#I feel you inside of my bones

[iwantmygun]

I’m tired of the weight of you. The things I carry because of you. The things I can never enjoy again and the things I love because of you. I’m tired of your ghost. The way it follows me around, the way it haunts my dreams. Why can’t you be as you are in my sleep? So blissful and serene. But sometimes the truth seeps through those memories and you swallow me. I don’t consider horror movies scary anymore, because I know that the worst monsters wear human skin. The most terrifying creatures on this earth—are people. How could someone so beautiful, cosmic, a gravitational force grow and bloom love in my veins only then to turn around and salt and poison all the flora that remained? I don’t know you. I can’t see you. You’re too far away to send electricity through my brain, yet here I am being touched by you. Here I am in the same white dress I wore to court, dancing in it on your birthday trying and succeeding in not thinking of you. I hope you see me glowing and spinning around in your sleep. I hope you feel me “forgetting” you. As if I ever could. I see your birthdate everywhere. I hear your name in people and in songs. I skip music that reminds me of you because I don’t want to be swept away by you again. For the millionth time. The other day adrenaline coursed through my body before I could stop it because I saw a pair of eyes, nose and a freckle and for one splinter of a second I thought it was you. I have to stay present. I have to remind myself of the colorful and vibrant life I have now that you’re gone, because it’s so easy to be drawn back into the kaleidoscope that is being with you.

[uncreativebean]

Sometimes I remember that Asra told us he loved us in the prologue and we immediately pass out so he has to reboot us so we don't go comatose and I Scream because can you imagine loving someone so much and being their caretaker and you sold half your heart for them and you just have to sit idly by with your feelings?? I'd go BALLISTIC!! And you could just not choose him??? Wild!!

[whumpypepsigal]

Slowly, his limp pronounced but his back straight, Kaz made his way down the final flight of stairs, leaning heavily on the banister. When he reached the bottom, the remaining crowd parted.

Haskell’s grizzled face was red with fear and indignation. “You’ll never last, boy. Takes more than what you got to get past Pekka Rollins.”

Kaz snatched his cane from Per Haskell’s hand.

“You have two minutes to get out of my house, old man. This city’s price is blood,” said Kaz, “and I’m happy to pay with yours.

Excerpt From Crooked Kingdom, Leigh Bardugo

[cqssqndrq]

finally returning to naddpod after a long time apart only to IMMEDIATELY get smacked with sol bufo feelings… murph and caldwell you will pay for your treachery

[sleep-nurse]

uh. basically wtf is Wrong with her. like how did the Hima go from silly lil fella to Oh God (aka: i just need a short enough summary of the backstory where I can make lyrics about it i guess)

OHHHHHH HER GENERAL BACKSTORY? well. cracks knuckles

i've posted about it ages ago but here's a summary basically himawari was a girl who used to suffer from illnesses that mostly have to do with the digestive tract (just like me fr!!!!!!!!). her family wasn't the best at taking care of her either because her mom passed out when himawari was really young (like 2 years old) and her dad (miu akabara) is a busy scientist-doctor who works for a really long time. so she was hospitalised really often then one day at the age of 16 himawari died from gerd that progressed into esophageal cancer from too much acid exposure. the hospital akabara works in though works in a project that is aimed to transfer the memories & personality of a deceased person into a robot body who resembles them, which involves transferring their brain (if it hasn't been damaged yet). himawari was the first ''success'' of this project and is often nicknamed as ''the angel in a robot body'' because of this. i say ''success'' because himawari deals with the engine being fucky and that often leads to her being really distressed and sometimes it causes not so good incidents since himawari wanted to work as a nurse or a doctor ever since she was young, they decided that himawari was gonna be the mascot of the hospital and work in there as a nurse

[randomwriteronline]

“Almighty Sinnoh above, below and all around me.”

Palkia hears the human, although that is not their name; but when one can see all places all at once, it is easy to understand when their attention is called.

“I apologize for the intrusion. I come to pray to you.��

Palkia listens. They always do, when they are called: Parent allows it, and Parent has taught them to hear closely when called by what is much, much smaller, and much, much frailer.

“I pray for your guidance and your gaze upon me.”

Palkia listens. This human does not simply think his prayers like others do. This human murmurs beneath his breath, as his thoughts are far too loud.

“Please, I beg of you. I ask for a glimmer of clarity.”

Palkia is as shifting as the waters: in the same manner as liquids do, they coat all that their infinity can touch. It is a small infinity, compared to Parent’s - but it is vast and wide nonetheless.

“Please, I beg of you. I fear this is not where I want to be.”

Palkia can reach as far as the oceans expand, below and above the ground. But they are not Parent; they cannot know all.

“Please, I beg of you. Please. Lead me home. Please.”

Palkia could ask for their sibling to answer the human, as they certainly could help. But what then? Humans are much, much smaller, and much, much frailer. If Dialga answers them, will this one be shunned by their people?

“Please, I beg of you. Please, lead me home, please, please, please. I beg of you, please, lead me home. I beg of you. Please. Please. Please.”

Palkia cannot do so. They cannot help, for they must only listen, not lead. Humans make their own fortunes, Parent said, and intervening may turn quite dangerous for them, as they are much, much smaller, and much, much frailer.

“Please, I beg of you... Please... Please...”

Palkia rubs their muzzle on the human’s shoulder; that is how Parent comforted them, when they and their sibling were still expanding so soon after their births.

The small, frail thing will not know it is them: it will be a trickle of water melted out of some snow, seeping into the dark cloth they never part from, sending a shiver down their arm.

[reflections-of-mobius]

[This is probably from the thread several days ago by the time it posts (working on it right now as I type this) but, @rxbelling-hxrald - this song kinda had the vibes I was going for, plus, it just feels like Dan theme in that fight.]

[love-songs-for-emma]

i was on zillow today, fantasizing about being able to live somewhere, when i came across the listing for my childhood home. it wasn't active/being sold, but it was on there with some pics of the interior. and my GOD. THEY MADE HER UGLY. THEY TOOK HER RUSTIC PUSSY OUT. WHAT THE FUCK

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinkbing about. him

[rotisseries]

thoughts on cannibalism and/or blood drinking as symbolism for love? (including both healthy love and damaging/corrosive love)

OBSESSED with it to be quite honest it never gets old like it's the most intimate you can get with someone, to take a part of them into you fully and completely, but it's also an inherently selfish act to consume another to satiate your own hunger, feeding your most base and animalistic instinct with the flesh of a lover.... LIKEEEEEE. I fear cannibalism is a bit of a banger

[whatimdoing-here]

Boys are done with school with their half day Thursday. I'm working at their field day all day Wednesday. So I get today and tomorrow for my last quiet days before summer.

And T wipes out real bad on his bike on the way to school and was a half hour late.

[autoraton]

What's the best tv show. That exists. Inside the world.

hit fox procedural bones (2005) starring david boreanaz and emily deschanel

[aqent8]

they need to invent a place u go to where they actually fix you up and reset your issues so if you walk back out youre the healthiest u could be at that moment

[icewindandboringhorror]

Current temperature inside of my room right now in the middle of the night whilst about to go to sleep... villain origin story...

[hexjulia]

that creature makes me so so uncomfortable, this is great

[scraebble]

Technical Rehearsal

You know, sir, there are bones in my body that are yet to have names. Terrifying elevators, pulling me up.

I am all of this, ballooned. Rooms filled up with furniture that is not my own, rented out to cherry trees.

Together we are plays that will go wrong. Sir, I am uncertain in the seasick theatre, counting all of my rooms.

I am a house, sir. A picture of a house. I am a house, sir. A house with birds.

by Jen Campbell