sanctuary

　　　thus you shall go to the stars. character blog | currently in reconstruction.

[99dogmotifs]

rp meme: eight out of nine of other people’s characters | leon de rege

“You carry the heavens in your eyes like one of those old Greek tragedies. And I’d call you Atlas, but he wasn’t given a choice to hold the stars. You were.“

[lifeinpoetry]

I’m not ashamed Love is large and monstrous

Maggie Nelson, from “Something bright, then holes,” Something Bright, Then Holes (via mythaelogy)

[plathisms-blog]

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                   a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself.

Warsan Shire, excerpt of “Abracadabra Acudubillah,” Her Blue Body (via plathisms)

[forgottenwars]

give me every excuse to burn

[antigonick]

At night I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me.

Rumi, excerpt of Some Kiss We Want (tr. by Coleman Barks)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

he wants you to walk into him as into a dark fire.

Anne Sexton, from Hornet (via stannide)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

perhaps the silence between us prefigured this silence, in which everything that remained unspoken was somehow shared.

Louise Glück, from The Sword In The Stone (via violentwavesofemotion)

[booksqouted]

You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.

Eliza Crewe, Crushed (via booksqouted)

[alert-deactivated20190508]

A bouquet of clumsy words: You know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming, but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say “just wondering” when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a universe out there. Let’s go.

ee cummings (via larmoyer)

[oofpoetry]

I miss being touched that way – triumphantly – first lips, then teeth, testing for the give.

Amorak Huey, from “Elegy for the Summer Games” (via oofpoetry)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

T.S. Eliot, from A Dedication To My Wife (via violentwavesofemotion)

[hecvte]

Cracked ribs, spilled viscera, there was so much blood, there was so much blood, and a heart beating–I want I want I want

Between my teeth [a.m.b.] (via girlundead)

[elisabethhewer]

no flowers blooming empty skies and roads and cribs / ribcages falling & rotting my insides sloughing away leaving cavern-mouths warning “from here, only void”

let’s talk about me, elisabeth hewer

[odyseius-blog]

☎ from wrath to leon.

[message left at 2:01PM]: /calling from leon’s office with leon’s phone; in case you need it illustrated, wrath is sitting in leon’s chair, feet propped insolently on the desk.) i remember trash telling me that he was going to be here at two. if he’s not here, i’m not responsible for the shit that happens around here. /something shatters on the other end; yes, wrath just deliberately knocked something over.) accidents happen. /he says in a bored drawl.) get here, you shitty excuse of whatever you call yourself to me nowadays. /something else shatters on the other line just before he violently and loudly hangs up.) 

[odyseius-blog]

☎ from emlys to allyn.

[message left at 8:59PM]: /shuddering, nearly-inaudible, gasping sobs; he brings his hand closer to his mouth to muffle the sound.) a - allyn? i … i think it happened again .. – no, it .. it really happened again. there’s .. there’s a lot of blood. there’s so much – / takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself.) i think he’s still alive but .. i’m so sorry – please .. please could you find me? i - i don’t know where i am and .. .. hello? hello? oh, gods. i think he’s stopped breathing. allyn! please pick up, please! i don’t know what to do! please come find me i’m sorry i’m sorry  – /line disconnects.) 

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[sanctms]

☎ - vallyn

The phone rings once before the other side picks up and his chest heaves with relief at the familiar soft voice. “Hey there,” he murmurs into the receiver in an almost breathless tone. There is still the taste of fire on his tongue and although he inhales air, he still finds himself gasping; as if smoke fills his lungs instead.

“Allyn? Are you okay? I heard about the fire and━” Warm eyes flutter close and he smiles. He can imagine the delicate curve of her lips and her eyebrows as both concern and displeasure colors lissome features. A mother’s touch, he thinks when she repeats her questions. When he doesn’t answer her, she instructs him to breathe and he wheezes, but this time it’s out of laughter.

“Val, listen I’m fine.” A pause. “I’m fine, really.” He recites, voice firm to reassure Valerie he truly was. “I told you before didn’t I? I’m a hero and heroes don’t die.” Allyn chuckles into the silence. “Besides..I feel better now after talking to you.” And it’s not a lie or words of comfort this time, but the sincere truth.

I can breathe now.

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