#love your prose!

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: and is this not treason? / my soul belongs far more to you than it does to me.]

[sleepwalkersqueen]

NEW FEAR OF YOU CONTENT AHH

Not even written by me! @dahvampire wrote an entire fanfiction for Fear of you, check it out!! <3

Pretty much this dynamic:

[thoughtkick]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[lucidloving]

End Of The World—A Great Big World // Homer, The Iliad // As the World Caves In—Matt Maltese // Reverse 1999 from Bluepoch Games // End Of The World—A Great Big World // David O. Selznick, Gone with the Wind (adaptated from Margaret Mitchell's novel) // Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife // Joy Harjo, "Perhaps the World Ends Here" // Skyfall—Adele // King and Lionheart—Of Monsters and Men

[perfectfeelings]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[rosarysgarden]

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: your clavicle is touching mine and / i am holy because of it.]

[usefulquotes7]

You become what you surround yourself with. Energies are contagious. Choose carefully. Your environment will become you. Unknown

[thepersonalwords]

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

Ranata Suzuki

[stay-close]

If I can’t have you I’ll walk this life alone.

Sam Smith - Leave Your Lover

[xmiss-imperfect]

"On my silent days I miss you a little louder"

[thepathetickind]

is it ok that my birthday wish is still your happiness?

by laurenmaerie, another birthday

[starflungwaddledee]

Bandee and Starstruck 🎀💖

starting off my february starstruck dee ship-a-ganza with the big one. they do seem like... the obvious answer, huh...?

they have far and away the most development together and the strongest personal relationship, both in what i've posted, and in her story overall! would kill or die for each other in a heartbeat. i would be absolutely lying if i said i'd never thought about it, but i'm not 100% convinced my thoughts lead me to romance specifically...

they're already pretty insane about each other! starstruck in particular is madly in love with bandee in every way it's possible to be. loves him the way he loves kirby, i think (pretty sure he does not know this. might be shocked to learn it.)

however she's daft as bricks, so he'd have to initiate, and i can't really imagine anything in their relationship would change.... so he'd have to mostly want The Title or the Performance one way or another, and i'm not super sure he would!

[crybaby-bkg]

he’s pale, is the first thing you notice about Choso. his skin, alabaster and soft, is cold with the barely there flick of his fingers. he thumbs at your cheek first, pressing the pad into your flesh until his print will forever be marred into your skin.

his eyes are dark, almost plum in color. they’re hooded, low, but they take in everything around him. his gaze is predator sharp, zeroing in on the beating thumps in your neck, that one vein that forks down your jugular. his eyes catch sight of the little hiccuped breath you take, how your own roll into your head when he noses along your temples.

his mouth is ice cold where it hovers over you, tense and teasing, not yet, not quite, biting. his fangs are long, thin, needle like points that scrape the top layer of your flesh. you hiss when a tiny droplet of blood escapes the confines of your skin, sigh when he kisses it away.

he pulls back with a pale mouth, dotted in your crimson. it’s not enough to messy him the same way it would when he drank from you, but the sight makes you lightheaded nonetheless. he licks his lips once, twice, eyes fluttering at the taste of you on his tongue.

and he sinks his teeth in, the act erotic, all encompassing, unnerving, and yet fulfilling. it stings, but he holds you so close, that you think that maybe, you’ll be able to transfer your warmth back to him. that maybe if he drinks enough of you, you’ll be able to feel his heart beat once more. that maybe if devours you, it’ll be the ultimate act of love; to let him eat away at your being until he becomes full, again.

[thoughtkick]

Upon my arrival, I either learned to swim or drowned.

Life In Your Way, Salty Grave