opalescent:

ranging in color, like an opal.

[thepersonalquotes]

[birdofprey1234]

The way that exclusionists treat ace and aro people often reminds me of how the average person would treat me when I started being open as non-binary. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times, we are not enemies. Our experiences do not oppose each other, they are intertwined. If you’re ace, if you’re aromantic, if you’re any variation thereupon; your home is here. You belong here, too. You are beautiful, and powerful; and you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. You are a valued part of this community.

[opalescent-suggestions]

violet words and lilac perfume

i think you left this world a little too soon

[divine-angel-of-the-void]

dare I touch your fallen words?

they burn my finger tips effortlessly

and fall, smoldering on the ground.

I wanted to kiss you, but felt too weak.

[czymandias]

halloween month moodboards [17/31]

angels

[opalescent-suggestions]

Angels don't have to be pure. But flame is a purifier all the same.

[traumasurviving-suggestions]

Roses are red, violets are blue, you broke my heart and I fucking hate you.

[anx1ous-lov3-suggestions]

Violets are blue, roses are red, I gave you my all and you left me for fucking dead.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Sunflowers are yellow, carnations are pink, I am fucking worthless, don’t you think?

[mad-god-suggestions]

Roses are red, their thorns sharp and thin, I can still feel your fingertips on my skin.

[cloudy-suggestions]

Violets are blue,dahlia’s are pink, you broke my mind,and I dont know what too think.

[coloring-suggestions]

Lilies are speckled, now their petals are bare, I’m coming undone and I know you don’t care.

[growling-suggestion]

Roses can be white, violets are never blue, what do I really look like when I stand before you?

[opalescent-suggestions]

Roses have thorns, they fill most with fear

but to me it’s a sign: good things will grow here

[post-traumatic-pest]

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[opalescent-suggestions]

you are already good enough you deserve to exist you deserve to flourish and thrive you deserve to feel comfortable in your own skin you deserve to bloom you are already good enough

[opalescent-suggestions]

i wanna feel whole again i wanna be at home again

[opalescent-suggestions]

Your eyes aren't full of sin. They're full of long kept pain, bitter silences, and echoes of who you used to be. They're full of memories that don't seem to be yours, memories that feel like movies. Far away. Fake. Fictional. It hurts you to look at yourself, but God, I just want you to know there is so much life inside you just waiting to bloom. Your eyes are made of earth and yellow petals and green flecks of grass; you are something beautiful, sacred, precious- you aren't a product of what he did. The beauty, kindness, and patience you have has always been there, hiding from you. Your tears were the water they needed to bloom.

[opalescent-suggestions]

angels are supposed to be pure, but when I look inside myself all I see is you

[opalescent-suggestions]

you and your dirty, dirty hands. you and your tainted name

[divine-angel-of-the-void]

do I rely on sheer intuition, this screaming fire in my gut, or do I rest my faith in this human mind, made of naught but flesh and chance? to rely on what I feel, or to default to what I know - that is the conflict which defines me.

a star incarnate. /2/2/17/ (via divine-angel-of-the-void)

[writealready]

the overpowering scent of lilacs floods my senses. rancid. acidic. sweet. there is an ache in my chest - when I pull back the porcelain I call my skin, I see that the flowers blooming from my heart have begun to rot. as I breathe in, I feel a pang in the very center of my being. it goes to my very core - no, it is my core. I wonder; why is this pain my home? why can I not let go? the sugar melting on my tongue wakes me from my reverie. porcelain turns to silk and covers the open cavity in my chest.

as I stand and look in the mirror at my dark and tired eyes, I can still smell it - a faint whiff of decaying flowers. the sweet smell of death.

[opalescent-suggestions]

You didn’t do everything you could to protect me. In fact, you accused me of cheating on you, and you stayed friends with the man who destroyed me. 

Yet you did more than most people... and the little good that you did saved me life, so how can I be bitter after all these years?

[opalescent-suggestions]

I’m learning to live with the scars you left on my soul.

I’ll be better for it. Even if I don’t change, I’ll be better than you.

[opalescent-suggestions]

I suppose I’m not that strong, but I’m stronger than you.