in the woods somewhere.

❝ if you avoid conflict to keep the peace, you start a war inside yourself. ❞ created by oso.

[wcrhound]

wintersspectre:

    B△STILLE SENTENCE MEME ( WILD WORLD EDITION )

        100 lyric starters taken from ‘wild world’ by bastille. change pronouns/sentence structure if necessary!

GOOD GRIEF.

❝ so, what would you little maniacs like to do first? ❞ ❝ what’s gunna be left of the world when you’re not in it? ❞ ❝ every minute and every hour i miss you more ❞ ❝ if you want to be a party animal you have to learn to live in the jungle ❞ ❝ stop worrying and go and get dressed ❞ ❝ you might have to excuse me, i’ve lost control of all of my senses ❞

THE CURRENTS.

❝ think about the power of your words ❞ ❝ oh my god, i can’t quite believe my ears ❞ ❝ you’re making me feel nervous ❞ ❝ i need to clear my head ❞ ❝ how can you think you’re serious? ❞ ❝ do you even know what year it is? ❞

AN ACT OF KINDNESS.

❝ kind of hoping this will turn me round ❞ ❝ and now it follows me every day ❞ ❝ i need to clear my head ❞ ❝ my back’s up against the wall ❞ ❝ i feel guilty ❞

WARMTH.

❝ never good, just the bad and the ugly ❞ ❝ nothing quite like seeing the world through the tv’s window ❞ ❝ i can’t stop thinking about it ❞ ❝ tell me, did you see the news tonight? ❞ ❝ hold me in this wild, wild world ❞

GLORY.

❝ did you ever feel like they were ringing true? ❞ ❝ not everything had gone to plan ❞ ❝ we made the best of what we had, you know ❞ ❝ all their words were glory ❞ ❝ stop looking up for heaven ❞

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[wrhnded]

southsidelover‌.

Fingers slide through the tightness of his curls, she feels that warmth of the music that’s on, half low, the movie that’s sort of on too, she’s, kind of lost to how nice this feels. Hands that feel like they’ve seen the time and emotions that have bridged the time spent apart, she pulls him flush and close and wonders if they’re rushing it, but tries not to think about the FIRE that they might ignite if they’re not careful about it. Not just to their present selves, but the future too, she’s got a bad habit of being that bad habit to the people she dates, no patience, all fumbling hands and hasty decisions.

Maybe that’s why she’s the kind of person to cause all kinds of trouble, she’ll wreck his life, she’ll fuck up his day to day, but when they’re kissing she can’t really find it in her to CARE that she’s a destructive force, and he’s too good for what she has on offer. All the things they haven’t talked about yet from their childhood to now, how she’s taken on gangland ties, how she’s still running from all the things that she did before, how her parents are locked up now and she’s just making do and getting by.

But he sees some of it, in glimpses and glances, before she’s got his head turning again, away from the disaster that lays there. Nails dig in, she glances upwards, the way he tries to watch her, like he’s afraid she’s gonna POP OFF AND DISAPPEAR the way he did in a car on tree-lined streets, a grin on her face. “I miss a lotta things.” that teasing pull and thread to her voice, like she can’t be caught slipping, not even with him, that angling of his mouth met with hers in sticky, breathless reprieve, she wants, she’s feeling the fire to the tinder.

@wrhnd​

“ oh yeah ? like what ? ” despite how labored his breathing is , his curiosity is sound , a solid thing poised upon his tongue even as it slips between her lips. she does make it hard to think though. he can’t deny that , and it’s all the more difficult when they’re touching at every possible point of contact. he’s always been so rigid about his intimacy , fearful and cautious , but she makes him forget he has to be. or rather , she makes him believe that he doesn’t. 

both might be equally as dangerous.

“ tell me. ” he pours his plea into her mouth , turning more towards her , guiding her back against the arm of the sofa. it’s crazy how , just like that , the madness is calmed , but he doubts it will last. he isn’t the boy she kissed on the playground all those years ago. while perhaps his identity may have evolved , everything else seemed to do the opposite. now he wears anxiety and paranoia like accessories , and he may be able to fake it well in limited interaction , but if this goes any further , she will come to know the truth. he reminds himself of this when he gets too comfortable. this can never last. 

but it’s so damn hard to focus on that right now with her touching him like this , eliciting reactions no one has ever been able to draw from him under any circumstances. she’s got magic in those fingers and those lips and . . . everywhere else in her he swears , and he has no qualms about bowing to it. and he does , over and over again. “ be real with me. ”

[southsidelover]

♬ Cuddles and kisses combo pack. - still the wrong blog but from rome

cuddle up meme + @ourpyrrhicvictory aka @wrhnd

Pizza tonight, he tells her over text, if you want it. Yeah, she wants it, that joke hanging in the air as she flips through the pages of a book, aimless, in the middle of class. How easy it is to take this for granted, how school’s both a bore and a privilege, now that she’s realized just what they want from her here (memorize!). The SCARCITY OF PRIVACY within her apartment feeling a little less so now that she has the escape across the hallway, how funny is it that she seems to find relief in the familiar?

How funny too, is it that they find that spark’s still there form when they were in 4th grade, like nothing’s changed, even though so much has, aside from the obvious. Her life’s gone both left and forwards, with her FORMER GANG AFFILIATIONS still inked into the skin he’s seen now, how he’s found his own peace and happiness, in a way that she would have never anticipated. How holding hands feels like a wonder, and how they’ve managed to hop, skip, jump into something that they haven’t found a name for yet, even as she arrives with a 4 pack of beer, and he’s got the pizza on speed dial.

An arm finding purchase around her shoulders when they’re on the couch, fingers that curl through the acid wash of her hair, that pull, gently, to tease, then settle on skimming on shoulders. “You shy now?” there’s a laugh on the tip of her tongue as she asks, but her head’s at his shoulder by now, his touch on her chin, angling, THAT SILENT ASK for permission he finds when she bridges the gap. Something wholly comfortable and wonderful, at the same time, as limbs tangle, without the urgency behind it, the phone’s counting down, anyways, for when the delivery’s due. Maybe it’s just nice to know what this feels like, ends like, Rome’s always had a place in her heart, so, maybe it’s time to see what that means, lazily kissing him along his chin, that place by his ear. “Missed me huh?”

Another laugh, muffled, by him.

[wrhnded]

@southsidelover | cont. from HERE.

He doesn't even try and hide it anymore. He finds any excuse to see her , be with her , around her. Weekends , school nights , school days , you name it. At first , it seemed convenient. Now , he knows it's so much more than that. She isn't just familiar. She's home. And what would he know about that , sure , but the point stands. Nothing has ever given him more solace and salvation than her warmth.

Not that he was ever out here hiding it. Even before things took a turn for the absolute best , by his standards , he'd been hopeless to cover up and take it slow , to let his usual trust issues and insecurities wipe it all out before it had a chance to grow. Now it's just a simple fact , a decoration on him , a perpetual mark on his very being. She's been in his system a long time. He just no longer needs to ignore that.

" I don’t do shy. " Despite the heat creeping up his neck , obscured by skin tone and lack of lighting , he smirks as if that can cover it up , the way he looks at her and the goofy look on his face he always gets when she shows up. Not just physically but in every other way a person can show up for him. She's there , and she's got it all locked. If he doubted that at all before , he's ceased to do so the moment her lips touch his. He's caught up.

" Hell yeah , I missed you. " It's soft , barely a breath , shuddered through the minimal opening of his mouth as he tilts his head back , reveling in her touch. He doesn't miss a beat , but his heart damn sure does , and he hopes to all hell that no one rings that goddamn doorbell just now , not when his hand tightens around her bicep , the other moving along her neck and into her hair. Now he angles himself , poised against her mouth , eager for any touch she would award him. " Why ? You didn't miss me ? "

[wrhnded]

aefintyr‌.

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” She smiles, taking in the apartment as Lily moves inside. She doesn’t really know what she expected, in all honesty, but she hadn’t wanted to turn down Rome’s offer. He’s been a pretty nice and considerate neighbour so far, so it only seemed fair. “My parents have a couple of cats back home, so it’s no trouble, really. I’m sure your place is far cleaner than my old college dorm, at the very least.” She brushes back an errant piece of bright red hair. “You’ve been busy lately?”

❛   i sure hope so. i remember college dorms. cleanliness is not a skill learned at university.   ❜ not that he doesn’t miss it. every day , he questions the validity of his maturity , if he’s actually ready to do the adult everyone believes him to be. of course , no one on the outside looking in would ever see that internal struggle , which makes it quite harmless. he thinks. ❛ they’re around here somewhere. i’m sure they’ll come out and scope you soon. do you , uh , like pasta ? i tried out a new recipe tonight , thought a first impression was the perfect time to roll the dice on my cooking skills. ❜ he smiles as he makes to the oven and pulls its door open. he has faith he did a decent job. ❛ uh , yeah actually. a lot of work , some catching up from other colleagues. what about you ? anything new , interesting ?  ❜

[wrhnded]

@aefintyr | rome & lily.

 ❛   please excuse the mess.   ❜  not that there’s much of a mess to excuse , but it seems a fair thing to say. he’s nervous , certainly , not all that experienced —much less skilled— in hosting guests. he isn’t quite sure what he was thinking when he invited her over for dinner. in fact , he isn’t quite sure he was thinking at all , but that’s neither here nor there now. the point is that she’d come , and he wants to make a satisfactory impression. at the very least.   ❛   oh , i - i have cats. you’re not allergic or anything , are you ?   ❜  

[ourpyrrhicvictory]

so school is about to start up again along with work and everything else , so i really wanna plot heavy this week so i have some sure things going into the new semester. this goes for all muses and blogs ( listed below ) , so if you’re at all interested in plotting with any of them , please add me on discord at hispyrrhicvictory#3596 and i’ll come to you !! 

myth / historical multi — @strangehungers general multi — @stagnantsaints rome burgess ( fandomless werewolf oc ) — @wrhnd aramis pryce ( fandomless oc ) — @oragod harry potter multi — @ourpyrrhicvictory the lestrange brothers — @knowshisown tom riddle — @godcrux harry potter — @forslaughter blaise zabini — @themachiavel

[wrhnded]

licnbcrn‌.

she’d MISSED him, and his cool timbre, and the way he’d smiled at her when he saw her, when he thought she wasn’t looking. they were JUST FRIENDS, she knew that, and she was fine with that, but more and more she had begun to notice him, the way he moved and laughed and felt, cuddled against her on the sofa. he was in her thoughts so often, she was sure he lived there now, making his home in her mind and her heart. 

she was being stupid. he was being friendly. 

❛ thank hell. ❜ she said with a devilish grin, green eyes lighting up at the sight of the take-away containers. she ❛ i got you covered. didn’t want ya cooped up in the kitchen , late as it is , and i’d feel obligated to help , and it’s just a lot of work neither of us need to do. ❜ was STARVING, as usual. her grin widened at his suggestion for a film – it was like he could read her mind, these days. food, horror movies, and him – her favorite things all wrapped into one night. 

❛ mmmm, tiring. ❜ she said with a shrug, moving to get utensils, before popping a bag of popcorn into the microwave, smacking the side of the machine to get it to start working. she’d need a new one soon enough. 

❛ i’ve been looking forward to this all day. ❜

❛ have you now ? if i’m all you have to look forward to , we should probably get you out more. ❜ a subtle reflection of his own insecurity perhaps , although it doesn’t taste that way leaving his lips. he wonders if she says it with the same meaning he would , or if they are so far from the same page that he’s wasting his time trying to read the lines much less in between them.

the thing is , he’s willing to stick around and find out.

he makes a mental note to look at that microwave later , but once it beeps , he thinks it can wait. he’d like to cleanse the workday off of him in the peace of her living room , sitting on a couch with her within arms’ reach. he’s one to talk then , considering she’s all he looks forward to. ❛ you ever think you work too hard ? do a bit too much on a good day ? ❜

but that’s a battle neither of them will ever win , and so he stands down. he just finds it funny how he was tired up until the moment he walked through her door. still , to keep from reaching for her so fast , he picks up the food and takes it into the living room. ❛ hurry up then. let’s get you off your feet. ❜

[wrhnded]

“When the time comes, I will not hold you back.” // from Himsulem

❛ —oh , wait. you thought that you could ? ❜ 

but he smiles nonetheless , patting the other’s chest with a firm hand before turning away. his face drops the moment it is cast in shadow. when the time comes. yes , when , because arrival is inevitable , and he would be foolish to pretend otherwise. and at the end of the day , the anticipation isn’t what keeps him awake at night. it’s this idea that of all the things to worry him —nothing ever worried him !— it would be this. it was almost - insulting. 

❛ i appreciate it. because truth be told , there’s no making friends now , and i’d hate to have to spend my time making enemies. ❜

[wrhnded]

"i am best prepared for the worst case scenario."

❛  i mean , if you’re sure about it , i’m willing to bet your prepared well enough for every other scenario as well. that’s how levels work , right ?  ❜ not that he doesn’t understand because of course he does. he’d always wondered what else was worth preparing so thoroughly for beyond the absolute worst possible outcome , and he could say with great confidence that , thus far , it had worked out swimmingly for him. but he isn’t sure they’re looking at the same image , and he wants to know why. ❛ the only problem would be instinct , suppressing somewhat in the event something other than the worst case scenario happens. you don’t wanna waste the big guns on a small target , you know. ❜

[wrhnded]

do you ever sit on the end of your bed and listen to the world spin?

❛  uh , sure. trying to cut down on that actually.  ❜ truth be told , he can’t be certain whether or not he’s telling the truth , but he likes to believe he is. in a way , it makes sense , even if it means two different things for them. ❛  why ? you overindulging as well ? sometimes it’s good to just - set down and have a listen , don’t you think ?  ❜

[brbmakingmemes-moved]

TEXT MESSAGES

a mix of platonic, fluff, angst, & nsfw

[ 📱 — sms ] can i call you?

[ 📱 — sms ] please answer me.

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss you.

[ 📱 — sms ] where are you?

[ 📱 — sms ] is everything okay?

[ 📱 — sms ] i love you.

[ 📱 — sms ] i feel so alone.

[ 📱 — sms ] i feel alone without you.

[ 📱 — sms ] do you want me to pick up food?

[ 📱 — sms ] do you need me to pick you up?

[ 📱 — sms ] can you pick me up?

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss your touch.

[ 📱 — sms ] i might have made a mistake.

[ 📱 — sms ] who is this?

[ 📱 — sms ] i think you have the wrong number.

[ 📱 — sms ] i can’t stop thinking about you.

[ 📱 — sms ] do you ever think about us?

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in the hospital.

[ 📱 — sms ] i want you in my bed again.

[ 📱 — sms ] i woke up and you were gone.

[ 📱 — sms ] i want to kiss you in places you’ll never forget.

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m pregnant.

[ 📱 — sms ] did you just propose to me over text message?

[ 📱 — sms ] i touch myself when i think about you.

[ 📱 — sms ] i need you. now.

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m sorry for what i said.

[ 📱 — sms ] you’re my best friend.

[ 📱 — sms ] i need somewhere to crash.

[ 📱 — sms ] i thought you didn’t want to talk to me.

[ 📱 — sms ] was that pic meant for me?

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in trouble and need your help.

[wrhnded]

imma just say it. this season of dwp is my fave thus far, but i only got to see laverne for 60 seconds and feel lied to

[rilesmemesarchive]

♠ Poetry Starters ♠

The following starters, have been taken from the poetry book Depression & Other Magic Tricks by Sabrina Benaim.  TWs include: depression, anxiety.  Please be cautious.

my body is a garden rooted in gratitude

my heart is a messy bedroom i always distract myself from cleaning

i’ve got this violent tendency to see a bubble and want to pop it

have you ever felt the ache of swallowing starlight?

i’m allergic to liars, they cause my tongue to swell and sharpen

my kiss tastes like a shotgun to the lips

do you ever sit on the end of your bed and listen to the world spin?

i hear the song everywhere.

i am best prepared for the worst case scenario.

you are a ghost & i talk to myself

i’m sorry it’s so dark in here

why am i banging my head against a brick wall?

there is no sleep for this lonely

my depression is a shape shifter

i call the bad days, dark days

i’m not afraid of the dark

perhaps that is part of the problem

anxiety holds me hostage inside of my house, inside of my head

where did the anxiety come from?

insomnia has this romantic way of making the moon feel like perfect company

try counting sheep

happy is a decision

i am afraid of living

i will never truly know everywhere i have been

my heart has developed a kind of amnesia where it remembers everything but itself

it’s weird…. how a jacket can be more reliable than a father.

armor is for women who have something to lose

there are nights my smile is the simple act of baring my teeth

i am just like my father

when the full moon howls, i howl back

i am at the grocery store because i feel sad.

nobody is in love with me but everybody loves me

crying gives me a headache.

headaches make me want to crawl into bed.

crawling into bed is what sad people do.

at the grocery store, at least nobody knows there is nobody in love with me.

is it that you are forgetful or sadistic?

there is a stillness now.

i’m sorry it took me so long to get here.

i hope i’m not too late for the party.

there is not enough time.

i like how looking at you makes me feel.

i love you.  still.

i’m not sorry.

i miss you, but i don’t wish you were here.

you wear sweat shorts & i still want to fuck you.

if you came back, i would not ask why.

you may say none of this ever happened.

between my orgasms i try not to cry

i’m just trying to be less predictable.

i don’t know how to connect in a world like this.

i just want to be free

is time a sleeping language?

the fantastic devastation of unwanted silence.

i went looking for our bridge to burn.

there is a condition called rapture of the deep.  it occurs when a deep sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean & cannot tell which way is up.

i saw you looking back.

the echo is what drives girls like me, mad with remembering.

our brains remember the infliction of pain, be it physical, psychological, or emotional.  we remember this hurt as a means to avoid it in the future.

i remember the shape my hand held while in yours.

i wish i could forget how i got here.

in silence, it’s hard to tell what the other person is thinking without looking them in the eyes.

you would not look me in the eyes.

i have been practicing forgetting.

we cannot control what we remember, but we can control how we remember.

i think i’ll prefer you a stranger someday.

is it just easier to look at yourself in the mirror is you are not human?

does that make it easier to pretend you don’t have depression; because depression is exclusively human.

this is not about you.

every felling i have swallowed.

i was too anxious to leave.

how did you do that thing that you did to my heart?

her fists are filled with the laughter of ghosts.

holding love makes the girl feel helpless.

did you hear me?  i said i love you.

i said i still love you.

the refusal of offered love is some kind of death.

you are unassuming music

i want to wear him

there are ghosts in every version of this story

there is no mystery there

i am just happy to know you

i am not alone

[buttonpoetry]

I most always smile out of spite. I sometimes stay alive out of spite.

Dave Harris, "To The Extent X Body Including Its Fists Constitute ‘Weapons’“ (via buttonpoetry)

[wrhnded]

while rome has no belief or loyalty to any sort of organized ideology and he constantly references the old gods and places vocal vows on the dieties of the motherland , he actually does pledge his faith to the moon. wolves see it as such , and he was taught this by his brother and father very young , so while he obviously doesn’t speak about it , he has a very deep astonishment with the moon as a goddess more than as a place.

[quotemadness]

And never have I felt so deeply at one and, at the same time, so detached from myself, and so present in the world.

Albert Camus (via quotemadness)