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@patienti-a
In my blood exists liquid night and earth-fire - my bones groan of aggrieved ancestry and butchering teeth. My breath and speech replete with moonshine. And earthbound graves of heartbreak muddy my feet.
Helaena Moon @ : http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)
sentence starters: text posts i have saved, part 3. tw: nsfw, religious imagery, violence.
❝ my workout goal is to lift everyone’s spirit ❞
❝ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❞
❝ that moment of intimacy with the person who adjusts your seat belt on a roller coaster ❞
❝ i hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no ❞
❝ cringe compilation of me submitting to the mortifying ordeal of being known ❞
❝ vampire vs. werewolf? no. vampire x werewolf. theyre in love ❞
❝ oh to wrap bandages around and put disinfectant on another man’s wounds as i catch his tender gaze and lovingly call him an idiot and tell him to be more careful ❞
❝ *nudges boyfriend at 3 am* pretty fucked up that we assume wall-e is a boy. it’s a robot. chad? wake up chad. listen. it’s sexless. ❞
❝ lmao you can’t tell me you DON’T have a crush on bowser that’s a lie everyone has a crush on bowser ❞
❝ you expect me to act like a normal human being? i’m wearing a turtleneck. ❞
❝ i think if you’re going to be weird on purpose you have to offset it with being nice. if you’re weird and mean i’m going to hit you with a shovel ❞
❝ what is art? is it something gay people do to get back at their fathers? maybe ❞
❝ why tf is mothman so jacked. like who u tryin to impress, huh, buddy? is it me? it’s me. i’m impressed. carry me away, mothman, and cradle me with your beefy arms against your rock hard 12-pack ❞
❝ why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had ur back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary. ❞
❝ i dont think any of you understand how important i am to the plot. you can kill me off but everyone will stop watching ❞
❝ you think kindness doesn’t exist you fucking pathetic nihilist? how about you look into the big beautiful eyes of a cow? what do you think now? asshole ❞
❝ you know what? fuck this [turns into a biblically accurate angel] ❞
❝ you think you can hurt my feelings? i’ve been the least favourite in every single friendship group i’ve had since i was 8 ❞
❝ so true best tits,, i mean uh 😳 *averts eyes from your big chonka honkas* bestie ❞
❝ academia? like the nut? ❞
❝ i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❞
❝ due to personal reasons im evil now ❞
❝ i just want to say from the bottom of my heart i didn’t sign up for this shit ❞
❝ in light of recent events, fuck ❞
❝ dads will see their kids and be like “is anyone gonna emotionally damage that” and not wait for an answer ❞
❝ i accidentally showed some weakness earlier today it was disgusting i would not recommend it ❞
❝ god i am so tired of people throwing roses at my feet as i walk by ❞
❝ honestly if someone tenderly cradled my face i think at this point i would probably blackout ❞
❝ what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck ❞
@devilsworn: asked
[ Borrow ]
a random act of kindness.
[ borrow ]: the receiver requires an item (for instance, a hair-tie, a handkerchief, etc) which they don’t have on them, and the sender offers a spare.
“Much appreciated!” Even if a touch embarrassing, realizing a margin late the consequence of revisiting without consideration to earthly funds. The order of coffee looked too delicious to resist with its overtly-sweet caramel and chocolate; a triple shot expresso seemed to be an odd thing to ask for addition, though that only builds the hope for something strikingly good. “It has been so many years since I last had a coffee. Not exactly a prerequisite, but the indulgence ever so often is an old habit I haven’t yet shed.” A shrug, delving into his pockets for a cigarette he does not light - not while others are near, at least. Only stations it behind his ear like a pencil.
“So!” A gentle clap of his hands together, quieter than otherwise would be as his tone lowers to speak amongst the two of them. “Is it true? Certainly... districts are especially happy about your caring for the less fortunate. While it is nothing entirely out of the ordinary for your ilk in my experience, I still find it unceasingly heartwarming, if you don’t mind my honesty.” It can’t be helped, either way.
“How are they, truly? You simply must show me around your home - I have been wanting the invitation since the moment I found out about the arrangements - of course, I’m certain you may be curious as to why that is the case so especially, but in quieter company I wouldn’t mind telling you.”
devilsworn:
“Ha–so you do got a name after all…” A name and plenty more besides, it appears. The stranger puts a name to his face but still not quite to his curious demeanour that remains as unsure as the rest of him, only worsening Nero’s uncertainty when his open hand suddenly finds itself extended to nobody at all. A blink, caution grating fast on his nerves as he turns in place to where a voice suddenly echoes behind him. The stranger is stood and smiling out of the starting patter of rain, and Nero warily steadies his hand on the grip of the Red Queen to his back.
“…Josef, huh?” His eyes are sharp, considering, and newly scrutinous as they pan down the other man’s face, their quaint, persisting grin and the passing wave of their gesturing hand. Caution cools in his blood, if only a little. Enough, at least, to offer a name in return. “Nero.”
With the grip of his sword surrendered, Nero’s hands pocket themselves out of sight, the toe of his boot scuffing the sidewalk as his pale head slants ponderingly askew. “Alrighty then–we’ll do the ol’ walk and talk, yeah? So why don’t you tell me straight what you’re doing here? You sure say a Hell of a lot without saying anything at all, but you’re not some average joe just passing through this busted up city, are you?”
A strong brow tilts high and questioning. “I know demons. Not all that sure about you. Unless you were serious. You really came here down from upstairs?”
It were a risky shot, though admittedly riskier in practice than first thought - hands raise partially in that manner of surrender, relieving the smoldering cigarette from his hungry mouth to wait in patience until Nero felt it safe.
“Nero -” said with some laughter, yet unfair to claim it is said with amusement. No, more like tenderness, affection; consideration and sympathy that melds together with a slight sighing defeat as Josef decides to lay down his more jovial emotions. It must be, indeed, a great weight to suddenly realize. “You can forgive me my excitement, I hope - it is truly a pleasure to meet you at long last. You’re quite the topic, you know? Unfortunately, it is not my jurisdiction to know minds and histories of the soul, only the heart’s condition and its form of willpower.” The hands lower to mimic his comfort, at least one. Stepping aside to offer Nero his due space on the sidewalk, Josef motions him on.
“I promise I speak only the utmost truths I am allowed to speak; and all I have said to you is true,” though a shrug is casual, “I am. But I am also from here, too; I’ve lived a great and numerous lifetimes as a human before I were conditioned to be chosen. And if it concerns you, no: I am not here on duty, as you are not my charge. I am here for my own interests - I wanted to meet the ones responsible for bringing peace once more to the balance. And, well, if you and yours will allow it - I wouldn’t mind spending some energy to help out. Whatever that would entail,” The Cheshire grin returns, waving the hand holding his cigarette - “You know.”
a random act of kindness.
an ICEBREAKER meme surrounding random acts of kindness; because we all like to see our muses being nice :)
[ gather ]: the sender rushes to help the receiver pick up dropped belongings before they can get trampled on in the street.
[ open ]: the sender runs to grab a door that is about to shut on the receiver, when the receiver has their arms full of something & can’t grab it themselves.
[ catch ]: the sender spots the receiver swaying as though they are about to faint or fall asleep on their feet, and grabs them before they can hit the floor.
[ rest ]: the sender spots the tired receiver looking for a spare seat on public transport, and volunteers their own.
[ borrow ]: the receiver requires an item (for instance, a hair-tie, a handkerchief, etc) which they don’t have on them, and the sender offers a spare.
[ share ]: the sender offers some of their food to the receiver, noticing that they seem hungry or otherwise interested.
[ map ]: the receiver is looking for directions in a strange city; the sender offers their assistance to get them to where they need to go.
[ umbrella ]: a sudden downpour catches the coatless receiver off guard, and the sender helpfully offers some shelter.
[ quench ]: the sender offers the receiver some water from their bottle on a hot afternoon, after spotting that they seem thirsty & exhausted.
[ contact ]: the stranded receiver asks for use of a phone, and the sender happily assists.
[ accompany ]: the receiver is nervous to walk alone on a dark night, and the sender offers to walk with them.
[ protect ]: the sender spots the receiver being harassed, bullied, or attacked in the street, and rushes to assist.
[ shoulder ]: the receiver is crying in a public place, and the sender offers comfort.
[ missing ]: the receiver is looking everywhere for a lost item, and the sender offers to help them find it.
[ space ]: the receiver is finding their environment overwhelming and stressful, and the sender offers to help them find somewhere quieter.
[ join ]: the receiver has been stood up in a restaurant, and the sender comes over to offer them some company.
[ care ]: the receiver has experienced a medical episode or an injury in a public place, and the sender accompanies them to a doctor/the hospital so that they aren’t on their own.
[ loan ]: the receiver is a little bit short for something they urgently need to buy, and the sender offers to pay it forward.
devilsworn:
“Heaven, huh?” Eccentric is a word that feels painfully short of describing this one, that much is for certain, and Nero’s brow only draws tighter in that pondering frown for the fellow’s bizarre sense of glee, the all the more bizarre mutterings pouring out of their grinning mouth as a cold spot of rain hits sharp on the hunter’s cheek.
“Well, wherever you up and fell from, you must be feeling pretty alright if a smoke is all you got on your mind. You got any idea where you are, even? Got a name for me, maybe, pal?”
A swallowed cigarette sure enough puts a dent in that hope no sooner than it was born as Nero straightens his knees and rises to a stand. One hand palms the nape of his neck while the other is cautiously opened outward for the stranger to take. “Ehh…maybe not. The way you’re talkin’, you still sound like a case for the walk-in centre, as far as I see it. If you think you can stand up, I can walk ya down there.”
Smoke which, itself, is never once exhaled. No, in lieu each deep, relieving inhale taken is exhaled with neither smoke nor scent - only that of the burning tip, the ashes dirtying the otherwise immaculate dress code. Well, it would be rude to blow smoke in the face of the young man whose so herald above, no? Besides being a pollutant, but that were another matter. “Josef.” Simple enough. A favored name among the many possessed over time, brimming a wider smile as humor passes in hums and chuckles. Suppose he must be a sight! Oh, maybe he should have gone easier on him.
Well, he deserves an easier introduction. Upon being given his hand, Josef in lieu opts to movement elsewhere - more specifically, within a blink of the other’s eyes, to be just behind him, underneath the bus’ waiting trench.
“Come on now, I’m not like that - give me a second chance!” The grin remains, “If you are feeling quite so generous, though, I wouldn’t mind a gait around this area. It’s changed! And for the better, I may add. Though a number of fanatics have shown up since the underworld’s calamity, the enduring longevity of the human spirit strives onward to rebuild. I’m eager to have a look,” Oh, of course - a wave of his hand, “But, never-mind the fanatics - those are my duty. Enduring willpower is my forte, after all.”
So I guess reviving and updating this blog is what I’m doing today
devilsworn:
@patienti-a asked: ❛ And do I dream again? ❜ || PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
“Nope. Pretty sure you’re awake this time, sleepy-head.” Or at the very least, Nero can hope sleep is the only culprit for this stranger to be sprawled belly-up in open grass like he is. That he wakes is one comfort (no matter the curious colour of those dark, dark eyes), and Nero yet is cautious as he drops to a crouch by the other man’s side with his brow knit with uncertain curiosity.
“You doin’ okay down there, buddy? You didn’t hit your head or nothing?” Doesn’t look like, it at least. Their voice too sounds good and strong if not a little sleep-stale and thick, or perhaps a little stung from the cold air rolling in with the clouds sweltering on high. Nero blinks, scoffs, then laughs as he claps both hands together. “Well, anyways, that’s kind of a bad place to take a nap when a real bitch of a storm’s about to blow in.”
“Am I? Oh, how unfortunate...” jovial as always, half-giggling where he lays in complete and utter bliss. Of course, the coming storm is of little issue, delving into his pockets to retrieve a smoke and lighter, only then flopping his arms back again sprawled. The atmosphere is so exquisite now that the underworld threat has been dealt with. A shame he were not assigned to that particular war, however...
“Maybe when I fell from Heaven.” Bored with the act, he turns to lay along his side; an arm bent to prop up his head, his legs playfully crossed, “A storm could alleviate it; though not of my making this time, you see. No, no, my brethren must take their turns as is the balance of all things.” Those same dark eyes glaze over for a moment, happily delighted for the cigarette being turned to and fro, swallowed completely only to emerge once again, still lit, “I would ask you to lend me a hand to stand up, but I’m afraid I’ll burn you.”
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“I’m not even flattered at this point, I’m just sad.”
dreamsworn:
“…” Well. That certainly makes things a little less dull. “Do you not agree, Monsieur?”
“Not particularly so, actually. It is a matter of perspective.” Says the one making an effort to wave away smoke, exhaling through his nostrils. He’s entirely not phased by this encounter, or so it appears. “What makes you think it so dreary, my good man?”
dreamsworn:
“My. What a dreary evening this is…”
Hi love, hope you’re well. Could you suggest some poems for beginners? Ones that are easy to understand
Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”
Pablo Neruda, “I’m Explaining a Few Things”
Langston Hughes, “I, too” & “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” & “Harlem” & “Theme for English B”
Philip Larkin, “The Mower”
Ada Limón, “The Leash” & “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance”
John Donne, “The Flea”
Alice Walker, “My Friend Yeshi”
Kim Addonizio, “What Do Women Want?” & “For Desire”
Raymond Carver, “Hummingbird”
Derek Walcott, “Bleecker Street, Summer”
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music”
Seamus Heaney, “Digging” & “Mid-Term Break” & “The Rain Stick”
Wilfred Owen, “Dulce Et Decorum Est”
Wislawa Szymborska, “Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”
Carol Ann Duffy, “Hour”
W.H. Auden, “The More Loving One” & “Musée des Beaux Arts”
Danusha Lemeris, “Small Kindnesses”
W.B. Yeats, “Down by the Salley Gardens” & “The Stolen Child”
Naomi Shihab Nye, “Wandering Around an Albequerque Airport Terminal” & “Two Countries” & “Kindness”
Matthew Dickman, “Slow Dance”
more or less anything by Sara Teasdale
devilsbled replied to your post x
"People of the modern age are still an uncivilised pack at the best of times, I'm afraid, Josef..."
“So unnecessary! History always repeats itself and while I do see refinement from past examples, it nevertheless boggles my mind that they refute en masse what has already been learned!” He’s still just a fledgling, after all. Even with past lives as a mortal, an angel has to rant sometimes, too. “I spent one, five, fourteen lives dealing with the plague times and here it is again! Tomfoolery at its finest!”
“I don’t understand why motherfuckers won’t wash their hands...”
