hold me, thrill me, kiss me. @nightkeepscalling - Tumblr Blog

Water my valley, until the puddle turns to flood, and the flood turns into the roaring sea. Carry me through the swell of your tide and the rage of your current. When you calm, I shall be cast to the shore, limp but alive. The moon will greet me back to consciousness, yet I shall trade this heavenly satellite to bask in your carnal gaze instead.

When I say I've never fallen in love, I don’t mean to lie. I don’t mean to offend. I don’t mean to project a higher image of myself - of a woman in control, a woman untouched. When I say I've never fallen in love, don’t look at me like I have blood on my hands. I’m no criminal. I have not aimed a weapon to anyone but myself. I’m no hypocrite. It’s not blasphemy - the sad truth that passes from my lips. It’s not mockery - the shrug of my shoulders when you ask me how he felt like. Please understand this: that I never meant to hurt, that I never meant to check myself out from feeling. Because to tell you one more truth, I am honestly, chronically aching to feel. I am aching to be rummaged open with bare hands and carnivorous teeth. I am looking for someone as savage as myself, willing to devour me with that primal hunger that would shred us both in unrecognizable pieces. The thing is that he wasn't savage. He was just a prey, and I could engulf the tame entirety of him in a bite.

#poetry #love

Is it so wrong to think about us together? Do I jinx the future or force fate by spinning stories of you and me in my restless brain? I think about sitting next to you at three in the morning when everyone else is passed out drunk. I think about the cloud of smoke between us coming out of my trembling lips. I'm not sure why they're trembling. But I guess they're aching to be soothed by yours. I think about the sunset, the sand, and our toes buried in it. And as the ocean whispers its secrets to the shore, you tell me your fears and I tell you my sins. I think about your tangled hair, tangled further by the caress of my fingers. I think about my breath against your neck, your nose against my cheek. Is it possible to want you even closer when we're already skin to skin? But in reality, there's a gulf between us. I can learn to cross it, and you can meet me halfway. You'll find me quite easy. Just follow the howls of longing that sound a lot like your name. Until then, I'll let my brain spin stories of you and me. My tales may not be the bridge, but they're all I have until I find myself wandering in your head, too.

#poetry

"Cracks"

The veins of your bedroom ceiling The shortness of your breath The lump at the back of your throat The gap where light peeks when you don’t shut the door The splitting lines on your concrete walls The chipped rim of your teacup The snap of the branch that holds your weight The shake of your head when you don’t hit the high note

The whisper, The noise, The warning, The breaking.

The sound beneath your ribcage when your heart hears “no” The fracture you suffer when you can’t let go.

#poetry #rejectscorner

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Clé de Peau Beauté 2014 Spring/Summer Collection ad campaign with Amanda Seyfried

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ANOTHER WEREWOLF????

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nightkeepscalling

"I like to take care of the cast. Everyone keeps calling me the Jewish mum, because I keep trying to feed everyone (…) I’m loaded like a pack horse full of treats every day, but I think they’re appreciated, you know? It’s nice to do stuff for people when everyone’s stressed out."

#emilia clarke #feed meeee #mum