human heart — that tender engine,

d.      rose the colour of silver, censer of our dreams, rose the colour of silver, take our heart and turn it into smoke, hypocrite flower, flower of silence.

[adrasteiax]

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies,— You are my deepening skies, Give me your stars to hold.

Sara Teasdale, from Peace in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale” (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

(…) my bones knew something wonderful about the darkness —

Mary Oliver, from Wings in “House Of Light” (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

You don’t have to carry on quietly, don’t have to believe there is something worth going back for.

Joanna Klink, from Island States (Night-Shining) in “Excerpts From A Secret Prophecy” (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

Only the stars to teach us light. (…)

Fernando Pessoa, from From 35 Sonnets in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown] (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

(…) lost night, star-covered, moonlight-spattered,

Louise Glück, from Faithful And Virtuous Night in “Faithful And Virtuous Night” (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

“I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved you.”

— Joanna Klink, from Wayfaring in “Raptus”

[nlghtfell]

Victor, the prince of sun and sea. Victor, the pride of Paol. Victor, the betrayer of his birthright. Born into one title and freed by its loss. There was nothing to be done for that longing, that sureness in his blood⏤⏤⏤he is alive elsewhere, beyond the rays of the mortal sun and the singing waves of teal oceans.

[wnq-writers]

I will love you louder than your demons.

Kriti.G (via wnq-writers)

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Info that matters

[thelovejournals]

What no one ever talks about is how dangerous hope can be. Call it forgiveness with teeth.

Clementine von Radics (via thelovejournals)

[ariamontgomeryrpsarchive-deacti]

archaeologix:

Rough first kiss things:

Colliding with the wall so hard one of them is gonna have bruises

Moans of pleasure mixing with a single moan of pain as one of them bites the other’s lip

Teeth being dragged along necks, mouths being dragged along jawlines

Hands fumbling at hems, zippers, buttons

One raking their fingers through the others hair before gripping at the root, hard enough to be painful

Butt grabs / thigh squeezes

[wingbeifong-deactivated20160204]

[axsha]

*switches language to talk shit about you*

[catchingadrian]

Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.

Ashe Vernon 

From Literary Sexts: Volume One (Words Dance Publishing)

[lovelustquotes]

And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.

Ashe Vernon, excerpt from “Profane” (via lovelustquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

So come here. Let me love those bruises out of you. We’ll love like children with a box of bandages- we won’t ask where it hurts. We’ll just kiss all of it.

Ashe Vernon, “Robin’s egg heart(break)” (via wordsnquotes)

[literarymiscellany]

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

Richard Siken, “Little Beast.” (via literarymiscellany)