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[kashimos-hajime]

ACT I

you are a serpent parading as a white knight and i am the maiden who knows better and falls anyway you are the master to my puppet strings but you don’t feel like a master and these don’t feel like strings is this what love is in the wake of devastation?

ACT II

this love was just beginning to bloom  this love still lives in the aftermath of your destruction i don’t want it to, yet it survives; an aching, somber thing in my chest it must be real. nothing else carves a soul hollow like love.

but it is not as heavy as my rage, an unsettled storm, the ocean before a flood you once said we were similar, you and i you may grow to regret that comparison. you will. i will make sure of it.

— vengeance will not be sweet, but it will be necessary (h.a.l) | written for @the-darklings

[pencap]

- excerpt from Fig Tree, Autumn Equinox by Sylvie ( j.p. )

[ivyburied]

the boy / the stag & the gunshot in an empty field / something is dying and it is not me let the birds circle / let the grave-earth shift there is an electric storm in the air & this time the chapel will not protect you 

tell me a story in which the rain rises from the hungry earth to fall upwards back into the sky / tell me a story in which the prodigal daughter finds her way home again after her throat stitches itself shut. the split in my lip continues to bleed. it has always bled. / the sadness comes in waves & somehow two days have passed while a saltwater tear turns the minutes stiff.

dear god         deaf god—                 i know we’re far                 from holy already

— put the gun down, love | e.k.

[heroicandromache]

LATE NIGHT WITH ARIADNE

i know what you did and why you did it-- the string was the culprit in this story, too much like chains; a connection turned sour, it left a bad taste in your mouth 

and lo, the scissors and lo, freedom-- two silver nickels in hand  and a taste for revenge. 

it will always be about this bone deep hurt, i know that’s what sells but both you and i know the truth.

that’s not what this story is about  at all.

i know what you did and  i do not blame you. 

[dvoyd]

you're a dying thing that never quite dies. still desperate, still trying to keep going, to keep flying--- to prove you're alive.

the difference between surviving and living | m.a.w

[hainethehero]

THE GRAND ADVENTURES OF STEVE AND BUCKY!...

Bucky: Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone on Coney Island?

Steve: Yeah, and I threw up?

Bucky: This isn't payback, is it?

Steve: [grinning] Now why would I do that?

[starsoftragedy]

ask any soldier, and they’ll tell you. war is mostly waiting. peace is mostly wanting. the moments in between - that’s both.

a different kind of battlefield, my love

e.b.

[martelldoran]

You have left a galaxy of bruises across my skin And the taste of blood lingers upon my tongue. In the heat of the night our stars crashed together.

And in that moment, we were a supernova // (a.s)