#veincold

[anastasiasyah]

10/17/25, anastasiasyah

[my-angel-my-stars]

if i could write the perfect love story this is how it would go.

you are the right person at the right time; meaning that there is no waiting or apologies for things that never should have happened in the first place. when we fall, we fall harder than a glass hitting the floor. except we do not shatter and there is no mess to clean up. you sweep me off my feet with your patience and your drive and i sweep you off yours with my kindness and my humor. we laugh for hours, over nothing and everything and we make inside jokes that we will tell our kids about in the future. when we kiss it is a cosmic event, the birth of a million universes just like this one. we write each other love poems and let our tears spill into our glasses of wine when we realize what a relief it is to have finally found each other. i hold your hand while i’m driving and you give me that look from the passenger seat, the one where your eyes turn into an ocean of love that i want so badly to dive into. i fall for you smile and how good it looks when i’m the reason behind it. i fall even harder for the way you turn my freckles on my face into a constellation that only you can touch. i can handle your wild singing and you can handle my constant sass. you playfully make fun of me for only wanting to use the small utensils, because the big ones just don’t fit in my mouth quite the same. Yet you still bring me a little spoon every time we eat. you never get annoyed by the amount that i clean and you remind me to be easy on myself on the days where doing so feels impossible. we make enough memories to fill a thousand books and when we’re old we will sit down together to write a novel about what it was like to fall so madly in love without ever falling apart.

[wxkeupalone]

death bed - powfu

[teenagef3ver]

i know thirteen is supposed to be a Hellish number, but something about that night felt so Godlike. i’m not even a believer, but there was something Holy about us. i still remember glinting up at you under the street lamps and i swear on my life i could see a halo on your head. i guess that’s part of the problem - i would’ve bet my whole life on you. i think maybe it’s because i felt immortal when i was with you, nothing could touch us. this had to be some sort of divine intervention; it’s not humanly possible to be as happy as i was. the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse could’ve rode in and rampaged the Earth and i wouldn’t have noticed (i was probably listening to another one of your stories). and when the Final Judgement came, the Heavens would’ve taken pity on us for being so stupid and infatuated. they would’ve left us in my bedroom to spend our last month in peace.

and saint peter would cry for us when we finally reached the gates

[avanillaopus]

I run with demons. I sit at the table with Lucifer and he tells me his secrets. We sip cyanide from crystal goblets and ignore the blood dripping from each other's mouths. It creates rivers beneath our feet. He says that I am his favourite. He buys me red Dior dresses and shoes to match and if he's feeling daring he takes me to church for the hell of it, just to turn heads. That was when I first met you. You wore your Sunday best and I wore mine and when your mother caught you staring she murmured a prayer. You had an ethereal glow about you and I found myself coughing up holy water hours after the encounter had passed. You're terrifying. Angels would tear their own wings out for you. They would damn themselves to walk the earth. You terrify me because up until the moment we met, I was happy with being a monster. I didn't mind the flames, the anguish, the bullets that cascaded down on me, the rot. But then I got a taste for the figs that grow on your tree and I found that I would be willing to catch an angel and rip out its wings just so I could give them to you. I would build you a cathedral and I'd read your Book, learn your hymns, step into the light just so I'd never have to tear my eyes away from yours ever again, you holy, holy boy.

h.w

[raine]

if i put a bullet in my head would i feel you

would you be the last thing to cross my mind before the bullet

would my blood splattered on the wall spell out your name

are you my remnants once I’m gone

i don’t mean to leave you behind but baby I’m dying

[suguruthinkr]

“all you want is honey, well honey I’ve tried you just want more.”

[tiredzero]