#drunklesbian

[iamasimpforyou]

i care forr her

she means a lott to me

she is special

i'm high

but sheee...

@love-is-an-imaginary-dagger

[danwilds]

six of crows by leigh bardugo 

(insp)

[allforthegameseries]

[liaability]

‘cause that girl took my heart and i ain’t want it back, no a bulletproof restart

sex // EDEN

art by @pacifistpadme

[jupiterreed]

Dead Girl’s Chorus

I don't feel anything,              until I'm feeling everything at once.                    Icarus on acid                      Hercules stabbed by                              his own sword.                      Old blisters        reconvening.  It wasn’t your fault.                  Some nights  the moon breathes         and you get caught up within its breath                    skin, pooling shrivels of alabaster       tears       skin unhungry     for moonlight;      guess the real tragedy     is still the skin        or the bomb    shelter              you made of it.                 Made of me.         Look, will you            feel better if I promise?                                You can’t hurt me.                             We don’t even have to talk about it in the morning.                                      Plus,                                                           Certain ignitable things      were             practically bred to withstand a world                         queasy with fire   but hey,,,,                       if you’re going to lose sleep over it            you              might as well stay the night                   proclaim my body y o u r s,                  just for the time being           forever is a deception                    a trip-wire, a noose                you must        learn to            love the fever         to nourish it        withstand the sheer heat of it,      or so I’ve heard       anyway, i can’t stop             to think about the gaps                        in your teeth             or the way that      you say my name                                          f a i t h f u l l y               we are small,              mortal beings         equipped with a love             that wears an expiry date                  like a corona                             proud    of all the pain it has managed to cause                                         and glittering shamelessly               our ribs         ripe for the tasting                   nights of       drowning in dirty sinks                 and choirs           formed in swimming pools      and you                               y o u, y o u, yo u.      

[4you]

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[quillangel]

i like to think that you can find all the places i’ve seen within me.

there’s the meadow i glimpsed out the car window, once. i imagine the grass tickling my feet, reminding me to be gentle amidst the budding of wildflowers. they remind me of my thoughts in bloom, all at once. never is it a place for decaying dreams, but sprout as they do, weeds hungry for the light of day. the breeze, like a dying lullaby i’ve forgotten the words to, is swift to cast them away.

there’s the city i was born in - a maze of a million restless souls, so much like all the people who i have once been and never will be. they’re trying to escape, trying to touch someone else’s heart before even knowing their own. the trains flying through the tunnels mimic my blood, rushing through my veins & towards the centre of the cosmos, where the feelings are raw & the magic is real. the destination? the deepest, darkest chambers of my pulsing red heart.

there’s the ocean at the apex of the storm, five minutes from the safety of my home. it’s an entropy of water — waves breaking themselves against each other; emotions all pent-up before the spillage, & the patterns they form in their despair almost fascinate me. you tell me they’re reflected in my eyes, in the traces of my palms & in the lines of my body. soon, i begin to memorise them anew, unafraid even as the sky rages.

— n.s.

[fahey]

here it is upon request, welcome to the nostalgia network. do you miss the multitude of networks from last summer? do you miss your tumblr friends and mutual sinning? are you sentimental and longing for it all again? well then this net is for you!

what you need to do: - mbf annie, syd and emily - reblog this post - fill out this short application

what you’ll get: - a spot on our members page  - a fun and nostalgic group chat - a close group of tumblr friends (we miss those days) - the tag #nostalgianw to share anything you want

additional info - ends on the 14/15th of july - we will pick 15-20 members - track #nostalgianw for any updates