you do not live; you are not allowed to die. you drift between earth and death which seem, finally, strangely alike.
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you do not live; you are not allowed to die. you drift between earth and death which seem, finally, strangely alike.
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my cat: *grabs my hand the same way felines in the wild use to snap their prey’s neck*
me: aww. you think you can kill me? fool. you are far too weak to challenge me. i love you
muses with a high pain tolerance where, very rarely, the pain tolerance can actively become an issue. they don’t notice when they’re injured, or if something is going on in their body and it doesn’t pass the threshold of ‘this is something I urgently need to do something about’ - muses with a high pain tolerance because they learnt to ignore their pain, so they don’t readily recognize it and can even make it worse without realising, while the people who love them scold them for not saying anything / “lying” about it (but they just didn’t notice, it wasn’t on purpose –)
"You really are," Kaveh coos, palms smoothing along surprisingly soft skin, "built so beautifully, niáng zǐ." It's impossible, really, to take the words as anything but utterly earnest (utterly adoring) despite how unexpected the endearment is. Especially when they're accompanied with the hungry press of teeth to throat, the slide of hands from slim waist to broad chest. Each pass of palm on skin is languid, lingering- not quite enough to be frustrating, but just enough to be reverent. (Kaveh hasn't touched anyone else since that one brief, beloved night that sings in his hazy memories, and so takes his time doing so now.) Fingertips trail and tease, cupping his hands and letting the stilted breaths press each exhale into his waiting touch. Circling one pebbled nipple with the tip of a nail, his touch diverts downward, arches his spine into alignment with Kaveh's own body, and curls tenderly between his thighs, stroking slowly, testing each touch carefully. At Blade's throat, his mouth moves from a careful nip to a series of steady kisses, moving up toward the shell of an ear and nuzzling in gently. As steadily as the carving of his length in and out of him, his breath brushes his ear, heavy and even despite all his exertion. "…and still need so much attention, hmmm?" Fond, almost inexplicably so, given everything between them, yet for no one else but Kaveh does this devotion make sense. "Niáng zǐ, tell me what else you need. You know I'll give you anything you ask." (so remember when i mentioned the wife thing in the AU-)
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
— John Banville, The Sea (via 5weetsorrow)

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immortality through not being incapable of death but by coming back to life after you die no matter what is such a cool power like it’s just so fucking metal. you can rip me apart if you want, i’ll rise from my own viscera and all you’ll have done is piss me off
Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from The Colours of My Heart: Selected Poems; “The Colours of My Heart”
Text ID: Crimson red flowers, the colour of a / flaming garden / The colour of poison, of blood and of / the black night
For a man so adept at killing, his eyes were remarkably soft.
good morning God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everybody’s problem
one thing about me i’m the leaver. i will leave

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there is no greater bond than that of a criminally insane homosexual and the target of their affection
What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin
it’s okay to murder people but it’s not okay to disrespect your wife btw
it’s okay to murder people if they disrespect your wife
love is stored in the bite mark
yeah i’m doomed by the narrative but i have a little time to be absolutely gay
putting my inevitable death on pause to be homosexual for a second

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IN THIS ESSAY I WILL DIE AND BE REBORN A THOUSAND TIMES
Why don’t we let the guy whose every plan could be reasonably construed as an abstract suicide attempt take a crack it