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#* ( ? ) . study › what if i’m someone i don’t want around ?

* ( ? ) . ‘ what made you stay ? ‘

THERE IS A HONEYBEE LODGED IN HER THROAT , something stinging , but sweet . it buzzes there , desperate to come out , to fly from her throat , build hive . ‹ you are solitary , she thinks , absently , of this little bee . you are solitary . for what would you build a hive ? › her fingers are are slow card through his hair , nose dusted pink from how he rests against the bare of her chest , scratch of his stubble there still making her shiver in come down , relaxed relaxed relaxed . what a languid warmth , this putty of her bones . this acceptance . mitch is drawing shapes she cannot recognize into her skin , the soft center of her belly , the dip of her navel , he touches and touches and touches . has she ever been so studied , so touched ?

the bee shivers it’s exit , frees itself from between her lips . i build a hive in case somebody else decides to stay with me . ‘ you . ah , you did . i wanted to — to be here , um . in the morning . with you . ’ her own touch does not stop , thumb pressed to his temples . it is a half hearted attempt to keep him from looking at her embarrassment , like dust in light , against her cheeks . ‘ is that okay ? ’

* ( ? ) . ‘ @setsight .

#setsight #* ( ? ) meme › setsight .#don't LOOK at me they are SOFT #DONT!!!!!! DONT LOOK AT ME

angelprompts

DAREDEVIL: SEASON ONE STARTER PROMPTS

“What exactly are you about to do?”

“It was adorable.”

“You could do so much better, love.”

“Maybe he’s faking.”

“So that’s it?”

“That’s either very romantic or very sad.”

“What made you stay?”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“What’s it taste like?”

“Describe it to me.”

“ And… what did you learn?”

“There is conflict within you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“So, you want me to lie.”

“How you holding up?”

#➝ // memes ; ‹ blind eyes and a little bit of time ›

lifeinpoetry

I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.

— Natalie Diaz, from “American Arithmetic,” Postcolonial Love Poem

#* ( ? ) . study › what if i’m someone i don’t want around ?#let me be lonely but not invisible #if i'm crying about velma dinkley rn mind your business

* ( ? ) setsight .

THE THING ABOUT GHOSTS is that they would make decent company if only they’d allow it . here are two specters , shadows cast against a black wall for none to see , and it is , perhaps , no wonder they have found each other , despite contrasting origins . mitch thinks there is something to the flight of her gaze and the gnaw of her fingernails that leaves room for rooting , that leaves him wanting to pin her down ( in any way she’d let him ) . there is warmth to him yet . it has only been simmering for some time beneath the cold of his armor , THE CHILL OF HIS WALLS .

❝ i do like thai . and spring rolls . ❞ and then , ❝ i like you , too . ❞ his mouth quirks , just the one side , scratchy cheek rounding into a softer shape , his smirk not quite so threatening as the way he moves . 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎 , 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 . there is warmth to him yet . velma does not move , but mitch takes a step in , and then , another . that predator stalk . ❝ raining hard out there . might wanna wait for a break in the storm . ❞ an open offer .

SOME KIND OF SWEETNESS IN HAVING YOUR MOUTH PURSED around the barrel of a gun . in this analogy , velma thinks he is the gun . there is some kind of danger , pulsing and pulling and curious , some kind of coax . she is drawn to it like moth - mouth , moth - wings . mitch steps in and velma does , too , away from the door . this does not feel like looking into the eyes of a wolf , and she wonders if it should . if he knows the gait of a predator like this , shouldn’t she be afraid ?

his eyes are soft . and the apple of his cheek is sweet enough she wants to put her mouth to it , unsure if it’s sweetheart - innocent or something with teeth . if the thought hadn’t had her flush darkening , his words surely do . ‘ oh . you — you do ? ’ embarrassment is a wince , and she does not let him respond . ‘ i mean , thank you ! my company , oh , sure isn’t the — i didn’t think you’d — anyway . i luh - like you , too ! you’re — fun . ’ making this worse on yourself aren’t you , dinkley ? he is closer and he is warmer and it makes her knees press . ‘ well , i would have to walk , and — and it’ll probably break soon . you don’t mind the company ? i brought jenga a few weeks ago . we could — ’

#setsight #* ( ? ) setsight › 01 .#* ( ☾ ) . 000 › a greenhouse made of ghosts .

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* ( ? ) . ‘ thank you for tonight , and for keeping in touch . it means a lot . ‘

THE EMPTY TUPPERWARE IN HER HANDS comes as some sort of a godsend , velma thinks , if the clementine flush to her cheeks has any indication ; otherwise , she may have done something stupid , like reach out and touch him , palm flat to the warm ( she assumes ) of his bicep . it flexes there , taunting , and she is both vibrantly relieved and painfully disappointed that she stays rooted in place , statuesque .

‘ OH . ’

surprise is a sweet drip on her tongue , some kind of sugar water . it bubbles out of her , half - anxious at the attention , acknowledgement - warm . ‘ of course i would . i mean , you mentioned liking thai , right ? i thought you — well . i thought you might like these spring rolls . i’m glad i was right . ’ a fidget , here . she doesn’t want to go . ‘ it’s nice to eat with somebody . ’

* ( ? ) . ‘ @setsight .

#setsight #* ( ? ) meme › setsight .#* ( ☾ ) . 000 › a greenhouse made of ghosts .#velma trying to stall leaving: wow. what a lovely ficus