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y cuando todo ha terminadotu me miras con calma y dices : ❝ мιrα —— ɴo тe poɴɢαѕ мαl. ɴo pαѕα ɴαdα. lα ɴocнe eѕ υɴ ѕυeño qυe ѕe llevα lα мαñαɴα. ❞

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dog teeth || nicole dollanganger

there's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart

[cat-eye-nebula]

A very very rare phenomenon between two souls is that their body heat ascends so high, they go up in flames during the sexual ecstasy because of the very strong spiritual bonding.

[quoted-books]

Like the eyes, the heart has a way of adjusting to the dark.

(via xlionhearts)

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             { xagape }

       ❝So, let me get this straight.            You’re a Kanima?❞

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                 ❝ no —— that was jackson. ❞

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Why do you ship yourself with strongforalittlething?

i've known beth for quite some time ( around two years already ; basically since i joined the rp community dang ) and she's just been there for me and makes me laugh and smile. she's just one of those people i can go to with some au or idea and i know she'll do the same. she's on my important people to me list and i love her a lot ok 

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I see things that nobody else sees. 

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       Stiles can’t stand to look at his boyfriend        right now and if he had, he’d probably would’ve        shown the slightly gleam of tears in his eyes.        The thought of losing him was too much. They        had gone from best friends, to brothers, to that        something more━ that something that he was         more than terrified of losing.

       The human refuses to sit down on the bed again,        only standing up as his hands go crazy in different        directions as he talks a little too quickly.

                                     ❝I don’t need rest, Scott. Do you know                                          what happens if you let a person with                                          a concussion rest? It’s the reason why                                         you can’t let them fall asleep, it’s possible                                         they won’t wake up.❞

        It has him thinking that it’s not such a bad idea,         on his part. Maybe if he didn’t wake up, everything         would just be better for everyone. So many things         he thought, were his fault and this would be better.

                                      ❝I don’t need an MRI, Scott. I don’t need                                          one and I don’t want one. We haven’t                                          even paid for the last one, yet and the                                           Eichen House bills are still left unpaid.❞

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                 there is a sway of gratitude towards the focus pivoting                  away  from  the inevitable sheen of gasoline still  tack.                  in  its  place is the flicker of onyx against  ivory  sheets.                  a  reminder  of  the letters and notices,  neat  in  stack                  but  staggering  in warnings.  there's the  thoughts  of                  selling  his  bike for parts, a feeble attempt  to  assist                  the  growing  vines  of  debt against  his  mother.  she                  had  not  told  him  but the edge towards  losing  their                  household  crawls  closer ; the found mail  had  been                  clear   enough.   enough   to  pull   the   vision   of   the                  deadpool    forefront —— twenty     five    million    they                                                    marked him as.

                          ❝ you don't know how bad this concussion                                           really is without one, stiles.                          i don't want you to risk your health like this. ❞

                                                —— ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

                 twenty five million that could be given to his mom and                   the   stilinski   family.   if  he  could,   if   he   could ——                  ( suddenly,  he's  a  pillar midst  a  shallow  pool  and                  waves  of  warmth  kindle the  ice  frothing  over  flesh.                  drop  it,  drop  the fire and set yourself  ablaze.  you've                  doused  yourself in its waters ; now , drown  yourself.                  you  have  died once, isn't that more  than  enough ? )                  air   fumes   in   a  sigh,  more  of  an  exhale   to   set                  himself  steady.   fingers clasp around a wrist  rather                  than  a  torch  to induce his self inflicted  demise.  the                  faintest  tug  to  still his frantic static. its  slight  notion                  draws  skin  upon  skin and pain seeps  beneath  his.

                    ❝ you're in pain. please, just lay down for me ? ❞

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      ❝Why would I like kids? They’re          annoying, they talk a lot and they          kick the back of your chair on planes.❞

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                ❝ well, kids like me. i haven't been on a plane in years ;                                             i think i'm clear of that. ❞

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strongforalittlething:

Lies would be spilled if she had moved from that spot. Her body only wanting nothing but the feeling of his touch. Soft skin against his own, causing her skin to errupt into goosebumps that traveled down the lengths of her arms, each nervending singing in a melodic harmony. Heat rises in her cheeks, irises watching every action, movement that he made before her, drinking him in like a movie that had caught nothing but her full attention, afraid the ending would come all to soon. At his words, a smile broke across soft lips, lips that itched to be connected with his. To express the feeling that danced through her every fiber of being. "I changed my mind. I’d rather lay with you than sleep.”

                soft curves of mouth sharpen into amusement, smearing                 laughter  stains  against  the   crease  of   bent  elbow.   to                 spare  her  patience,  departure from her  forearm  allows                 the  welcoming attachment  of kisses  upwards. a simple                 chain  of  pressing  lips  to  the  corners  of  smiles.  mirth                 pools  in  the  creases  adorning  his flow  of words ; kind                 mischief  adamant in  the dotting  of mouth to her cheeks.

                              ❝ you seemed determined to nap earlier.                                   are you implying i'm a distraction ? ❞

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        He’s always known there was a chance         he could lose Scott in the middle of all of         the supernatural stuff going around in the         town of Beacon Hills, but his fear of losing         the boy had escalated the night at Glen          Capri.

        Now that he knows that Scott even thinks in         that sort of way, he’s always afraid he’ll snap         and be gone in an instant. Finding out about         what happened at the bonfire, by Malia, had         reminded him of that night and if Melissa had         let him leave the hospital, he would have been         at the school in an instant.

        He’s trying not to show weakness, trying not to         show that he’s dizzy and can barely stand, but         this is Scott and he knows for a fact that Scott         knows him better than that.

                                                    ❝I’m fine, Scott.                                                        I’m fine and you’re not.❞

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                 no immediate response. just the notion of settling along                  the edge of temporary bedding. there's a sting,  a prickle                  along  soft  lines he eases into —— a  bite  of  hypocrisy                                    bruising their fragile armor of flesh.

                                   ❝ a concussion is not fine, stiles.                        especially if my mom says you need to stay here.                                     you even need to get mri scans. ❞

                 glances  focus onto fingers unfurling loose then  balling                  into  clumsy   forms  of   fists.   once,  twice,  thrice.  then,                  slowly,     seemingly    lethargic    for    not   the    tremors                  escaping,  palms  reach for stiles' ; a gesture  meant  to                  soothe  the worry rattling through thin limbs. he had  not                  anticipated   to   beckon   his    instability   forward.   how                  careless of him.  where had the masks and stone walls                  he  had  forged  gone ? yet, the  gasoline  still  clings  to                  fabric  where it lays tacky against bare skin.  a kiss from                  flames  would  be all it needed to ignite his demise.  so                  easily,  he  admits inwardly,  so easily to set the  sun  in                                                           his spine.

                                      ❝ i'm fine. i just need a shower                                            —— and you need rest. ❞

                 perhaps,  then,  he  can  scrub away  the  charred  ruins                  crawling beneath. tear away until he is the soil beneath,                  diminished  ruins  of earth made red and ivory.  destroy                  himself  to  be  rebuild.  maybe  then,  the  phantoms of                  blades  at  his  nape  and   forced ghosts  of  death  will                                                           vanquish.

[heresay]

We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.

Warsan Shire (via arabarabarab)

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people who write up random starters should be cherished and protected at all costs

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xagape

She hadn’t realized there were people around, nevertheless staring at her. It’d just been a day so void of sound and joy that the siren started singing to herself, trying to collect her thoughts. When the silence gets to be too much, she’ll take any instance to make some noise                            —— especially at the expense of those under her enchantment.

     ”Trusting desire, starting to learn.           Walking through fire without a burn ;      Clinging a shoulder a leap begins                  Stinging and older, asleep on pins..”

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                years could not diminish the tides of awe parallel to the                 notions of sea and salt. rarity of its vision builds a pillar                 of  fear for its waters ; fear in its strength and adoration                 for  its  beauty. hadn't  that  been  the  quiet  chant  from                 its folk ? marvel but do not trust, sway not to its  depths                 but  to  its  winds. introspection could not  decipher  the                 comprehension bubbling nonetheless. an utmost faith                 in   the   ancient  upholding  of  their  words.   mindless                 wanderings did not have the intent to stumble onto the                 beginning threads of a voice.  in the abrupt collision of                 sound,  limbs  still beyond his volition.  confusion  and                 admittedly   curiosity  pluck  his  glances  to  seek   the                  source.   flesh  mars  in  diminutive  shivers,  a   ghost                 splaying  whispers and wishes in every letter sung.   it                 taunts  beneath,  hitting marrow until its bruising  carry                                                actions of movement.

                follow, the echoes say, kissing its command into veins                                     and obediently, wholly, he goes.

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You have a knack for getting under my skin, and it terrifies me how much I want you to stay there.

Noor Shirazie (via ironmxde)

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         ”I can do something better than what you have in twenty           minutes. I refuse to let you ruin my fabulous reputation.           And speaking of my reputation, don’t answer anything in           any class. I don’t want to risk you getting it wrong okay?”

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                 ❝ anything to get us out the door.        but what if i'm sure i have the right answer ?      or what if i get called on to go up to the board ?             also, we have lacrosse practice today.  unless you can figure out how to play in a few hours,          we need to find a way to get you out of it. ❞