#mickwrites

[peachesaremelancholy]

you asked me to look at the stars tonight,

i'm sitting here excited to hold your hand again

and breathe you in and feel your skin

and the itch of your beard i've decided i enjoy

as your lips melt into mine

oh how i hope the stars shine for us tonight

[thegirlkingchronicles]

the fact is i am a half feral half tame girl. my fire burned many, some left brighter, others burned in the wake, left to ashes. i am learning from my inferno, leaning into her embrace, flames lick and they no longer ache. i hope to turn this fire in me to something beautiful. i may not ever be fully tame but i am fully rebirthed, from my ashes i grow

[enterthetadpole]

Hi everyone! This new podcast is out early due to me taking the rest of today and tomorrow to fully focus on some WIPs this weekend. Thank you again to @sass-and-panache (Mick) for letting me read this adorably fluffy rhinklet!

[peachesaremelancholy]

it's raining here tonight, thank god or whatever nameless face wanders through my head at night. it smells like home, sleek sidewalks, and the sound as it crashes off the roof. the never-ending sunshine almost made me forget the wonderous event that is a downpour. once so mundane and expected. now i think of that day on the roof, we sketched and the music was sweet. i remember looking out the train my head in another plane. i think of snuggling in my comforter, before i left that place. i think of all the faces and places i left, i wonder if my sweet bay misses me too.

[peachesaremelancholy]

my life feels like an open wound, constantly bleeding, raw open and festering with decay maggots writhing, vultures above waiting these salty tears are not cleansing, this broken mind needs mending, i'll bandage the lesion wrap the gauze and put on the solution and pray one day the revolution i've led will be just another scar, unsighlty and maimed but healed all the same

[peachesaremelancholy]

i have no wish to meet god

for she would be a sniveling scared child,

my arms would seek to comfort her exhausted face

she would look like me, like you

don’t you see?

no, i no longer desire to See

my spirit seeks instead to be filled with wonder

to grin into the unknown 

learn from the fear and never settle

[peachesaremelancholy]

tonight this house is not home. i feel cold and dull, like the knives we keep locked up. tomorrow i might shine brighter than the stars i can finally see here. breathe in and out despite the fact it hurts, robotically human.

-the actions of one affect all

[peachesaremelancholy]

chaos runs deep in my veins, i have wings that touch the sky, brush against the clouds. i crash, hard, when they can't carry me any farther. learning to glide in the middle is like learning to walk all over again. i stumble, scrape my knees and want to cry, but i am ready for round two, and three, and how ever many it takes. even if it's a lifetime of falling and getting back up.

-becoming mick