#spilled inks

[desikanya]

"Men never start drama", shut up and go open history books you uneducated peasant.

[girlonabreak]

i don't stop when i'm tired, i stop when i'm done.

[evenlis]

Enough

When was the last time you felt whole? Feels like that was an early summer day with dirt covered soles. When we were learning to count off our fingers, when they weren't numbering our faults. When words seemed magical rather than incriminating.

-Evenlis

[queenofspades2222]

Whispers to the Devil

Hand over my mouth  The devil made me doubt The devil made my head cloud,  Hand over my mouth, The devil is the reason for my clout, The devil is screeching in my ears loud, Hand over my mouth, It’s the devil’s devout Hand over my mouth, Did I make you proud? The devil ate you out Hand over my mouth, realizations are always cold when out, The devil consumed me throughout, It took me for all i had was me to be proud, The devil took me out, The devil is always proud, not of me though, Hand over my mouth, i call to him "out." Hand over my mouth shrieks with laugh painful in the crowd, like a bloodbath of my own scarlet he had hound, Hand over my mouth, The devil refuses to come out, it devoured me, it consumed me, help me, i'm no longer allowed

finally a piece of writing after radio silence for months inspired by anime : MONSTER inspired by song : Serial Experiments Lain Soundtrack: 04 Mist of a Different Dimension

[writingonesdreams]

I was in a bookshop the first time in forever. Ahh all the books! I had most of them, heard of them from the internet and have them as ebooks, but the irl thing is so different. The covers of various shapes and sizes and thickness, the engraved symbols, the thick standing out titles... so much creativity and beauty behind just the covers themselves...

Not to mention how thick the actual books are. I don't notice it so much with an ebooks, but that's like whoa so much content. Where does it even come from? I have novel ideas and know the format and stuff, but where do you get so many words???

[cityofdreams-writing]

Helplessly in Love

When she met me, I smiled.

When she liked me, I chuckled.

(I didn’t think it was true.)

When she loved me, I blushed.

No one ever loved me like she did.

Even if she ends up hating me, I’ll still love her from the bottom of my heart.

—Me

@maybe-a-lee

[herportfolio]

she bloomed so beautifully,

like it’s the first day of spring.

her smiles were reminded of summer,

until they quickly fade from green to grey

leaving only remnants of her lost happiness.

it seems time has frozen,

unable to escape,

unable to let go.

she had no one else to blame anyway,

for she is in love with the loop of his hell.

— M. // how persephone never left hades