WAR IN MY BONES.

YOU SET YOURSELF AFLAME LIKE URIEL ONCE DID ,     as the sun sets over the meadow ,   &     (    FOR ONCE   )   the world is silent .     you are the white sheep of your family ,     the beacon of light ,    but the day shall always turn to night ,    &   you wonder idly if your wool will darken with age like you have .   your soul grows shadowy ,    &    you weary ,   &   nature’s first green turns to dust ,    &   the memory of who you were before the flame of god entered your heart fades to black .   FORGIVE ME FATHER ,   FOR I HAVE SINNED .      //     hinata hyuuga   •   penned by kyle 

THE WILLOWS ARE WEEPING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ,     as i think about all i’ve learned .    i learned that winter is not as cold as you think ,    and that the embrace of another grows old when it gets too warm to tell where you end    &   they begin .    i learned that we weave our own fates with our fingertips ,    &    though they fray they remain .    i learned that we plant ourselves in the ground with the hope that we’ll grow something more than weary .    but for all i’ve learned ,     i still find myself thinking ,    as i stitch our fates together ,    whether i’ve mastered the lesson .    i decide i haven’t .    for the willows are still weeping outside my window .    i wonder if they know i’m weeping ,   too .

guess who moved again :*

guess who moved again :*

you had an accident and hit your head. the doctor says you have some kind of amnesia that restarts your memory every few hours, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re still married so please stop with the flirty pick up lines