#woundsalt

[deathlyquiet]

            red  hair,  blonde  hair,  only  sparkling  green  hues  remain  in  his  mind,  sharp  with  intelligence,  arms  strong  as  they  fought  him.  he  remembers  warmth  as  he  healed,  he  remembers  silent  kindness  that  paved  his  way  &.  her  death  /  inevitable,  a  monster  like  he  was  yearning  for  absolution.  is  death  the  only  absolution  he  could  ever  get  ?  therapist’s  words  run  through  his  mind,  the  act  of  kindness  to  be  bestowed  &.  maybe  helping  someone  to  not  become  what  he  is.      ❛  nice  dog  you  got  here,  ❛      crouching  down,  leathered  covered  metal  hand  scratches  through  fur,  soft  smile  upon  his  lips,      ❛  what’s  the  name  ?  ❛       yelena,  natasha’s  sister,  he  knows  enough  to  be  careful,  he  knows  enough  to  be  gentle.

@woundsalt  :  sorry  this  took  me  so  long     ((((((:

[bayoeu-ret]

caroline   is   sun   and   you   bask   in   that   light.      creature   of   the   moon,      you   only   ever   see   the   sun's   reflection.               ❛❛         i   know   i   told   hope   i   wasn't   going   to   come   up   this   weekend,      @woundsalt​.      but   i   wanted   to   surprise   her.      it's   her   birthday   after   all.         ❜❜ 

[atforbaes]

@woundsalt​  sent  :          “  ✒ - married in vegas  ”     ft.  bellamy  blake

❝         your   sister   is   going   to   kill   me.         ❞         it's   the   first   thing   out   of   caroline's   mouth   after   a   series   of   screams   and   incomprehensible   mumbling.         it's   been   fifteen   minutes   since   she'd   woken   up   ,   found   out   she   was   laying   half   -   naked   next   to   no   one   other   than   bellamy   blake   ,   who   had   a   shiny   gold   band   on   his   left   ring   finger         —         which   seemed   to   match   the   one   she   was   sporting   on   her   own   finger.         fuck.         of   course   she'd   be   one   of   those   people   who   got   wasted   and   hitched   while   in   vegas.         she   just   never   expected   to   marry   bellamy.         yeah   ,   his   sister   was   definitely   going   to   murder   her.         taking   a   deep   breath   to   try   and   calm   herself   down   ,   caroline   lifts   her   head   to   meet   her   husband   bellamy's   gaze   for   the   first   time   since   they   realized   what   had   happened   the   night   before.         ❝         what   are   we   gonna   do?         ❞         

[duskwolf]

@woundsalt SENT : 💫 a late night text. / TEXTING PROMPTS *

   [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 ] hey    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 ] why do blondes ask ‘knock’ jokes instead of ‘knock knock’ jokes    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 ] because there’s already an echo with all that extra space in their heads    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 ] get it?

[pistolslinger]

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.  ( not accepting! )

@woundsalt​​ said:   ❛  stay with me . just for tonight .  ❜ / wylan

     HE’S NOT SURE if that’s entirely proper, but it’s tempting all the same.  jesper glances back towards the guest room he’d been staying in for the last month, and then curiously at wylan.  was it — was sleeping in his old bedroom alone too much?  jesper couldn’t, and wouldn’t, judge him for it . . . it did feel like a jump to ask jesper to share a bed for the night, though.

     “ don’t like sleeping alone? ” he asks, a small smile playing about his face.  “ alright, curly, you have me for the night, ”  like i was ever going to say no.  “ just . . . be honest with me: do you steal the sheets?  kick in your sleep?  i can handle a sleepy clinger, but if you start sleep talking  . . . ”

[songofsunset]

i can't believe how far you went with the knitter thing. it's fucking awesome. i can't help but follow you even though your blog is completely different than mine, because honestly, how can i not follow you when you're at this level of amazing?

Aww, thank you!

I'm gonna publish this because I want it to stay on my blog :3

(Also, if you wanna unfollow me at some point, I totally understand, but hopefully you'll find some stuff here that you can enjoy ;D )

[chronophobics]

woundsalt replied to your post: Sometimes, I really do find my social life pretty…

you can find it anywhere, i think. make yourself at home, fake it till you make it, all that. pretend that the air is as much yours as it is theirs and eventually it will be. thats what i do, at least, and usually it works. usually.

i think that the relationship between me and those people misses the very essence of home when, by that, we mean an abstract place people whose hearts beat quite in a similar way create. a place where you can state any of your feelings or opinions and be sure that it will be respected or, even better, understood. perhaps the best definition would be that it is a place where it feels safe to be yourself.

and that is something i couldn’t fake, i suppose, because it requires the honestly and trust of all the participants. i know that those people wouldn’t understand my dreams or ideas or just the things that makes us fragile and vulnerable.

and that’s something i really miss. as i stated before, i don’t feel bad or uncomfortable in their company, which is something that perhaps could be solved by faking and hiding those feelings. but home is not something you could fake. well, at least i couldn’t, because i wouldn’t see the pure purpose of it then.