Beautiful but broken

hey all, so this blog used to be a sideblog to my main one with the url "seaglasspoems". I've now made a new account and moved my personal blog there. This means that my blog has the same url, but if you were following me before you're now following "rainsleetsnowhail" which I won't be posting on

[zoetropics]

The king sleeps still, under a mountain , and around him is assembled his warriors and his herds and his riches. By his right hand is his cup, filled with possibility. On his breast nestles his sword, waiting, too, to wake. Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favour, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man

[lyannablackbeak]

Me: Hi I’d like a tattoo that blends a bee, a pink switchblade, a raven, a coca cola can, a skateboard, a pair of white sun glasses, a gun, and a tarot card into the shape of a tree please. 

Tattoo artist: You just finished the Raven Cycle.

Me: I just finished the Raven Cycle. 

[outonismo]

[hellboundsoul]

Album Lyrics Project: 1989 - Taylor Swift

[staytaylorstay]

[captivated-by-you-baby]

I have no idea how many times I’ve reblogged this but it’s my life motto thanks to her

[daydreamsonvinyl]

[woahteva]

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[djsourceunknown]

[c0ntemplations]

So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.

(via soulsscrawl)

[rraaaarrl]

[mizufae]

hello if you are confused or uncomfortable today please gaze at these kittens

[cordatemoon]

This helps

[beanieandthejets]

they have bugle tails

[domharris]

I ruined myself for a lot of people that weren’t even worth it

Unknown (via fearless)

[r2--d2]

[evaheinig-blog]

[inkskinned]

i. she is childhood, she is the dream you never want to wake up from. she kisses you in excitement one day and you never forget the way her lips feel. this is love, this is a castle you can never gain entry to even though the flags fly your sigil. her boyfriend likes it when the two of you hold hands. you burn yourself against her skin. this is love as a volcano you want to drown in. ii. he is shadow, you fall in love because good girls should love their best friends. he coughs into your soul and others call you lucky. he puts his fingers into your head and breaks so much glass that even now you’re still finding new places he left cracks. this is love as a novel with happily ever after and you can’t stop crying. iii. you are drunk, she is sober. in the morning, you’re dating, even though you don’t want to. you tell her that you’re hurting from things that have no name. she says it’s okay. you don’t feel okay. when you hurt yourself, she punches a wall and breaks her hand. in the hospital, you stare at her and wonder why something so deeply personal as your scars has become a wound she wears under a cast. this is love, this is an i.v. drip and not getting rid of your razors. it’s all her. iv. he is the reason you flinch when others raise their hand too quickly. you love him because the alternative is suffocating. v. you meet him on a day where your heart is so aching that nothing else can hurt you. you are all wild, a fire others think is too beautiful to be out of control, you do a good job making broken look whole. he is patience, he is calm, he is nothing like the ones you have held in your arms. you cannot love him, not when he means everything to you, not when he is home, not when the idea of losing him as a best friend is the same as acid against your skin. but this is love: this is falling for the first time somewhere between the bad jokes and the midnight stargazing, this is discovering love can create instead of destroy, it is a lake you find in the woods where the mirror of his eyes finally shows you as someone you want to be, where being together is easy. this is love for the first time, something terrifying and great and something you don’t understand until you’re in the middle of it and it becomes redefined and everything else falls away because this is it, this is real love, finally.

"My first love." // r.i.d

[rainsleetsnowhail]

MOVED

I’ve moved this blog over to a new account. It will maintain the url “seaglasspoems” only now this blog will have a new url. I won’t be posting on here anymore so if you want to go back to following “seaglasspoems” you need to refollow it on the new account!

[rainsleetsnowhail]

there's a few posts still in my queue that I'm still working on moving over but once those are gone that will be it!

[inkskinned]

everyone makes love sound like rocks against the window at two in the morning, like grand gestures in front of the classroom, like public displays of affection and eighty-two rose bouquets and maybe that is a part of it but when real love hits you, he will be spreading hummus across flatbread, sleep tangling her fingers in his hair, a slight whispy smile on his lips like he knows the world’s greatest secret and even though you’re both standing in the kitchen’s bad lighting and you’re both still recovering from napping and you’re only in your socks and undies, it will feel like you’re standing next to a jet plane during take off, it will just knock you right over when real love hits you, she will be sitting in front of a bad action movie, eyes on the screen and legs tangled between yours, her body fitting so perfectly against you that you feel like the two of you are puzzle pieces made for each other, the warmth of her laughter like whiskey through your veins and you will realize you have spent the last five minutes just looking at her face and maybe the two of you illegally downloaded this film and maybe her fingertips are covered with popcorn butter and maybe you’ll never be able to form a good enough way to tell her, but just even seeing her happy makes your heart explode like a snowball against a windowpane, you’re just completely wrecked by it when love hits you, they will be absently licking icing off the back of their knuckle while they make cupcakes for their whole class and their nose will wrinkle and you will find an inexplicable humor in how they literally sprint from the room in order to sneeze without breathing on the food, you will watch the way they sneak some batter from the bowl with a hooked finger, how their left cheek has a little smear of flour right across where their freckles rest like clovers and maybe they are not the best baker in the world but even if they burn everything they make you, you realize you wouldn’t care, you would honestly eat whatever it was for rest of your life because it means being close to them and that idea just cracks against your ribs like how rain always sings as it falls, so in love with the ground that it praises the earth as it hits and this is what love is: the moments of looking up and finding you’re with the world’s most perfect person, so full of flaws and such a terrible, terrific fit.

“This is silly but he’s home to me.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[rainsleetsnowhail]

MOVED

I've moved this blog over to a new account. It will maintain the url "seaglasspoems" only now this blog will have a new url. I won't be posting on here anymore so if you want to go back to following "seaglasspoems" you need to refollow it on the new account!

[plasmatics-life]