No gods, no masters. Just the press of skin on skin, the tingling slip of a finger down, down, down. The firm grip and the soft exhale, and the two of them sharing everything. Becoming everything, all at once.
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@stormsandnoise
No gods, no masters. Just the press of skin on skin, the tingling slip of a finger down, down, down. The firm grip and the soft exhale, and the two of them sharing everything. Becoming everything, all at once.
i dont want you to tell me youre sorry because I will say its okay when its not okay and i feel used again and i didnt want that from you of all people, and i dont want you to see the way i hate myself because i know all of these feelings are my fault. And worse i dont want to say things that hurt you. Because i would relish the power in knowing i could, but i have a fear in thinking that I wouldn’t be able to inflict the same sort of mortal wound i am now trying to recover from. And is that wrong? Is it wrong is it wrong is it wrong because this happened so fast and I said we need to get a grip and you found yours but i am free falling and I knew you wouldn’t catch me, after all you told me you wouldnt, but i just know the way i splatter onto the pavement might be something you want to see, it might even be artsy, my blood leaking out around me like one of those paintings you like.
I’m sorry and I cant do this and its not you its me and i feel too much and im scared and that fear will keep me from you and maybe another time and maybe lets be friends and maybe we shouldnt see each other and maybe lets limit how we talk to each other now and actually we shouldnt talk at all and again im sorry and you deserve respect and i liked what we had, the fleeting hopeless meaningless stupid thing we had, and im sorry and dont cry and dont be sad and i cant fix you and you cant blame me for not wanting a broken thing and look what you did to him and now i cant trust you because you will do that to me and im scared and im scared and im scared. And all i asked was “do you want your book back?”
RUN!
The snake and the flower. One for luck. One for power.
One of four illustrations completed as a part of my senior show at Memphis College of Art.
Prints available at http://disembodiedprint.bigcartel.com
Alina Starkov
The Third Amplifier
(“The Grisha Trilogy” by @lbardugo)
shadow and bone | cast reveal
“no mourners. no funerals. among them, it passed for ‘good luck.”
Viktor Mikhaylovich Vasnetsov (1848 – 1926)
Ivan Tsarevich Riding the Grey Wolf, 1889
Tadashi Shoij Cosmos inspired gowns
locke: hey cardan can y—
cardan, looking desparingly at his cup of wine: jude used to call me that :(
locke: that’s because it’s your fucking name
— The Cruel Prince by Holly Black
Reading this beautiful gem of a book again!
Every John green book: my name is Kirk assgun and I m not cool or popular and I'm bullied everyday because I fuck comic books and I watch this really cool show called the Big Bang theory. But it's okay because I at least have 2 other bros and 1 convenient negro friend. You see that girl over there? That's kaydence Tigerlilly Dookieson. SHe is the love of my life. She is misunderstood and like really cool indie bands like Coldplay and she's been smoking since she was 7. She's not like other girls. If only she would realize that the missing key to her life was me, a greasy white boy
“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.”
Six of crows, Leigh Bardugo
La Jolla - California - USA (by Kevin)