when i can't breathe, i won't ask you to stop;;

To drown in the ocean would feel like I feel surrounded by darkness of the big blue sea. The tides pulling me back in the same way my mood does. To drown in the ocean would be easiest for me.

[pcrdal]

@the-timothydrake​

    CRIMSON is the color of sullen lips abraded by hungry canines, of droplets that roam an aimless path across velveteen flesh, of now the thorn pierced through soft ivory & it’s MAIN ATTRACTION; blossomed, petals red & vivid, at the prime of its beauty, unlike she who holds it between bruised knuckles. her throat holds the misty taste of pine & her mamma told her, monsters like this were doomed to rot in the damp soil, coffins were homely to torn minds, a bed of serenity. it’s LOUD, too loud. there’s bullets flying about & shattered glass under her soles. but why RUN? where to? why run when all around you is plunging into chaos? show her the TERRORS that have made home inside your skull & demons that lurk in your soul; watch her FALL IN LOVE with how your teeth sink & devour chunks of her virtue. ❛ do you WANT it? ❜

[petrova]

[pcrdal]

    COLD, breaths are ragged & short, creating a curved pattern in the air; white clouds have turned into hues of dark blue by now & she can feel the autumn breeze caress exposed limbs, toying with the hem of her ivory dress & tickling the fragile outline of closed lids, lashes like smudges of ash remain closed. somehow darkness leaves room for more awareness. with her eyes open, there’s too many things to look at; she can never quite pick just one. ❛ do you think there’s a HEAVEN? ❜ the pills to control the rising anxiety have left her numb, just another pretty corpse with floral patterns on her skin of & red lips. her voice soothing, meek, it holds an underlined layer of concern & exhaustion as a small digits thread between silky brown locks.

[wordsnquotes]

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

Starra Neely Blade (via wordsnquotes)

[pcrdal]

rascalisms.

                  Stargazing, to the IvyQuinn, had DIFFERENT connotations,       she’d inferred, than it did for most. To her, she experienced its beauty       from an entirely disparate lens;; DEATH. Somewhere during her lifetime,       she’d read that by the time a star’s light reaches the eyes of those on       Earth, the star would already be dead. So the dazzling sparkles of the       cosmos above symbolized not to her a show of lights but the most       worshipped graveyard in the entire universe. The milky way, then, was       just a ruin of ashes and stardust, glowing with the death of the astrals.       And she absolutely loved it. 

                              ❛     I knoooow, right  ?     ❜

                  Her voice was a high pitched squeak, brimming with       unbearable excitement and she takes Mina’s hand in her own,       thumb brushing over the canvas of her fingers with the gentlest of       strokes. Several moments passed like that, Roe’s eyes peeled to       the haunting twilight, before she finally worked up the will to look       her date in the eyes. Throat constricting and chest even tighter,       she opted for a more comforting glance at the D’Cruz’s lips as she       spoke, subconsciously noting the newfound epiphany that nobody,        until today, had ever made Rosaline Isley-Quinzel NERVOUS.

                               ❛     Can I      —      KISS     you  ?     ❜

    wilderness grows vast & untamed from CRACKED bones, roses caged in her chest, petals bloom in her tongue & taint her lips; that pale corpse made of tarnished dandelions & graveyard dirt can never quite belong; it’s a fool’s errand to engage--- she merely ORBITS around this world to feed the hunger of beasts that plague this cursed soil, hidden behind strands of velveteen brown & the overwhelming desire to FLY AWAY. 

                           ❛ that’s an ODD thing to ask, ❜

    she breathes the mist of departure, WORDS a whisper transported across dimensions. GOLDEN orbs are drown out by winged lashes, cast tot he floor. rising her index up to her chin, she watches the small spider crawl up her porcelain skin, undoubtedly seeking WARMTH & shelter from the storm brewing on the horizon.

                          ❛ ---why would anyone want that? ❜

[pcrdal]

rascalisms.

                  ❛     Aight aight, sheeesh, lighten up for just a MINUTE wouldya  ?     ❜

      She was all bright eyes and wide smiles now, fingers clutching the material of Mina’s dress and tugging her out the door of the ball, the prospect of sneaking      >out with her DATE for the evening almost too much to BEAR. Rosaline was    ^high     on the ecstasy of LIFE, and the knowledge that this was something Mina couldn’t actually DO made it all the more worthwhile. Roe enjoyed being DANGEROUS, the bad influence, but in the BEST possible way. 

                              Once outside, she steered Mina to the nearest hill, plopped down                               on dew covered grass, and motioned to the cosmic entities in the                               darkened, dusky sky. 

                  ❛     Ain’t it    PURTY  ?     ❜

                             ❛ i’m sorry ROE, it’s just... i worry. ❜

     SCURRIED out the door, nimble digits clutch to the other’s sleeve, heels clicking sharply against the polished surface of the floor. her large DOE-EYES glance over her pale shoulders three or four times to see if anyone had noticed her absence, so far, they hadn’t. cherry lips only part to exhale a breath of RELIEF once they’re a couple inches away from the building. it’s GOOD to be outside & yet she feels that familiar guilt coiling into her insides. BAD. BAD. BAD. she’s not following the rules; the conflict of emotions boiling within is exhausting.

                            ❛ it’s... ❜

    smoothing down the CRIMSON of her satin dress, she buries her knees into the soft, cool grass, legs curled up under her weight. gazing up, the moon reigns large & full in the velveteen veil of midnight blue tonight; diamonds were scattered across space, the SPARKLING dance of their nightly festivals twinkles down to earth, turning her eyes into pools of CARAMEL.

                           ❛ BEAUTIFUL. ❜

[pcrdal]

rascalisms.

                  ❛      We don’t havetah !  We can do anythin’ else that’s to ya likin’, sweets ! Dancin’, star gazin’, anythin’ in between. But SITTIN’ here is no fun at all so let’s just do SOMETHIN’.      ❜

                                        Porcelain teeth flash in the broadest of smiles and Rosaline                                         tugs contently on Mina’s shoulder. 

                 ❛     Whaddya say we go somewhere else, then ?  C’monnnnn, we don’t gotta dance if we’re outside !      ❜

    STIFLED laughter slips between tightly bond lips; there’s is a short pause between thoughts & ideas, before ruby lips curl upwards & her head tilts with an undying habit of TIMIDNESS.

                     ❛ -okay! that sounds... good--- but we can take TOO long,                                          i’m not allowed to stray & my step-dad will be mad if he notices. ❜

[perrfectly]

[girlcraft]

[pcrdal]

rascalisms.

                    HER HEART  .    .    .  ST    UT      TE      RS,      beat of the drums of her     heart off time for a split INSTANT, but enough to cause FEAR to worry its way into     her forehead, the downfall of the QUEEN that she cares either too much or not at all     and for Rosaline it was the FORMER, ACHE in her heart at the compliment. She takes     Mina’s hand in her own, caressing the gentleness of it, touch almost like air, both     delicate and uncertain, before offering her date a SHEEPISH smile.                            ❛      —- Dancin’,                                                        that’s what we’re here for, right? Would’ya like to come with me?      ❜

    PRETTY as a mannequin & just as quiet, she’s a CALM sea after the storm, a docile wolf that’s spent its entire life in captivity; but there’s heaviness beneath her chest, a sharp sting to nails that scrape against tender flesh that tells you more hides under the surface than prying eyes might guess. still she TUGS at your sleeve, uncertain, wary of everything & everyone.

                      ❛ DANCING? ...me? i don’t know... i might be awful... ❜

[horroredits]

[pcrdal]

❃

[ XXX ]

❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist.

   he’s got GASOLINE dripping from his fingertips & wonders why everything around him is burning to the ground. unstable & full of rage, simple tasks become difficult, even a belt could turn into a nuisance. but for all of heat calamity possessed, she’s an ocean ready to tarnish famished flames, a boat of salvation roaming shores in search of lost sailors. there’s no SPACE left for grudges to lurk within cracked rib cages when it’s already stuffed with rose petals & waves of empathy. she moves QUIETLY as a cat prowling in the shadows, teeth find comfort in abrading the damaged skin of supple lips. speaking alone made her PULSE   j u m p.

                 ❛ …you okay? ❜

[pcrdal]

[pcrdal]

❃ (Luciana)

[ XXX ]

@lucianaxchavez

❃ = dancing with them.

    ivory teeth nibble at supple flesh to STIFLE a laughter, the thought of being anything close to sensual a BIZARRE concept; paper limbs are slow, too slow, or not slow enough & long chestnut tresses continue to blurr her view; mirroring the other’s snake-like movements is close to impossible. luciana’s bathed in the neon eroticism of cheap decor and strobe lights, her every step is graceful, FLUID, like a sheet flowing in the wind, hips clad in tight, dark denim move swiftly to the music & her flat abdomen molds to every beat like clay.

                       ❛ i QUIT, you can’t be human. ❜

    sighing in defeat, she SURRENDERS to exhaustion; small frame crumbling to the floor & laying onto her back in middle of the empty room. hands rest against her flat stomach, colors flashing over closed lids & a storm brewing within— her ERRATIC breathing making her chest to rise & fall.

                              ❛ go on WITHOUT me… ❜

[pcrdal]

✦❦ ( from J )

[ XXX ]

@ofclcwns

✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms.

   MUFFLED words dissolve into tension that outlines her collarbone; she’s not a mystery to be solved— a missing piece of a puzzle, a cryptic essence of a girl lost in the dusty pages of a book. she has humanity leaking through her pores, transparent as crystal— shattered & fragile. her frail body FLINCHES every time he moves an inch— manipulated by anticipation & dread.

                                  ❛ holy— ssh…                                         sorry… i just… wow! ❜

   she BITES DOWN the curse before it taints the soft edges of cold, chaste lips. hands buried in the depths of her pockets clutch to warmth, DOE EYES widen in sheer incredulity & awe. ( H A H A H A H A ) black ink decorates his paper-skin, it covers a large portion of flesh, so much her curious gaze can’t help but get lost in the pathways of his arm.

                             ❛ are… —are those real? ❜

❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back.

  the TURMOIL unfolding within is measured by the seconds of dead silence between labored breaths. the rise & fall of her chest, rhythmic & soothing like the decomposition of compassion’s roots, wrapped so tightly around cold bones it feels a lot like a CAGE. butterfly lashes scrape shallow cheekbones, high on reddened skin, lips full part to exhale & puffs of air fog her already blurred view, honeyed gaze gravitating anywhere but towards him. 

  presence faint as a dead man’s whisper, the lemongrass incense of her hair lingers like TOXINS in the air; she’s got rose petals in her mouth, but keeps them SEWN shut. she pins it all on curiosity, the silent murderer of innocence. after all, the MALE anatomy was but a foreign concept to her & so ignoring caution tales from childhood, she peeks. it’s mesmerizing. he’s MASCULINE in his physique, possessing a twisted kind of magnetism; like the destructive beauty of a forest fire— UNPREDICTABLE & consuming.

[theflavourofyourlips]

[dejjavus]