#when words fail

[evenasmallcough]

Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language.

- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

[goldencicadatang]

So…Uh. This Changes Everything

My sister is back. I know that for sure now.

I don’t know what to say. I-I mean, I’m just learning about this! And…The last time I saw her was when I was twelve. I thought I knew she was gone forever. But APPARENTLY, she’s been underground for THIRTY years?? How is she alive? And why would the doctors tell us she was dead if she…?

What am I supposed to do? My mystic encyclopedia never covered what to do when your supposedly dead relative comes back from the nineties.

MAYBE. I’ll just take her home with me. Get Pigsy to give her noodles!

[euphoric-deadlights]

Sam and Jack - seeking comfort 🫂

[little-mama-wolf86]

“You are the song that my heart would always want to sing.” -💜❤️

[yourenumber1]

"The Wisp Sings"

Let me sleep

I am tired of my grief

And I would like you

To love me, to love me, to love me

This is the night when these woods sigh

Come with me

There are people who cannot speak

Without smiling

They would take me from your hand

Or they would try, they would try

This is the murmur of the land

This is the sound of love's marching band

And how they hold you like a gun

And how I sing you like a song

I heard when I was young

And buried for a night like this

Buried for a night, like this

[isasan347]

Some doodles

Enjoy

[nihiladditaenihilperdidi]

When Words Fail || Rune + Enoch || June 5th, 1925

Rune: Rune blatantly stared at his companion.

Enoch: "You know, it's rude to stare."

Rune: "Not anymore it isn't."

Enoch: He cupped his chin. "Never have I felt objectified until you."

Rune: "Is that a compliment?" He allowed his weight to rest against Enoch's palm.

Enoch: "Yes. Do it more."

Rune: "You're telling me no other man has looked at you with lust?"

Enoch: "Now you're asking for my history?" He said pinching Rune's chin.

Rune: "It's hard to believe, that's all." Well, now he was swatting that hand.

Enoch: "I was much younger, if you must know." Well then, no more affectionate touches for the mage.

Rune: "And someone chased after you?" he smirked.

Enoch: "Some things never change," he said, looking down with a small smile.

Rune: Both hands found their way to Enoch's lapel. "And you told him he was a wart-faced deplorable idiot?"

Enoch: The weight of those hands made him look up. "I would never. No," he smiled a little, "he was my first kiss."

Rune: "Do you miss him?"

Enoch: “I suppose in a way. It was sweet, but short-lived.”

Rune: "You're my first... um... beau?" He didn’t know what title was appropriate. Lover was too finite.

Enoch: "Surely not. You're saying that to lessen the sting."

Rune: "You know my history. It was never about romance."

Enoch: "Then I am honoured to have this privilege," he whispered, leaning in to gently bump his forehead against him.

Rune: His eyes closed, pleased to exist in the moment. He would exist in a lot of these moments.

"I don't understand."

Enoch: Enoch took advantage of this as he pulled his lover closer by the hips. A warm kiss would greet his jaw, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.

"You are my heart, Felix Suda Rune, and I promise to cherish you."

Rune: Enoch had already told him this. He was his old man, and he was willing to accept that, but what he wanted to convey was more difficult to articulate.

"I don't understand how you make me feel... young."

Enoch was pulled into another kiss before he could reply.

Enoch: It bore repeating. Ten, a hundred, a thousand times, Enoch would never tire of saying it. This was the kind of love that stole his breath, the kind that settled deep in his chest and made him foolishly brave. The kind that made him feel alive.

But words failed him now, drowned out by the press of lips and the taste of the mage on his tongue. Without breaking that kiss, he answered by lifting Rune and coaxing him to wrap around him.

Rune: Rune almost broke the kiss when those hands clasped his thighs, but realizing his intent only spurred his passion. The professor's seemingly random and bold behavior sent his heart flying; he knew he could be trusted.

In his arms, he was free to bury his fingers in fine blond hair.

Enoch: Fingers tightened against Rune’s thighs as he adjusted his grip. He didn’t break the kiss, not when he was met with such eager intent. Without a word, he carried his lover down the hall, the door to his room close. When breath was demanded, lips parted just enough to steal one before pressing back, deeper, hungrier. One hand left the mage’s thigh, just long enough to push the door open, and then they were inside, the quick click behind them sealing them away from the world.

[localswampcrow]

when words fail - shrek the musical // destiel