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I was born aflame, I believe. A sun so intentional. A sun in repose, a sun in continuous sunset, sinking into the ground.
Camille Rankine, from āGenealogy,āĀ Incorrect Merciful Impulses (via lifeinpoetry)
a saccharine serendipity,Ā Ā tranquil & sun-kissed as the dawnās light spills over the horizon.Ā Ā Ā āā Ā the point of a romantic trip away,Ā my love,Ā āāĀ Ā he bats away the hand that pokes &Ā prods into his side,Ā fingertips moving to encircle around anotherās wrist.Ā Ā a single, sharp tug given to bring shÅtoās weight against the ivory linen;Ā an arm thrown across his waist in haste.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā ----Ā Ā is that you get to sleep a little later than usual.Ā Ā āā Ā Ā Ā @creideprinzā
āā Ā so youāre alive,Ā Ā then.Ā āā Ā Ā his voice is monotonous,Ā visage carefully laid out as a blank canvas.Ā he masquerades his ache with a stoic indifference,Ā belie to the dark shadows stretched beneath golden eyesĀ &Ā Ā the nail beds that have been picked raw in his fettered solicitude.Ā Ā āā Ā are you done pretending everything is fineĀ &Ā Ā you donāt feel anything or should i wait for you to disappear again?Ā Ā āā Ā
hands curl into fists at his side;Ā he carves copper crescent moons into the womb of his palm,Ā teeth gritting at the unmistakeable split of skin.Ā wintertide devours all.Ā their dawn turned to dusk.Ā Ā a sigh drags from his lungsĀ &Ā he deals the final cut with this,Ā a mournfulĀ ------Ā Ā āā Ā i donāt know how to help you like this,Ā shÅto.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā >Ā @feyiun
heās a rotten & hollow thing.Ā Ā Ā an open wound left to fester,Ā Ā Ā the result of an innocence stolen.Ā Ā Ā his eyes had been a warm honey once,Ā now hiraeth-kissedĀ &Ā devoid of mirth expected for his youth as he glares to the viridescence below.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Ā ugh,Ā Ā this is hopeless.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā itās a curse,Ā Ā he thinks.Ā Ā he is damned.Ā each breath haphazardly drawn only serves as a reminder of all heād lost.Ā Ā all that had slipped through ivory fingers as he failed to grasp onto it.Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā failure,Ā Ā failure,Ā failure!Ā Ā will your existence ever amount to anything more?Ā Ā )Ā Ā āāĀ Ā i canāt do this,Ā itās just going to keep blowing up in my face.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā >Ā @jutaitaitenā

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āāĀ Ā this party is lame,Ā donāt you think?Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Ā Ā calloused fingertips pick languidly at the sleeve of his robe;Ā the fabric feels suffocating on his shoulders now,Ā his benign temperament wavering as fatigue makes a home in his bones.Ā gold eyes flicker to meet hersĀ Ā (Ā a mirror of him in more ways than one,Ā synonymous in their existence.Ā )Ā Ā he offers a smile then, gentle & honest.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā lets go for a walk,Ā i canāt hear myself think anymore.Ā Ā āā Ā Ā >Ā @verglase
I have been trying to destroy myself
āāĀ Ā iām tired,Ā shÅto.Ā āāĀ Ā his voice is a soft-spoken whisper.Ā muffled slightly as his visage dips forward,Ā forehead pressed into anotherās chest.Ā Ā Ā this rotten world swallowed a boy,Ā promised a grave & absolution,Ā thenĀ spat him back out,Ā laughing cruelly in the face of all his bitter helplessness.Ā Ā he allows himself only this brief moment of melancholia,Ā placing his vulnerose self in the care of his lover.Ā Ā Ā āā Ā Ā i donāt know if iām making any of the right choices anymore.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā >Ā Ā @feyiunā
āāĀ Ā Ā what is with you?Ā Ā Ā āā Ā Ā Ā he heaves a shallow breath;Ā desperate to soothe the ache that flares & burns his lungs. to his words he forces a bite, the result of his festering chagrin.Ā his patience for this game is wearing thin,Ā pulled tight as a livewire & ready to snap.Ā Ā Ā āā Ā this isnāt fair.Ā youāve been ignoring me all day & now youāre making me run drills & penalties more than anyone else here. have i done something to upset you?Ā Ā Ā āāĀ Ā >Ā @feyiunā

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ADRIENNE RICH x MOSS ANGEL THE UNDYING x ANA MENDIETA
āThe Burning of Paper Instead of Childrenā, Collected Poems: 1950 ā 2012 (2016);
Sea-Witch Vol. 2:Ā Girldirt Angelfog (2017);
Untitled: Silueta Series (1978), Super-8 film, colour, silent
so I just realized I havenāt sent any love to you since June, so I figured it was time 2 change that. Lara, youāre one of the most talented people on this entire site. the amount of time you put into every character is truly remarkable ā I wish I had that creativity lmao. your writing always amazes me; even if we arenāt writing a thread, I love reading what you post because youāre a literal writing god. youāre also my best friend so thatās pretty cool too, I guess... š love you hottie xx
ELLIE I WILL SOB!!!!! i love you SO much and i am so grateful for you everyday š„ŗ honestly all of our dynamics fill me with so much joy and i will follow you anywhere even if i know nothing about the source because your writing is such a highlight to my dash. thanks 4 being my bestie and always helping me when i need it š
you are an angel sent from heaven above and i treasure you and love that you support me everywhere. i hope you have a wonderful day in spite of your ankle, a day as wonderful as you are šæ
vic my love i will support u anywhere you go š„ŗ thank you SO much for explaining aotās wack ass backstory for me bc iām Big Dumb ily š donāt forget to pick up ur clown suit for sending me this šæ emoji instead of a heart though š¤”
i am not in my main however u remain my main b anywhere i go š³š³ (gay...) i wish u a happy happy bday and i will punch whatever sprained u š i love u.. i think u know that already though šš (gaypt2) umm I LOVE U THOUGH SO MUCH like šš so much.. im so glad we met and make zukoroki amd made erm gud n happy memories.. ty 4 always being there with me (gaypt3) šš ur my most favorite person everš u r the oikawa to my iwa š³š³ so that means like erm even if we're apart š (space) š we r destined to š soulmates ā no matter what ā I LOVE U .. u deserve all the good things ur the best āŗļøāŗļø best friend... NYAAA i love u omg i will never get tired telling u that š¤š» BCOZZZ ur so easy 2 love and u deserve being loved ššš hbd... ig
angel !!!!! when did u get so lame nyehehe š„ŗšš»šš» pls u already have my heart and i love u so much, i will you lots of keeses !!! š„° thank u for letting me spam you and not getting sick of the ten thousand tiktoks i send you, youāre my favourite person in the world !! š¤§š
marcid: Ā Ā incredibly exhausted. Ā promptĀ Ā for Ā @verglaseā
desolation seduces with asomatuous hymns, Ā beckoning you onto secluded lea.Ā adorned in this gossamer noose:Ā Ā fragile as verglas,Ā tight as puppet strings,Ā it leaves an ivory throat inhumed in incarnadineĀ Ā (Ā Ā a reminder of apathy & compassionās fray,Ā Ā of the constant dissonance between headĀ &Ā heart.Ā Ā )Ā Ā āāĀ Ā are you tired of it?Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Ā you muse gently,Ā thoughts straying to your uncleĀ &Ā the quaint tea shop he delighted in.Ā you missed it,Ā missed him,Ā missed anonymity.Ā Ā
in the backdrop: Ā a diplomatic gala that heaves in full swing, Ā a sea of people with their synthetic euphoria Ā &Ā irreverent gaiety. Ā Ā crowds that you had never been able to find comfort in, Ā giving pleasantries you were still yet to perfect. Ā in the foreground: Ā the abyssal night sky, Ā ink-dark Ā & Ā freckled with light,Ā finger-bones curled tight into the balcony railing until knuckles glow stark-white against the skin.Ā Ā their breath condensates with each exhale, Ā the cool air a welcome change from the suffocating interior.Ā Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Ā iām still new to this but itsĀ Ā ...Ā Ā Ā iām exhausted of it. Ā i donāt know where you find the strength. Ā āāĀ Ā Ā you know she shares the same sentiment;Ā Ā the same shouldered unease for the sake of crownĀ &Ā peace,Ā this atlasā burden forced upon them too young.Ā Ā
you clear your throat,Ā Ā a rough sound,Ā Ā thick with a sorrow youāve no more energy to share.Ā this melancholy moment is fleeting,Ā an ache to be tucked away once they return inside.Ā Ā Ā āāĀ Ā um,Ā Ā i should, uhĀ Ā -----------Ā Ā thank you for being here tonight.Ā āāĀ Ā Ā you turn to offer her a small smile,Ā the first genuine one of the night,Ā Ā before fixing his eyes back on the endless horizon. Ā āāĀ Ā you make these events somewhat pleasant.Ā Ā iām glad to have a friend.Ā Ā āā

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(I am ashamedābut it is uselessāI am what I am)
Walt Whitman, from ā[Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-hearted] (Rejected Poems), Leaves of Grass (via soracities)
cafune:Ā Ā the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you loveĀ &Ā tacenda:Ā Ā things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.Ā prompt forĀ @pathoficeā
hands that heal,Ā Ā hands that bruise.Ā Ā his are both.Ā gentle now in the way they comb through ebony locks to lull him into slumber,Ā Ā gentle in the way they can never beĀ āneath your fatherās gaze.Ā there is solace here in his presence, Ā in his touch, Ā & Ā you ache to devour in the way all starved children do. Ā with your head against his lapĀ &Ā eyne drawn shut,Ā you think he is the closest thing akin to home.Ā Ā Ā Ā
a yawn bubbles from the depths of your frayed lungs as you stir awake.Ā Ā out against the horizon dawn has begun its approach whilst evenfall retreats;Ā Ā another day closer to the black sun,Ā another day closer to your betrayal.Ā Ā hands that heal,Ā hands that bruise.Ā Ā soon it will be your own that inflict sorrowĀ Ā /Ā Ā leave scar tissue.Ā Ā
you reach out blindly,Ā intertwining your fingertips with his to bring them level to your lips.Ā Ā you press a kiss there.Ā a tentative one,Ā a gentle one.Ā with it you pourĀ &Ā pour everything you cannotĀ Ā (Ā Ā or perhaps,Ā will notĀ )Ā say into this silent touch.Ā Ā a kiss against his knuckles means i love you,Ā Ā against the pad of his thumb means do you love me,Ā too?Ā &Ā finally,Ā into the centre of his palm,Ā a prayer.Ā forgive me for being selfish with you just a little while longer.Ā everything unspokenĀ &Ā still shared so desperately.Ā Ā
āāĀ Ā the guards will be along this wall soon,Ā Ā we should leave.Ā Ā āā