#lydbranwells

[impressionistes]

First Love / Late Spring

[scapegrace]

7, 13, 14, 42 x

7. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

Yes. Last year. 3 essays, two days. All written the night before. I was nearly hit by a bus when I crossed the road. Good times

13. Do you believe in love?

Yes. I have to.

14. What makes you laugh no matter what? 

Usually one of my dad’s silly jokes, or dubstep cat 

42. Do you believe that everyone has a soulmate?

Yes I do. I believe there is someone out there who is perfectly made for each and every one of us. Just have to wait. That’s the hard part. 

shoot

[beholdingslut]

In fifth grade, when I first learned about the rift of Pangea, I cried.  It was too beautiful, the way everything can and will separate.

Lindsay Tigue, “Convergent Boundaries” from System of Ghosts

[whtgrssboy]

okay, i admit

that the emptiness has come back

i’ve been talking to my ex and getting

incitements of hurt and revolution as she

says that none of it mattered at all

 but i know she’s lying

that that emptiness needs me

that all of it mattered

but i accept lies, for a price

i think that she’s addicted to me and that it’s so

so toxic

 emptiness isn’t like a pit

it’s a fog

it leaves a want for destruction

oh how i want to split myself in two for you

i say

and she’s an echo so

she says it back

  i texted her twenty two times in an hour

yesterday

(that’s a lie

it was more like sixty)

and the silence built up

and now

the silence and me

are on a first name basis.

- “i hear her knocking” by s.e.e

[scapegrace]

jace or will ;*

Will. I will rescue Will from drowning. Sorry Jace. You should swim. Will is afraid of ducks. 

<3 you darsh

Send me two characters and I’ll tell you who I’d save from drowning

[intrawars]

Gospels 4:9 Fix broken nights with water: Water, to drown out the whiskey you’ve been sipping dearest,  too far gone without your Smiles, without our little fingers hooked together. I’ve been missing the moon. That hollow Crescent of your soft throat, I’ve been missing. Gospels 4:10 I push pen to paper, harder, harder Begging all the words to spill just like they used to - how can I have so much to say and not know what to say - (Should I tell you ?) - I’ve marked our sacred book lovingly annotated, turn the pages, please. You’ve always been the softest part of me Turn the page I miss you. No, no that’s not just it. I love you. God no, you’ve heard that a thousand times. How about, The rain falls in the midwest somewhere where a wheat field stretches, rippling in the wind like waves on that open sea. And grain by grain we come alive again. How about, The ocean begs for another inch, so slowly I’m giving myself to salt -  all the blood, sweat, tears. The moon still turns, the sun still burns, the shadow falls between the stopped clocks all over city, the ticking stops. How about, The air in my throat expands until doesn’t feel like breathing, it feels more like drowning. My ribs are cracked wide open, all of them, all, a chest growing wildflowers. Does anyone see that? I’m sitting at a coffee shop, untouched cappuccino, bone dry. And here my chest, it spills wildflowers (can’t you see?) 9 weeks starts to look like the barrel of a gun and you say, “Put the safety on.”

KelleyAnn Elyse, I Don’t Know What to Say Anymore

[nickandros]

sirius black or poe :)))

i can not b e l i e v e this, babe, how could u ...

sirius

[impressionistes]

Worlds away from cars / and all the stars and bars