ˢʰʳᵃᵖᶰᵉˡ ˢᵏᶤᶰᶰᵉᵈ

[longestnight]

you killed the child and buried it, and i’m what crawled out. i’m the part you won’t forget.

[lordofdubai-deactivated20211205]

[dailystrangerthings]

[morbid-twat]

[alinok]

I don’t know why I do that sometimes. You know, like, lie about things for no reason.

[relative-pronoun]

[killingyves]

[wnq-writers]

You are so cold, baby girl.

dream-soluna (via wordsnquotes)

[pencap]

here, my love,  is a flower in your name to remember all the soft gentleness of you:      the way you loved sunshine at all hours of the day      the way you smiled exuberance like all of life was yours to live       the way you shined like a river in midday light   from your fallen blood, my love, i raise new beauty for you.   and here, my love,  is a battle in your name to remember all the fierce strength of you:      the way you chased the winds without pause      the way you climbed mountains like the skies were yours to conquer      the way you wore crowns and robes like a helmet and armour   i defy death, my love, and dare the gods to take your soul from me.

Alas! Alas! – apollo and hyacinth ( j.p. )

[mythblood]

i broke young, you can see it in my eyes. you can tell by the way i carry myself that i grew up too fast.

[cgcpoems]

there isn’t much that scares me more than my own heart, a monster of tenderness if there ever was such a thing. it sounds strange, but I have an irrational fear that one day I’ll wake up to find it (it being my heart) perched at the foot of my bed in a cloud of desperation, begging to be torn apart and consumed in the name of compassion. and that’s incredibly terrifying for a few different reasons, but mainly because I’d do it. I’ve never needed an excuse to sacrifice myself for love; I’m a martyr for everything soft. I confess to you: I’d bleed for anything if it held me the right way. I confess: I have. I have. I have.

phantom pain, by Caitlin Conlon (via cgcpoems)

[requieminred]

inrovina:

        lost in hisown thoughts, eyes weighed down with exhaustion, it takes him a few moments toreact to taint’s request. sleep becomes more fickle with each passing day,things only seeming to become harder rather than easier. he wonders when timewill start healing him, not stealing another piece of his soul with everythought of ELLY. there is not an hour that goes by without him thinking of her,barely even a minute. everything leads back to her. always.  ‘ oh—yeah. sure.what do you need?  ’

                                                              TAKING A SEAT OPPOSITE, HE SWALLOWS his  guilt  for  the  time  he  has  spent  punishing  xeno  for  breaking  his  daughters  heart.  he  doesn’t  deserve  it,  just  a  self-destructive  being  trapped  in  a  life  of  M I S T A K E S  and  bad  choices  with  no  idea  how  little  sand  was  left  in  the  hourglass, &  taint  sees  himself  in  his  frayed  soul  but  a  part  of  him  has  not  forgiven  him  for  being  ABSENT  when  she  needed  him  the  most.  a  part  of  him  will  never  forgive  xeno  for  allowing  her  to  leave  this  world  with  a  thousand  words  left  unsaid.  he  has  come  to  realise  that  it  is  not  his  judgement  to  make  -  his  daughters’  last  wish  was  for  forgiveness  (  &  she  would  not  have  been  his  daughter  if  she’d  wished  otherwise ).  with  trembling  hands,  he  places  elly’s  cell  phone  ( the  plastic  case  patterned  with  bumblebees  &  flowers )  on  the  table  in  front  of  them,  a  voice  recording  ready  to  play  on  the  screen.  ‘ press  play. ‘  barely  a  whisper  while  he  braces  himself  to  hear  his  daughters  voice,  hoarse  &  thick  with  tears  but  still  so  sweet  in  her  final  moments.  she  sounds  like  the  only  sunshine  that  has  ever  shone  on  him. 

[ramonameisel]

boys like us have a bloody history. maybe we are meant to bleed. maybe we are meant to burn.

- excerpt of Texts between Apollo and Icarus part VII, published in Sunchoked | r.m

[requieminred]

@inrovina

                                                                                 ‘WILL YOU TELL HIM, DAD? please?’. her last request was whispered while he clutched her frail body in his arms, squeezing his eyes shut & feeling her smooth the hair away from his temples, soothing him first & foremost while she pretended that she wasn’t afraid to go. how many months have passed since she asked that of him? & how many chances has he had to pass the message on to the man who stole her daughters heart? taint feels her scorn & disappointment each morning when the secret remains untold & threatens to die with him. it’s time, he’s decided - it’s time, xeno doesn’t deserve to be hurt any longer. ‘ hey, kiddo---you got a minute? ‘ 

[requieminred]

what have you done to yourself?

                                                                               IT’S A SILLY QUESTION TO ASK the man who has lost everything a thousand times over, made even sillier than who its being asked by ; boy with SELF-DESTRUCT scrawled across his chest in permanent marker. what does it matter? what does it matter that there’s a cut inches deep following the length of his forearm & that it is dripping onto the linoleum & into his drink ( it tastes like iron anyway ) each time he raises the bottle to his mouth? what does it matter that he hasn’t slept in days because in his thirty-fifth hour of insomnia he can still hear her singing in the garden & there is no gravestone with her name on it & her bones are not ROTTING ten feet under? none of it matters anymore. the only thing keeping him from sinking this deep into his closet full of skeletons, memories of madness rising like driftwood & putting old habits back into motion, is gone. there is no one here to S T O P him anymore. there is no one left to save him. ‘ why do you even care, kid? ‘

[kxllermemes-blog]

RANDOM ANGST MEMES.

how can you look at me and see something good?

the world has gone to hell.

what have you done to yourself?

what have you become?

i trusted you!

you betrayed me!

i will never trust you again.

after everything we’ve been through, you turn your back on me.

who did you kill?

why are you covered in blood?

just breathe, you’ll be okay.

are you drunk?

this world was not meant for people like this.

you are weak.

you are nothing.

i hate you.

i don’t love you.

you’re going to die.

i’ll kill you.

i’ll leave you to suffer alone.

[paigerambles]

tauhreliil:

wants to write long reply: can only come up with like six sentences

meant to keep it short: writes fucking gone with the wind