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She is no blossoming flower— she is the earth beneath you, cultivating gravity, she is the moon above you that is master of the oceans. Yes she has a solitary beauty akin to that of mountains and roses. I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at night when no one else is alive or awake however you choose to see it and I live in my own flames sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things last or handle myself or anyone else and so I run. run run run far and wide until my bones ache and lungs split and it feels good. Hear that people? It feels good because I am the slave and ruler of my own body and I wish to do with it exactly as I please.

[libr4baby]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am rain and belong to no one.

Marguerite Duras, from No More (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thestoryandyou]

[marimopet]

im a power couple with myself. i love us. we work hard

[queensgcmbit]

she did not like waiting—if she wanted something, she got it herself. she drew silver linings of her own.

i.s (via incjghafas)

[centralperksource]

#me in every conversation

[lifeinpoetry]

…. I will not be made to apologize for the reasons I had to become hard.

Trista Mateer, from “For Your Tender Heart,” Honeybee (via aryasnow)

[the-write-ideas]

I’ve always been very independent. ‘Independent.’ It’s a very kind word for a very cruel feeling. Loneliness.

W. (via the-write-ideas)

[thequeerwithoutfear-deactivated]

pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many 

[wnq-anonymous]

You silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bulletproof. You keep trying to turn your heart bomb shelter. Stop, darling. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what you were born to do. It will not be beautiful, but the truth never is. Come now, you promised yourself. You promised you’d live through this.

Clementine von Radics, “There is the Worst and Then There is More,” Mouthful of Forevers (via wnq-anonymous)

[purgatory-poetry]

Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps She lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.

“Nurture.” By Kiana Llanos [September 7th, 2013: 6:43PM] (via purgatory-poetry)

[saphfo-deactivated20160308]

Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via saphfo)

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

[rabastahn]

itcliia:

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[rabastahn]

findshome:

voice  soft ,  much  akin  to  summer  rain !  tries  to  stay  sweet ,  tries  to  stay   gentle ,  all  honey  and  figs .  leans  towards  the  hunter  beside  her ,  eyes  barely  flickering  to  the  buyer .  nudges  the  other  girl’s  shoulder  with  her  own .     ❛   let’s  just   go ,  val ,  this  guy’s  not  budging .   ❜

it crept in like morning fog, the voice soft and low, meant only for her. however, despite how persuasive the other could often be Val would not be swindled by anyone and if she backed down now she’d never get back the footing she was grasping onto now. within the blink of an eye she pulled her dagger and pressed it deftly to the stranger’s fingers, careful not to draw blood just yet.  ❝ you will give me what i am owed or you’ll lose a finger.  ❞ the man faltered and handed over the goods and just as quickly she concealed the knife and turned to leave. when they were clear she faced Mim.  ❝ while your advice is appreciated we can’t afford to look weak, ever. Men like that –  ❞ she trailed off, she didn’t care to lecture her companion any further.

[rabastahn]

findshome:

looks  up  and  away  as  her  companion  threatens  another  man’s  finger .  ivory  teeth  clamp  down  on  the  inside  of  a  pomegranate  lip .  val’s  voice  is  unkempt ,   unadulterated   intimidation .  slight  form ,  sharp  jaw ,  solid  right  hook ,  eyelashes  that  rest  on  her  cheeks .  said  it  once ,  would  say  it  a   THOUSAND  TIMES  OVER  :   a  beautiful  paradox .  arms  crossed ,  mim  pivots  on  her  heel  as  val  begins  to  walk  away .  understands   that  retreat  is  a  sign  of  weakness  —  understands   that  val  feels  the  need  to  assert  her  dominance  here  —  but  refuses  to  waver  on  her  stance .     ❛   deserve  to  have  their   fingers  removed  ?  i  know .  you  said  the  same  thing  last  time .  you  really   should   stop  removing  appendages .  it’s  bad  for  business .   ❜

breathless,  she  regards  her, a  small  girl  but  they  once  and  still  say  the  same  about  Val.  In  other  circumstances  she  might  have  taken  the  advice  given  but  she  knows  the  value  of  water,  and  the              d e v e s t a t i o n   of  weakness.  ❝ absolutely.  do  you  think  they  should  get  away  with  ripping  people  off? not  everyone  will  be  able  to  threaten  the  loss  of  a  digit.  would  you  rather  i  let  them  take  what  they  don’t  deserve?  ❞  she  softened,  the  anger  leaving  her.   ❝  I  don’t  want  to  fight  Mim,  please.   ❞

[rabastahn]

findshome:

can’t  lie  —  sort  of   ADMIRES   the  tenacity  with  which  she  holds  to  her  beliefs .  walks  alongside  her  silently ,  a  rippling  lagoon  beside  a  raging  sea .  waves  crash  behind  her  ribcage  and  mim  can’t  help  but  feel  the  strange  compulsion  to  soothe  the  bones  there ,  to  calm  the  stormy  waters  within  the  hunter .  but  instead ,  she  keeps  her  hands  to  herself .  val   SOFTENS ,  mim’s  shoulders  relax  visibly .  she  smiles ,  soft  and  tired ,  up  at  her  companion .  tastes  like  honey  on  her  lips .     ❛   i  don’t  think  that  sentence  has  ever  left  your  mouth ,  val  browning .  i’m   HONORED .   ❜     bumps  shoulders  as  they  walk ,  the  faint   trace   of  a  laugh  whispering  against  mim’s  teeth .

the  raven  haired  girl  fights  the  urge  to  grin  and  presents  a  mona lisa   G R I M A C E  instead. never  any  good  at  displays  of  emotion  she  murders  the  curves of  her  mouth  into  her  usual  rbf.   ❝  it  wasn’t  the  sentence  so  much  as  the  last  word. even  i  can  change.   ❞  the  breeze  itself  seemed  to  lighten  as  mim  laughed  and  the  weight  in  her  chest  grew  easier  to  bare.

[rabastahn]

findshome:

she’s  laughing  now ,  struck  by   FOREIGN  FEELING   expanding  in  her  lungs .  something  warm  and  vaguely  familiar ,  like  she  once  knew  it  as  a  dear  friend .  wants  to  show  everyone  that  halfway  smile  because  would  you   LOOK  AT  THAT ?  val  browning  is  capable  of  feelings  !     ❛   why  the  sudden  change  of  heart ,  roomie  ?   ❜     too  wide  grin  on  her  face ,  bumps  val’s  shoulder  again .     ❛   not  that  i  MIND .   ❜

too  solid  to  be  moved  by  the  nudging  she  starts  walking  again,  toward  the  building  they  currently  call  H O M E.  butterflies flutter in her ribcage, tickling the steel wrought bones, wriggling up into her throat until she feels a warm flush in her cheeks. turning her head to conceal it, to feign a cough.   ❝  if  you  bump  me  again  i’m  pushing  you  into  the  ditch.   ❞