she pulls the tides.

DO NOT CALL ME A BRAMBLE ROSE I AM A NETTLE IF YOU TOUCH ME, I WILL STING AND IT WILL HURT. DO NOT LOOK AT ME AS I RISE HIGHER AND HIGHER INTO THE NIGHT SKY I WILL BRING THE TIDES AND YOU WILL DROWN.❞

[inkmagician]

i. there are kingdoms & empires bursting in full color on your tongue, straining against the blockade of your teeth, if only you will part your lips & breathe. ii. heart quivers behind (rib)cage gilded gold, afraid to palpitate & shatter bone. don’t wait for a prince to unlock you— whittle your ribs into a key. it will fit. iii. the landscape of your skin is foreign territory: translucence stained with a sprawling roadmap of violet veins, skylines & cityscapes, tangled constellations that lead to your heart. iv. the space of your throat is a chasm— they look down & call you empty. haven’t yet learnt to see in the dark, haven’t yet learnt the geometry of your voice. v. your eyes, swollen with fireflies; theirs, halogen bulbs of forgotten lamplights on one-way streets. only moths go near, aching for the promise of artificial sunlight. vi. darling, give them a bit of your incandescence. i promise you will still shine.

ANATOMY OF A GIRL | paperharbors (for @inkstay‘s prompt 426 “bodies”)

[skortgorl]

[prsphn1-deactivated20160816]

you have prepared for the blow too many times to be ready for this softness. you know how to clench your fists, how to set your jaw, squeeze your teeth together, silence your mind, and take it. you know these things. you don’t know how to deal with the softness. what does it mean when he raises his hand and reaches out to simply caress your cheek? how do you prepare for softness when it’s nothing you recognise? it feels like an exam you didn’t study for – an exam you didn’t know you were going to take. softness is a foreign language that you do not master. your tongue stumbles over word clauses and you question where to place your adverbs. it is a language duolingo offers no courses in. it is a language with no dictionaries you can browse through. how do you deal with a hand raised to not make you bleed? how do you get ready for this softness? answer: you don’t. answer: you turn around. answer: you reject, you reject, you reject. answer: you were not created for softness. you were created to anticipate the blow. you were created to prepare for that.

questions and answers // esther liv (via prsphn)

[thedistantwallflower]

[mhythology-deactivated20160909]

call me medusa for my monstrosity is not mine to bear, but yours to fear.

a.c (via regulusblacking)

[anotherfsblog]

Do Bong Soon + Outfits  

[kimp05]

“I’ll make you into a real-life Xena.”