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to my greatest regret: once, I picked a dandelion and held it under your chin, and freckles and pollen creased / folded / vanished in your smile lines; in my mind the caption reads “innocence.” sand coated our limbs like a disintegrating skin. you were a sea-creature and I never was but neither of us had sank yet, then. twice, I sat pressed against a sun-cooked brick wall beside you, sharing secrets and a cupcake, at the halfway point between jealousy and anger, mouthing / whispering / spitting all the things nobody says out loud because “what if everyone disagrees with me,” and this at least we both understood. thrice, I flicked you with paint in art class, accidentally / on purpose / accidentally-on-purpose. I let my fingers dry half-stuck together and thought about how the teacher avoided my eyes when she named my skin’s undertones, about how not all uncertainties are created equal. too many times to remember, I stood in front of someone, saying “I think one of us is going mad.” sometimes it was a mirror and sometimes it was you and sometimes it was neither, but we spent all that year in wordless / senseless / endless argument and this was no exception. thrice, I wished for dragon wings; I had their eyes already, glinting with greed / hunger / cruelty, so you circled your fingers around my wrist like my mother’s bracelet, like some forgotten ancestor’s handcuffs. sometimes, now, I wonder whether you were keeping me grounded or yourself upright, whether you received any inheritance of your own. twice, I dreamed about you and hospital rooms, about bright walls and brighter lights and their restless / ceaseless / noiseless buzzing, about you soaked like a fading photograph in a cold sun’s rays. I woke up choking on the thick scent of sickness, trying to swear I’d forget you, but you always used to catch me sneaking another lie from under my tongue. once, you told me your favourite colour, and this is all I have of you / this is all I have left of you / this is all I let myself have of you.
once, you told me your favourite colour was yellow │ abstractedfocus (via histcries)
bold what your muse CAN do ———— REPOST , don’t reblog .
bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow & arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive / calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump - start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock
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WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID? 7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesn’t feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself. 45% smoke; it’s all fog inside – my skull, my lungs – i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius. 20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been. 28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.
sooner or later we perish; b.s.h; my new chapbook ROOTED - read on tablo.io (via alleyspat)

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My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.
(via childoflust)
DEATH ISN’T A PROBLEM. YOU ASK YOURSELF OVER AND OVER, WHY COULDN’T I SAVE THEM. I COULD HAVE DONE MORE. YOU ASK YOURSELF WHY. WHY? WHY DID THEY HAVE TO GO. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU. YOU RATHER TAKE THEIR PLACE THEN SEE THEM GO. YOU’RE SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS AND YOU FEEL LIKE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU. YOU JUST WANT THEM TO COME HOME BUT THEY’RE ALREADY GONE.
letters never sent: stories not meant for the world; c.f. (via padshiy)
The moral of the story is, I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out with only my teeth.
Brenna Twohy, from “Little Red Riding Hood Addresses the Next Wolf,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)
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me: everyone in tg is ugly urie:
me: stop doing that. stop doing t h
good end: there is no one to save you.
bad end: there is no one to save you.
true end: there is no one to save you.
name: cain (used to go by chanel, and ace before that) birthday: august 11 gender: transmale but please don’t call me trans for all intents and purposes i am a cis man orientation: pansexual aromantic age: 21 going on 22!
favorite soda: dr. pepper favorite candy: reeses shapes... favorite pizza: pineapple. o :) favorite salad dressing: italian favorite meal: i have a lot of favorite meals... right now i’d say anything with tilapia.
best memory: don’t know #littletraumatizedthings best friend: mason lastname and v lastname who are both Not in para rp best relative: lol best pet: one (1) dog shes all i have best celebrity: nicki minaj
one random fact about you: very good at hiding the fact that i’m a huge narcissist with fun complexes one random fact about your day: two people died outside of my workplace in a motorcycle on truck collision. one random fact about your job/school: i’m fully convinced my store is a liminal space. one random fact about your favorite tv show: still waiting on s4 my dudes. one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: i’m a BILLIONAIRE.
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reversedcross:
since soon he examined the sky. stars appeared fuzzy, and moon, blurred: a sign that rain would make its spectacle. falling rain. winter rain on the ground. night rain. darkness and warmth and decaying torrent. it always causes the dispersion of people. nevertheless an unknown silhouette was drawn in its way in an unknown city next to a solitary umbrella in the middle of a disturbance that he reached it in his hands in time. steps hitting the puddles approached with the object in hands. ❛ is this yours?❜
kindness does bite at the cage of ribs like frostbite; for opening himself even a fraction, he is so brutally reminded of the perceived IDIOCY of those around him. minglings of milk clouds and distant glitters of fast-fading supernovas churn themselves about the darkened sky, the vastness and depth threatening to SWALLOW those gazing within - abysmal, and oh, so very lonely.
“ of course not. “ intonation comes so blatantly DEADPAN, a sardonic response dripping with the venom of the creature that hands over the clutches. ( he’s liable to melt beneath the oncoming downpour, a crumbling pillar of salt. ) though paved highways and back alleys dimly lit with streetlights hold FAST their charm in light of a brewing storm. “ i found it lying around and just assumed it was free to use. “

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❝ Say what you will , but the heartless are dangerous things . I'd truly hate to see someone get hurt ! It would break my heart. ❞
“ whether someone lacks a heart or not has nothing to do with being dangerous. “
HE KNOWS THIS, from firsthand experience; those who have hearts are not always kindhearted. moral high ground makes his stomach CHURN with revulsion, molars quick to slice into the flesh of cheeks to draw blood before the wounds heal over. ( he swallows it down, with the colder words that rise like bile in his throat. hold your tongue, boy, hold your tongue. )
“ to put yourself above others simply because you empathize with pain - “ ( is pathetic. ) for he has seen pain, understood well, but pain is not REFORMING - a man of the law sees pain on the daily and may live for the torment all the same.
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