#reblargh

[rorrimehtnienoeht]

anyone else in this fandom remember enough biology to just-

....oh

[elsen-of-pestilence]

((What the hell am I thinking? XD

When Madness Day rolls near, I want to do an MC AU rp. Who would be up for that? And then come October, muse will experience zombie urges on and off.))

[elsen-of-pestilence]

((Darn it, I find myself pushing past my bed time while waiting for replies. XD I'm heading off.

If you have a reply going on, please save it in the drafts. I'll get back to you when I hop back on. night!))

[bearingskin]

I think you’re supposed to stop this sometime before the end of highschool at least, every girl in every movie I’ve ever seen makes her peace by seventeen like the magic seven (or six, or five, or even eight) is the spell that breaks the brokenness. I’ve studied this intensely, and there doesn’t seem to be an incantation or a rite or a specific candle type or a spice or a herb to curb the bitterness on the tongue the soapy basic fizzle flickering in your Eustachian tube when she speaks, when you speak - just the powerful magic of age and change simultaneous equations I cannot solve. Math is just applied logic and there’s nothing that logic can’t cure except the wracking cough of a rocky wreck washed ashore and spluttering for the sweet kiss of the water grieving for a mother who doesn’t know how to love her.

ella jean, you can't check the back of the book for this one (2012)

[persesthehunter]

Lutecelove is pretty pass it on!

[bearingskin]

if I drink anymore I’ll burst and still this thirst, this desert flesh of mine nurses greedily at the water table, sucks at the salt and sighs. I can see you between the vulture’s arches and I swear those things that look like thorns are just whiskers on my catcus … cactus. I think I need to touch you to know where I am and if I could fit between you. you come to me with those hands and I’m practically begging you to clip me to nip this shaking in the bud to take a piece for your garden to shift the weight of holding it myself to show that I too am succulent.

shaking in the bud (2013)

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[bearingskin]

affirmation (like Sylvia's bees)

Little Pan I ordered you like Sylvia’s bees; I signed the sheet and printed my name and into my arms I took your little crate. If I like, I can put you down and leave you there at the door. You don’t make the rules here - this is my house. I can keep you boxed up forever I can join you under the stairs and I can let you go.

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