don’t know anything at all, but oh do I know so much more now.

[much-ado-about-books]

A feral thing

I am a feral thing running in ally ways and knocking over trash cans,

looking in windows for scraps of life’s i will never know.

I scurry on all fours and hide from the sun, I run to the dark and lick my wounds.

Black blood dripping from my mouth and running over my chin.

Poison between my teeth and under my fingernails.

When you see me you think my wide eyes the eyes of a cat or raccoon

and pay me little mind, but my wide eyes follow you, nostrils flaring,

gorging on the the the rich honey sent of your soul.

It only cemented how i belong in the shadows.

Why would someone with insides as rich as yours stain your body with my blood.

I run away after you leave ashamed i needed to watch you go to be able to leave myself.

I will run back to the graveyard

where I can rest my calcified bones on top of bones that once knew love and life.

When the noises come in the night I will lie as still as the bones beneath me

and ready my mind to go numb.

I will think of you lying in a safe and warm bed and remind myself why I am unworthy.

My jaw grinds and my teeth nash my body knows what i am, a means to an end.

When my bones break I will let them heal cracked and crooked,

knowing that this is what I must be if I cant be with you.

So I will run into traffic for the last bit of roadkill

and when I cant stomach another bite I will bury it close by.

I will let my hair billow like Medusa’s snakes

and I will hide behind my purple and blue eye sockets.

I am the feral thing in the tree next to your bedroom window,

you just woke from a nightmare and seeing me makes you think you are still in one.

A rope with seven knots around my neck and desperation in my eyes.

Yet I am the feral thing that snaps and snarls at the other feral things

when they too are enticed by your rich honey sent.

There mouths water but none more then mine.

When the other feral things come I will be in front of your window

with my rancid breath hiding your sweet sent

and if one might get in just know to leave my bloody body where it fell,

pay no homage to the feral girl’s corpse in the flower bed.

Let her rotting flesh turn to a gnarled tree with thick branches that lets only sun sight and a soft breeze into your bedroom window.

[much-ado-about-books]

Ashes

I knew you couldn’t stay in my life for long and you didn’t. One year and ten months. One year and ten months of the kind of fun that shortened your life. That made you feel alive and unwell at the same time. You were the world spinning while I sat in the passenger seat under the street lights zipping by. Touching you was like touching ice and watching it disappear beneath your fingers. Loving you was like watching someone set fire to the valentine you made them. I could feel your fire eating at what love I had left for you but I still waited hoping that your fire would leave a bit of love left unscathed in the ashes. However your flames were greedy just like you and they sucked the oxygen out my chest before burning out, leaving only a pile of ashes in a place I once considered home.

[wylanvnneck]

on soulmates. the song of achilles, madeline miller // the chaos of stars, kiersten white // nfwmb, hozier // wuthering heights, emily brontë // judy garland //  the alchemist, paul coelho // unending love, rabindranath tagore // invisible string, taylor swift // maya angelou // prometheus unbound, percy shelley

[ellemisc]

“is this your blood?” 

“no.” 

 a dramione historical fantasy au 

[much-ado-about-books]

I Wish

I wish I was the crystal that you wore around your neck, listening to your voice and heart as one, saturated with the warmth of your skin. To rest on your neck and see the world from your prospective. To see you when you are completely at peace with yourself. To see the most mundane and surprising. To see your world seems like the next best thing to knowing you and how I want both to come true. I would not ask for much really just that you never take me off and let me cling to you. Oh to be the crystal hanging around your neck with your fingertips touching me when you need reassurance. Maybe even a grasping hand when times are rough. I would be the best crystal I could, giving you all my good and keeping the rest at home.

[much-ado-about-books]

And oh to hear your laugh. I would sell so much to hear that sound, probably more then dignity should allow.

[much-ado-about-books]

I adore the sweet little moments of human life. I often feel like the big moments are too big to even understand and all I can do is try to remember every moment to think of later. But the little moments are the perfect nibble of sugar at the end of your day. The way a person sways on there feet or hum to themselves. The little things that make humans so beautifully alive.

[much-ado-about-books]