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I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.

Tim Seibles, Slow Dance (via grammatolatry)

#help #this is the consequence of coming back after four months #i die from heartbreak #s: our blueprint hearts.

shakeitoffs

#this one hurts the most because miyu is the only one who can spend forever thinking of this #ji-kyu only had the few years (months??) to know how enchanting she was before he forgot about her #hahahah laughs in pain #smiles the smile of a broken person #i hate you #s: our blueprint hearts.

forgottenwars

#who asked you to deliver pain i only wanted to come out and have fun and yet you ......#this is fine .......#this reminds me that i still have to finish ji-kyu's story (for dialogue samples but also to hurt indie)#s: our blueprint hearts.

lifeinpoetry

Where was the last time you prayed? Here, on my knees. When was the last time it meant something? When I stopped. see, i came here for glory. but i found someone whose mouth fit my neck like a guillotine.

— Salma Deera, “When Boleyn Was Here,” The Burning Ones

#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #we need to rp them more #i say to myself because i'm actually the one who owes replies #speaking of replies though for the sw stuff #i feel like i only have the one character inspiration (maybe 1.5)#and it's the jason momoa character #i'll have to get on that soon ........#motivates self #s: you defy godhood.

bookswithlisa-deactivated202407

So. Tell me, little wolf. Would you like to punish those who have wronged you?

Marie Lu, The Young Elites (via shewolfwrites)

#i think that's the tag anyway lmfao i forget my tagging system ..#why dont i love myself #but they're so vengeful i love #s: abyss / cosmic decay.

stanleykubricking

I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. Before Sunrise (1995), dir. Richard Linklater

#(always)#s: we'll always have paris.