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i’ve decided to move blogs, so this one will now be inactive !

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i haven’t been as active on here since my initial hiatus and the times i come back to this blog, it makes me a bit... sad? idk i just feel a bit down when i’m here, so i think it’s time for some change. i’m contemplating on either revamping this blog or just archiving it n moving on. i’ll probably try revamping first and if i still feel funny, i’ll just can it. i guess this isn’t necessarily post worthy?? but i figured i would just have this here. 

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slowly getting through my drafts yasss

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svcreds :

              it’s not like he’s going to smack that smug expression off of the other’s face,  but his eyes narrow to an only mildly - threatening glower.  “  hey  — — at least half of the reason why i’m like this is because of you.  ”  the accusation of being needy isn’t denied,  completely nonchalant as he helps himself to another handful of fries that probably weren’t helping his elevated blood pressure levels caused by the night’s events.  “  YOU  will pay for the ice cream and more fries. and take that gnarly  - lookin’ lip with you.  ”  a bent, over  -  cooked and feeble fry is wagged in the other’s direction. “ let’s take a chance on it. if it doesn’t, there’s a gelato stand in the dining hall in my dorm building.  ”

usually isn’t one to back down when faced with confrontation, however being the subject of the other’s glare makes him shrink in his seat just a bit. “ sure, and i can say the same for you, but you don’t see me bossing you around. have some compassion, i was cheated on too, y’know. “ truth be told : he’s not too torn up about the shocking reveal, more so embarrassed to have been cheated on with two other people— right in front of his salad ! and with one being as snarky as he is, he wonders if their ex has a type. at the request, brows will furrow and eyes widen in disbelief. “ dude, MORE fries ? you already had your own plus mine. watch the sodium intake, man. shit’s loaded. “ he snatches the fry wiggling at him and pops it into his mouth, wiping his hands off on a napkin before flipping the other off playfully. “ i’ll be right back. “ he slides out of the booth and makes his way to the counter to order their ice cream, not bothering to ask what flavor the other wants as he’s decided for him. though he’s turned away from the counter when the employee lets him know the infamous machine is broken, and he’s returning to their table. “ guess it wouldn’t be mcdonald’s if the ice cream machine were working. gelato it is. “ he quickly sips what’s left of his drink before placing it on his tray and picking it up, gesturing toward the exit with a tilt of his head. “ lead the way, fry boy. “

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soleilsoie :

              ♡         🦢         ࿓         legs   swing   off   edge   of   bowl   with   cranium   resting   on   hard   concrete   merely   observing   scintillating   fiery   orbs   hanging   above   pairing   in   desolate   skate   park   .   was   once   moment   dancer   could   finally   catch   breath   ,   seeking   tranquility   to   ease   months   worth   of   choreographing   for   team   .   hues   that   had   drifted   shut   only   fluttering   open   at   timbre   of   other   filling   empty   space   pairing   locate   selves   at   .      ❛      i   thought   you   said   you   were   good   at   this   stuff   .      ❜      sits   upright   observing   male   in   distance   ,   beam   lighting   corners   of   petals   at   melodious   laughter   he   offers   at   such   lacerations   that   braces   skin   .   had   no   experience   himself   in   skateboarding   though   is   certain   with   rhythm   possessed   ,   alongside   an   assortment   of   other   qualities   ,   it   couldn't   be   that   taxing   he   supposes   .      ❛      right   .   because   the   board   is   the   most   important   thing   here   .      ❜      only   observes   other   as   he   collects   personal   items   ,   still   locating   self   on   concrete   hes   certain   numerous   others   had   shed   skin   .      ❛      only   if   youre   buying   me   ramen   ,   besides   ,   you   shouldnt   go   home   with   that   shit   bleeding   out   like   that   .   i’ll   help   patch   you   up   .      ❜      beam   casts   upon   sharp   features   before   coming   to   feet   ,   snatching   board   from   males   grasp   before   any   not   so   bright   ideas   go   off   in   cerebrum   of   his   .      ❛      no   more   skating   for   you   .      ❜      

“ ouch, august. i’m wounded. my ego ? talk about bruised. “ he feigns hurt, free hand reaching to clasp over his chest as he stumbles back dramatically. though act is quickly broken by a bright grin, soft laugh following in suit. “ i guess having you around isn’t so bad, definitely keeps me humble. but yeah, i snapped my other board a few weeks ago after olleying a flight of stairs so i’m trying to keep this baby safe. “ it was entirely his fault ; had misplaced his feet midair and with the force of the landing, it gave way beneath his weight. “ ramen sounds real good right now. seems like a fair trade for your help. we can head to the convenience store after, unless you want takeout. “ watches as august lifts himself from the edge of the bowl and doesn’t put up a fight when the other takes his board, opting for a playful eye roll as lips quirk into a smirk. ” wasn’t planning on it, but thanks for offering to hold my board. first you wanna help patch me up, and now this ? racking up brownie points, i see. “ reaches out a hand to ruffle the other’s hair, slinging his right arm around him as the pair make their way toward the park’s exit. “ no need to worry about me though, i bounce back fast. i’m like a rubber band, y’know ? “

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soleilsoie :

              ♡         🦢         ࿓         if   only   tyrannical   mother   knew   of   events   that   had   unfolded   night   before   in   incorruptible   daughters   very   own   bed   sheets   .   would   throw   a   fit   ,   disown   the   raven   haired   beauty   for   all   she   knew   .   extensive   lashes   ghost   skin   with   radiating   heat   that   kisses   exposed   vertebrae   ,   melodious   hums   escaping   trachea   at   fluttering   sensation   of   a   soft   touch   ,   a   contact   that   sets   skin   aflame   .   petite   frame   only   will   begin   to   stir   in   satin   sheets   when   such   feeling   vanishes   into   thin   air   ,   sudden   shiver   dancing   upon   spinal   cord   .   sight   of   male   dressing   self   in   attire   only   settling   pout   upon   roseate   petals   ,   cranium   searching   for   comfort   on   frigid   pillow   that   harbors   his   scent   .      ❛      you   dont   ,      ❜      pearl   bites   into   lesser   brim   ,   picking   at   skin   .      ❛      you   dont   always   have   to   rush   out   in   the   morning   .      ❜      timbre   but   a   whisper   ,   only   audible   for   male   to   perceive   as   if   anyone   else   was   lurking   corners   of   isolated   abode   .      ❛      unless   you   have   someone   else   to   see…   ?      ❜      sits   upright   only   slightly   ,   freshly   manicured   palms   pressing   sheets   against   torso   as   to   not   expose   self   ,   raven   tousled   locks   draping   over   clavicle   as   sunlight   illuminates   supple   features   .      ❛      do   you   ?      ❜

there’s a drop of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach when she speaks, unsure of what to make of her statement ( surely she couldn’t be hinting for him to stay ? ) has never had issues with turning down such offers, was always quick to refuse and disappear, so why does it feel so difficult now ? the sight of her sitting on the bed, bathed in golden morning sunlight, is one he’ll keep in his mind for days to come. and he hates it. frame leans against the wall and he figures he should tread with caution at the question. “ curious now, are we ? “ he teases, ghost of a smirk on his lips as arms cross over his chest. in all honesty, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else but her. at the start, he didn’t think much of it. there were intervals where he would find himself entangled with strangers back to back, until another’s warmth became too much to bear and he’d dial it down. when the loneliness and the cold crept up again, he’d be right back at the start of the cycle. so upon the first few weeks of their arrangement, he doesn’t find it strange when he turns down late night messages from other’s interested in his company with subconscious hopes that she’d give him the green light to stop by. reasons with himself that he’s just dialing back, that he’ll cut her off too just like the others— until he doesn’t and she’s the only one he wants to reach for. it’s ridiculous, he thinks, that someone like him could wish for something more out of this relationship with someone like her. not that he’d let her know of all of this, confession buried deep & unmoving within his chest. “ i don’t. not today, at least. “ feels the need to tag on the last bit in attempt to distance himself from her. “ i’m sure you’ve got things to do too. don’t wanna drag out my stay if i’m no longer needed, right ? “

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💥

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catch me in ur bathroom drinkin out the faucet cuz I’m too embarassed to ask ur mom where the cups are

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soleilsoie :

              ♡         🦢         ࿓         elders   only   in   proximity   for   split   seconds   of   livelihood   ,   asses   their   son   from   a   distance   in   empty   theater   seats   as   he   put   on   a   show   to   their   liking   with   not   even   a   hug   as   their   parting   gift   .   knew   there   wasn't   much   to   become   worrisome   over   with   lack   of   emotional   depth   parents   possessed   .      ❛      oh   ,   they’ve   insured   my   hands   already   .   think   the   moment   i   touched   a   key   my   life   was   cut   out   for   me   .      ❜      lineage   of   established   musicians   leaving   no   room   to   venture   in   any   other   field   of   work   .      ❛      just   say   i   went   extra   hard   on   a   punching   bag   .   besides   ,   your   bad   luck   is   my   bad   luck   now   .   thats   what   happens   when   you   leave   your   mark   on   me   .      ❜      displays   discolored   fists   once   more   ,   was   as   if   there   was   no   tearing   pianist   away   from   him   now   ,   not   ever   .   tints   blossoming   on   knuckles   not   the   only   mark   counter   had   left   on   him   ,   beating   vessel   only   picking   up   pace   at   mischievous   grin   that   casts   upon   tender   pair   .      ❛      think   i’ve   grown   use   to   you   being   a   douche   ,   to   be   honest   .   think   part   of   me   likes   it   too   .   even   though   ,   you’re   right   ,   i   definitely   dont   deserve   that…      ❜      minor   pout   adorns   features   before   melodious   chuckle   parts   petals   ,   palm   resting   at   side   purposely   brushing   that   of   his   own   ,   fingers   ghosting   one   another   almost   begging   to   hold   his   hand   entirely   .   knew   with   pairing   being   out   in   public   ,   despite   moon   that   begins   to   hang   above   ,   there   was   no   chance   of   doing   more   .   had   accepted   such   fate   and   understood   where   pairing   remained   but   in   moments   like   these   desiring   nothing   more   than   to   lay   chaste   kiss   upon   supple   brims   for   own   mere   pleasure   .      ❛      you   should   come   over   .   tell   your   parents   your   studying   late   on   campus   or   something…   just   stay   with   me   a   couple   hours   more   .      ❜   

wow. it’s moments like these when he thinks to himself how similar they are, despite vast differences. from families who placed the weight of the world on their shoulders, how leo’s managed to escape the mold cut out for him yet rowan’s become the golden boy he seemed destined to be. if he’d gone down the path his parents desired, perhaps he could have been someone of the other’s caliber — someone who could belong in his world. can’t help himself from imagining what the other would be doing if he chose to do what he wanted ( or was piano what he wanted too ? ), would he be any different ? “ fuck, you’re so corny. “ he mumbles with a shake of his head, a hint of a smile curling on his lips. won’t share out loud ( can’t quite find the courage to ) but finds the other to be awfully endearing. has never been one for flirty advances, cringing at the attention when given however the other had a charm & a way with words that made him feel like jello. “ mmm, kinda like it, huh ? maybe i’ll have to backtrack on the apology then. “ no matter how many times they touched, he could never get used to the sensation — like blood rushing to his head, dizzying and warm. despite the slight dissatisfaction he feels from not being able to interlace fingers, he settles for what they can get. “ oh. sure, yeah i can come over. just, uh, give me a sec to let them know. “ hands fumble in the pockets of his jacket, slipping out his phone as he turns away from the other. screen is cracked from his fall and while any other time he’d be upset, the present feeling of being on cloud nine overrides it. he sends out a text to his mom that he’s stuck working on a project in the library until late, and when she replies with a smiley & thumbs up emoji, eyes brighten with excitement. “ alright, i’m all good and set. “ he announces as he turns back to face rowan, with twinkling eyes, reaching to tug his jacket. “ let’s gooo ! “

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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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soleilsoie :

              ♡         🦢         ࿓         never   entertained   brawling   ,   let   alone   in   broad   daylight   amongst   student   body   who   garnered   affections   for   famed   painist   .   phalanges   but   his   prized   possession   when   it   came   to   producing   melodious   tunes   on   white   piano   keys   ,   could   do   nothing   to   jeopardize   such   gifts   ,   with   a   few   exceptions   he   suppose   .   if   it   were   anyone   else   he   was   as   close   to   as   he   was   with   leo   ,   would   enact   same   actions   taken   with   male   who   was   seemingly   caught   in   some   quarrel   ,   didnt   think   twice   when   it   came   to   those   he   cared   for   ,   no   matter   how   difficult   to   pronounce   such   feelings   for   male   .      ❛      they’re   fine   .      ❜      hues   following   train   of   sight   that   ley   behold   bloodied   knuckles   ,   liquid   scintillating   underneath   street   lamps   that   light   their   passage   .      ❛      nothing   broken   ,   i   think   …   just   a   little   bruised   .   i’ll   be   fine   ,   i’ll   just   tell   my   parents   i   went   to   hard   at   the   gym   or   some   shit   .      ❜      slight   chuckle   escapes   untouched   plump   petals   ,   palms   shifting   from   before   chest   to   cup   others   cheek   ,   thumb   swiping   at   males   lesser   brim   where   dry   blood   permeates   .      ❛      dont   know   what   excuse   you   can   make   for   that   though…      ❜      chest   falling   heavily   with   sigh   that   follows   syllables   at   such   dismayed   sight   .      ❛      say   you   tripped   on   your   untied   shoe   laces   or   something   ,   that   doesn't   sound   too   far   fetched   for   you   .      ❜      beam   cascades   upon   features   in   attempt   to   soften   every   blow   that   had   been   figuratively   and   literally   landed   today   for   pairing   .      ❛      i   could   use   that   thank   you   now   .      ❜

a light breath of relief is exhaled, accompanied by a slow nod though guilt remains settled on his shoulders. someone so promising & adored shouldn’t be caught up with him ; can only silently hope the other’s parents won’t give him a hard time. “ uh, they’d think you have issues. don’t musicians get their body parts insured ? you need that for your hands, or maybe stop hanging around me — i’ve got bad luck for days. “ body freezes at the touch, eyes wide and heart skipping a beat despite himself. widened eyes will roll, fist gently punching against the other’s chest. “ ha ha ha. keep taking digs at me, just you wait. “ only an innocent threat, small mischievous grin displayed on tender lips. “ don’t sweat it, my dad’ll probably think it’s tough.  maybe i’ll even tell him he should see the other guy. “ positive he hadn’t landed enough blows for that statement to be true, but who would state otherwise ? with pair in close proximity, mind briefly wonders what would happen if he leaned in to plant a peck upon delicate cheekbone to convey his appreciation, though the idea alone makes him feel insane. can’t quite believe what he’s even thinking, embarrassment enough to wish for the ground to swallow him whole. gaze lowers as cheeks flush, wave of shyness overcoming him, and oddly enough, he’s grateful for the blossoming bruise that shields him. “ thanks for helping me out back there, uh — it was really cool of you. “ tone is soft, words sincere despite use of filler. cue him clearing his throat before eyes meet rowan’s. “ i was a total douche earlier, you didn’t deserve that. “

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what color does your love feel like ? 

warm burnt orange - jamie & mak

Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

dark stormy blue - leo

Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

soft fresh green - jun

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

cold stark gold - nico

Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. It's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. Fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. And that's the feeling isn't it? Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? To be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. Your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

deep staining red - charlie

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you. 

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