#(past.)

[icannotknowandneithercanyou]

dump site, grave yard, parking lot, dandelions pushing through the cracks, dandelions coating the pavement, dandelions filling your lungs, my hands down your throat pulling them out, all for me for me for me. you quiver. i can't be sure of your pain, but i can be of your pleasure. of how easily i can reach inside. of how empty and barren you are, except for crushed, slick, yellow.

[rvexillology]

I replaced blue and red with black and French rose. Because hues are a thing of past.

from /r/vexillology Top comment: Somebody left their Canadian Flag outside for many years.

[friku8706]

Idk who’s gonna see this, but i hope you all are doing alright this month 💙

[callovs]

          @powertobite​       /       ❛  you promised me  !!  ❜

her hand was cold against his but they were still holding on to each other  .  NEITHER of them was yet ready to let go  ,  to accept the truth that was falling down on them like a heavy rain  .  bucky  ,  long trained to ignore emotions that every other boy would feel  ,  battled with an ITCH behind his eyes  ,  told himself that this would not be the moment that breached his otherwise reserved features and yet  ,  knowing that they might never see each other again after that day  ,  it did hurt MORE than he could ever put into words  .  rough fingers squeezed hers  .  a sign  ,  an attempt  ,  the desire to make sure that at least one of them would get out save  . 

half-lidded eyes were directed at her when his metal arm came up around her chin  ,  trying to make azin look back at him  .  ❛  you have to go  .  the time window will only be large enough for ONE of us  .  you have to go and survive  .  i’ll find another way  –  soon  .  ❜  an encouraging  ,  small smile  .  more like a twitch of the corner of his mouth  ,  before slowly his hands sank from her soft skin  ,  leaving him with a void inside of him that he knew  ,  none of the OTHERS would ever be able to fill  .

[touch-gifted]

The Todash is something cold, freezing. When feeling better about such things, Alain might describe it as feeling like jumping into a childhood lake during the beginning of spring. It’s a sudden shock, dangerous if not expected. It’s being unceremoniously dropped under a thin ice sheet with no promise that you’ll be able to find your way out. It’s the thick few moments where your body locks up, where your senses dull away to near nothing and everything is muted and stiff.

Realistically, though, Al can say that peering into the darkness, feeling the great expanse of Todash squirm around him like all of the darkness was alive, was not pleasant. There was no promise that he would always make it out of the place always. There was no a sense of senses dulling and coming back to him. The world went mute and deaf and blind. he could only feel the great and might creatures as they felt him, as they saw him.

But slowly, slowly, as if a reverberation in his bones were sound itself he could feel them. Hear them, if he could question it enough. Bells, chimes, whatever it might please one to call them. Like the beating of some giant heart, above and below. Enveloping him, crushing him, dragging him deeper. It was the sound of shattering, the steady and horrible death rattle of some unseeable creature too large for him to see, too ancient for him to even begin to comprehend. The giantness of it all swallowing him whole and leaving nothing but the chimes.

When Alain wakes up, he is soaking wet and in a field. There is a ringing in his ear and a new scar along his back.

[eriskmi]

yeji wants to suffer, so... 39.

✘  headcanon meme — accepting! 

39. do you regret anything from your past?

lost diary entry no. 1 (because sometimes monsters have hearts, too)

“this is extremely stupid of me — but so has everything else that i’ve done and accomplished in the past few weeks. but i can’t stand it. the echo of silence that rings in my ears. it makes everything hurt a little worse. i should have just killed him and taken her. at least injured him severely enough, put all the pain that he’s put onto me back onto him, and ripped the rest of his heart out. he doesn’t deserve her, he never did. the king upon his filthy throne was the biggest fool of all — he never wanted me to fall for anything, but he made us both fall the second she entered this undeserving world. how was I supposed to keep a stone heart when she took it into her little hands? how could I? I never deserved her, either. and I left her. I will always, always hate myself for that. after trying all this time to protect her from the world, I still failed her. I’ve tried to convince myself that if I had left with her, that he would have followed after, for her. he would have done anything to kill me. i can barely make it by on my own, and i’d make her suffer living by ourselves. but not even these considerations will silence the nightmares, night after night, that something terrible might happen, that she might end up dead because of me. I left her in the hands that I’ve always despised, hands I have and never will trust. I was selfish, and I’ll never forgive myself.”

[fortifiedkingdom]

“So I might have told Luna that you ate the last of her cookies that she baked for everyone, you know before they even got any because I didn’t want her mad at me. I can’t handle that look on her face when she’s disappointed in me.”