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Swordcatcher is bi paradise, everybody is bi and it's absolute chaos.I love it, give me more

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Cry to me
I will still love you when you cry hold you together as each sob threatens to rip you apart teeth bared against the sound your throat closing up on hot tears I will kiss every ugly thing about you wrap their jagged edges and bind the cuts on your hands wash your blood-laced fingers I will comb away the worries from your head catching cotton wisps in your hair untangling the matted fur I will sing you a lullaby until the notes have soothed every stress until your claws have softened again quieting the imposter in your mind I will love you when you are weak, bloody or broken I will love you when you are monstrous with one leg caught in a trap when you fear no one wants to listen speak for I will be there to hear you and when the beast fights in your chest let it go, scream at the sky I will be there, howling with you and love you even then
Mariposa
He had a talent for turning a place of beauty into somewhere you didn’t want to be/ talking about her body/ his words like bootprints stamped on her skin/ she wished she could disappear/ his eyes lingered on her like a breath/ warm and sticky/ with each word/ she clicked through the process/ shoulders hiking up/ like a clockwork girl being picked apart/ shame pressed in at her throat/ closing up on all the words that should be said/ tasting of rust and bile/ his eyes were hungry/ holding her to the spot like a butterfly pinned to a board/ admiring her wings before he ripped them off/ as she fought the ache behind her eyes/ nerves humming/ Run/
Love is short, forgetting takes longer please don’t forget
To be an Internet Boyfriend
Big dark eyes, thirst traps and just enough spice to keep us coming back oh to be an internet boyfriend bondage, praise or fandoms take your pick to exploit our begging is only so good in the comment section but do the maid outfits become itchy when you read the fanfics does the sexualisation stick in your throat are there TikTok drafts where you scream tracking hot tears through eyeliner it's weird to remember that we don’t really know you despite the fantasy you offer oh to be an internet boyfriend

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Allow me my teenage melodrama
I break myself for sweat and tears and a 90% average grade But knowing seven languages or the distance between the stars does not make me a better person it does not even make me a good person Meanwhile, society tears itself apart and the world rushes in for the final count what is all this worth when you’re starting at the end of the world why can’t we pause to admire the lights like stars scattered upon the earth they think we drink because we’re bored but anaesthesia is required when the world is burning
This is a real letter, dedicated to the boy I am so sweetly in love with. I can't tell you his name, but his name sounds like bells clinking when you say it. To the boy that is like sun rays peeking out from behind a forest to me, I hope one day you will know just how much I love you. And I'll always try to understand your decisions, even if they sometimes don't make sense to me.
Letter:
I miss you. A sweet feeling lingers in my heart, and all I can think about is your smile, and the fact that we can never be friends anymore. But this sweet feeling, sweet as sugar, stubbornly stays there my heart and drives me crazy. It won't go away. I've got the sweetest little crush on you, it's so sweet, so so sweet. You got me so drunk on your poison, because your poison is as sweet as honey. I want to know what your lips taste like, I want to get drunk on your smile, I want to fall into your eyes and stay there for hours.
But despite all this, I know it isn't just a crush; I developed a crush on you only after falling in love with you. For many people it works the other way round; but for me somehow, I realized I was in love with you first.
The gentle feeling of love came first - the peaceful feeling of being in your company. The calm feeling I felt when listening to you tell jokes and stories. And the way the world seemed to fall silent, when I watched as you walked happily alongside your friends.
It was only after that, did every little thing about you start to make my heart race, did every single thing about you seem cute beyond words. It was only after all this, did I get a little drunk in your eyes that always seem to be thinking.
But this "dizziness", this blinding crush, will lessen eventually, and in the time that it will take for it to reduce, I promise to hide most of it from you to respect your comfort.
And throughout all this, I will always love you the way I did from the beginning.
Rainfall in ItajaÃ
He loves the rain It makes everything quieter, softer It washes away the rushed thoughts and panicked movements Raindrops dance between the leaves clouds press in closer and the world is smaller in the embrace of the hills His hair is feather soft Her hands are gentle The warm light of a streetlamp spills through the open window and the scent of wet cement fills the air He breathes it in, relaxing under the movement of her fingers in his hair
                                                   his jaw
                                                   her hip
                                                   their lips
Outside, fog blankets the forest Dark trees hang heavy in the rain Lightning will be here soon the end is coming the streetlamp has long flickered out But we don’t care In a small room, two angels take off their wings to welcome the shadows one last time Finding safety in the dark and warmth in each other’s arms He loves the rain, but she is waiting for the lightning.
Sugar kisses
Starry eyes rest on her but hers linger on his lips, full and dusted with powdered sugar if only she reached out to him what it might be like to kiss it off his lips with a slight swipe of her tongue he might gasp in a breath his hand on her back to draw her closer would he taste of citrus and cream?
What’s up? he asks and she blinks away the daydream her cheeks simmering he smiles, his hand dipping beneath her chin as he steals a quick kiss You were lost in a daze somewhere. she could only smile against his sugar sweet lips I’m right here.
Call of the fates, Little Warrior

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I know a place, a person who can tease out the tension from between your shoulders. Fingertips to play the keys down your spine. Counting your ribs with each lip, you’ll feel constellations blooming beneath those bones. Fingers will ghost trails up your sides, drawing you closer until you’re flush against a chest, a stomach, a breath in your hair. A person to make the waves of your skin span for miles, while each roll of the tide leaves you hurtling into another swell. I know a place, and I would risk drowning to swim under your stars, murmuring it against your skin. -Heaven
What inspired you to start your blog?
Talking with a friend made me realize I was putting off sharing any of my writing. I wanted a space to share and be myself🧡🧡
My Seraphim.
Make a church of us Kiss each hurt into submission Take off your wings, leave your halo at the door Pull a hymn from my lips Count each sin with your mouth on my skin Say it soft and it’s almost like a prayer

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