MARKSMAN

blood is blood and its burden is a beast. 🔞🔞🔞🔞

[shisasan]

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚢

[aniquotes]

“People don’t understand the word ruthless. They think it means ‘mean.’ It’s not about being mean. It’s about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It’s about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it.”

- Marco, Book #30: The Reunion, pg. 71 (by K.A. Applegate)

[dailyholzer]

[sangrelobo]

“[MATHILDE’S PRAYER: Let me be the wave. And if I cannot be the wave, let me be the rupture at the bottom. Let me be that terrible first rift in the dark.]”

— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies (via hooking)

[dailyholzer]

I will think more before I cannot. I love my mind when it is fucking the cracks of events.

[sangrelobo]

““Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.””

— Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel (via paty-ofarrell)

[miguelmarquezoutside]

[nevver]

Amnesia Station

[lifeinpoetry]

he […] has hands                          like the apocalypse

you could start a war with hands like that

— Kiki Nicole, from blk/still/life

[sangrelobo]

“My very name a vanishing act.”

— Emily Vizzo, from “The Gentle Country,” Giantess, published in From the Fishouse (via lifeinpoetry)

[zanephillips]

SHINE 1.04

[sangrelobo]

“Q: Tell me, what do you want to be? A: More. Is that too much to ask for?”

— to be more than i am, to be more than i can ever be, that is all i ask for (via vanillasweet)

[rikismaedhr]

“You can’t shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don’t now.”

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander

[sangrelobo]

“I, abstract, adoring, distant And unsalvageable.”

— Lucie Brock-Broido, from Stay, Illusion; “The Pianist” (via luthienne)

[leopardtie]

“your hands like a bullet– my hands like a gun that holds the bullet. we are both made of the same danger. both made of realities we can’t run away from. to be cut from the same cloth means you always feel the missing part”

— salma deera, “bullets” (via deeradeera)

[leopardtie]

“He reminded me of the dark. He reminded me of the late nights I spent on my roof top looking at the bright stars, searching for my answers. He reminded me so much of misery. I think that’s why I loved him, because that’s all I ever knew in life.”

— theeunsp0ken  (via wnq-writers)

[bonequeen-deactivated20231216]

“What never changes feels most new—your hand on my wrist, the sound of a gun.”

— Keetje Kuipers, from “Wolf Season,” The Keys to the Jail 

[antigonick]

“For the first time I’ve embraced you like this. I strip naked inside you—I am. For the first time I am the stone—the sky.”

— Yusuf al-Khal, excerpt of Prayers in a Temple (tr. by Abdullah al-Udhari)