#piraterey

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my dearest,  i want       so dearly            to love you--   but my fingers only know how to clasp triggers and my tongue knows the taste of blood better than champagne and my bones are hollowed in all the wrong places   and dearest, i am so afraid that      my trigger fingers would hold your heart only to break it      my bloodthirsty tongue would dirty your name by speaking it      my hollow bones would only haunt you, not support you   so dearest, this is what i will do  instead of loving you:       i will clutch close the off-beat leapings of my own heart      i will brand every bullet i fire with the touch of my longing lips      i will bury this weary body next to a gravestone bearing your name   and hope that one day,  my dearest-- you,      or the world,           or history, will hear all the words my voice did not know how to say in the dying echoes of every breath i ever took

love letter, nameless, unsent ( j.p. )

[asokatanos]

Last weekend I was at a wedding and looked like a completely different person in each outfit~

[generallkenobi]

honestly im such a hypocrite im constantly giving my friends shit for thirsting after thrawn and maul but i’d totally do kit fisto (but only the hot one from tcw, not the gross live action version)

[ignisgayentia]

matching icons for u n ur homocidal bro

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when did Icarus become the boy who fell?  tell me which poet heard his story and decided that this,       this is a story about falling                               about drowning. show me the poet, and i will show you a blind fool who does not understand that      heroes are made of the same stuff as boys who plummet in the sky legends love to tell of the foolish boy with wings  who forgot that beeswax and summer sun make nothing but tragedies, but we have forgotten the most important part of the story:                                                 y                                           l      Icarus learned to f                     before he  f                                           e                                                l                                                     l And for one shining moment--      before the fall,      before the fear and the cold,      before the screaming rush of air and the splash of seaspray-- for one shining, iridescent moment,  he kissed the clouds. he tasted sundrops on his lips.  he stood where gods only dare to tread. he held the whole sky in his outstretched arms      and the whole world in beneath his winged shoulders.

the boy who fell flew ( j.p. )

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IMMOVABLE OBJECTS

I love you. 

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-- I love you harder than this heart of mine can beat. I love you farther than these hands of mine can reach. I love you longer than these bones of mine will last.

Perhaps, in some other world,      where the horizons are wider than ours,      where the oceans are deeper and the stars are brighter, Perhaps this other world can encompass this love of mine,  but dear heart, all I have here are       five inadequate fingers to caress you with and      four inadequate limbs to hold you with and      three inadequate words to comfort you with and      two inadequate lips to kiss you with and      one inadequate life to love you with.

They say, dear heart, that Love is an unstoppable force,      and I believe them.           I do. It’s just that I’m also learning, day by slow day, that there are more immovable objects than I ever thought existed. 

I cannot love you into safety.  I cannot love away the nightmares that haunt your midnight sleep. I cannot love together the pieces of you that they broke apart. I cannot love us back to the past where the skies were rosier and your smiles were brighter. I cannot love us into a future where I can promise you you will never be hurt again.  I cannot love you back from Misery’s grasping fingers and Death’s cold hands.

I cannot even, dear heart,      no matter how hard my heart longs and my breath shudders,  I cannot love us into a quiet grave where we can rest,       side by side      at last at peace      together

But dear heart, I promise you this: I will try. I will try until my last gasping breath      and my last pounding heartbeat      and my last trembling step      and my last whimpering prayer.

I will try, dear heart,      until we reach a quiet grave where we can rest,            side by side           at last at peace           together.

If I cannot win against the world, dear heart,      then by God, I will not let them win against me, either. 

[asokatanos]

Coney Island has a lot of very beautiful art walls, great for posing!!

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MAKE BELIEVE

I like to imagine--     sometimes, in the dead of night     with only the stars left to act as witness I like to imagine a kinder world where we have never learned to swallow blood in our sleep. I know that they say make-believe is a game for children, but darling,                     lover,                             half of my heart,  none of us ever got to be children, really,  so play along with me for a little while. 

I know this world is not here, but maybe it exists somewhere--     somewhere past the last twinkling star     somewhere the moon cannot bear witness and the sun cannot reach     somewhere prayers go to live Maybe it's real beyond the space between your breath and mine. And in this world, Sunlight is warm and gentle and welcome. There are no broken pieces of ourselves hidden in the shadows that scuttle away from daylight. There are no burial grounds in our chests tucked away like secrets where the sun cannot penetrate. The stars are just merry friends in the night, not a thousand eyes staring into our darkest corners. The wind does not whisper memories too faded to reach. The earth does not tremble with the weight of lives unlived. And in this world, Your fingers and mine fit together like a key in a lock, instead of bullets clicking into place in the chamber of a gun. Purple is the colour of violets, not bruises,     and the only red we know comes from sunrises on mountaintops. Can you imagine it? If you close your eyes and breathe real slow, Can you see it past the nightmares dancing behind your eyelids? Can you hear it beyond the pounding of your heart like a death knell?