#rain child

[golvio]

[socrazylola]

Happy Birthday Ariana Grande!!!

[sansthepacifist-art]

@sleepy-faelon's OC from a few years back, Rain Child!

Speed art here!

[the-taboo-king]

@peppermintteastories continued [+]

She found herself trapped in mid rain, what a problem. Her father might scold her for arriving late, however, that was not the biggest of her concerns, not after hearing this person call her ‘fiend’.

She turned her head, attempting to meet eyes with who had called out to her, she was sure he was talking to her, there was no one else around. The probably-older male seemed… amusing. His clothing was beyond flamboyant, and his way of speaking didn’t fall behind in the slightest.

“Fiend? What would be the purpose of calling me a fiend? And yes, I can very much observe ‘how the heavens weep’ but there is nothing I can do about it.”

   So many questions. Curious little child. It’d be better if he ignored her and just kept walking but ... it is cold and wet. Who knows how long before she catches a cold or something. Even his hamsters have buried deep into his coat to get away from this deluge. 

   “It is of no consequence what I call you. Flee and find solace, child! Before the deathly miasma sinks into your skin.”

[ahazune]

I can't-

I remembered a part in one of Adel's songs and it goes "I set fire to the rain" I CAN'T GET THE IMAGE OF SOMEONE/HER SETTING RAIN ON FIRE

[17-syllables]

Because rainy summer days put my mind into overdrive...//

[blackvietshiet]

this boy deadass is a part of my new skin care regimen. boy so moisturised and glowing just being around him clears out my pores and rejuvenates my skin. when will your fave ever

[blackvietshiet]

trust me, i know 

what it means to be looked at like meal, like vice

i know

how look and stare and glance can mean hunger and conquer

how venom sits heavy in mouths that promise empty echoes pushed back into the dying spring along my hipbones 

i have never been loved by men, just watched this skin get devoured

called it, “surviving” 

called it, “coping” 

so when he looks at me gentle

looks at me like “thank you” 

like, poison is only practice

trauma is vaccine

cum. cum home, hymnal, and cum forgiveness and light. cum holy. cum religious on this prayer bed of sweat and grace. 

feel this steady chest

sing into this strawberry field scalp 

kiss sacred 

when he looks at me like a promise

i waver on keeping him 

waver on all this being “real” 

i ride him out like a sunrise

remind myself reaching morning is a goddamn reward

and with him, i made it

made this breath mean something

made this neck bend, not break.