not rainworld talk
WHAT IF, hear me out, i hit you with a sock filled with stones, and then 2 years later hit you with a airsoft gun detachable barrel which one would hurt you more?
if you said the barrel your SOO wrong! cause i never specified what type, size and material of the rocks you BAFOON, I NEVER SPECIFIED WHAT TYPE OF SIZED SOCK I MASHED YOUR HEAD IN WITH! I COULDVE HID A BOULDER IN IT, but a high quality barrel of a toy gun will probably not let you outa the house for a bit.
either way please keep an eye out your closest window to you when you read this.
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After MidnighTS
A poem by @pegacorn1989 - inspired by @taylorswift ‘s Midnights text
I’ll paint my midnights
In forbidden feelings
Wish I could climb out of made up cages
Wish I could make them play by my rules
Thirteen minutes after midnight
Thirty-one days of summer gone
Wish I would have met myself unmasked
Wish I would have let myself be true
I lie awake
Scared to look at my own heart
Hoping my fingers can pull out all the tangled up love
I untangle and untangle my heartstrings
Until I am in the middle of a mess
Of golden thread on the floor
Every breath I take feels life altering
I lie awake
In love with my own messes
If these walls could talk
They’d tell the story of fire
The blazing sun before the morning
A candle burning shadows into the stars
A girl who breathes flames each time she talks
I lie awake
I try to burn my demons alive
They come back stronger
And turn into winged beasts
How to tame a dragon?
With fire and kindness.
Wish they could climb out of made up cages
Wish I stopped believing in yesterday’s rules
I lie awake
Fluttering faeries to light up the dark
Do I lie to myself or just to my heart?
My winged wishes can’t lie
If these walls could talk
They’d spill all of my secrets.
Wish I could climb out of my heart
Wish I could catch you with my heart
I lie awake
In love with my terrors
And scared of my sweet dreams
I twist and turn until my love’s tangled up
And I am strangled by own gold
Caught up in my own Midas touch.
Dionysos’ kiss still on my lips
Drunk on the midnight moon
I sacrifice my heart’s on blood
For magic
To spin straw into gold.
I lie awake
The faeries’ song my lullaby
Up and up and up and up
Until my heartbeat’s just an echo
A shadow cast by flames long gone.
Wish I could set the world on fire
Wish they would climb into my heart for shelter.
I’ll wrap my darkest midnights
Into golden thread
Empty heart and burning lanterns
I write letters addressed to myself.
I burn every single one of them into ash and dust.
I hope you wait for me, at our old spot
Where the faeries dance, by the gold clock
Where the trees turn into monsters
Where the butterflies burn to dust
Where the merry go still turns
Where the night is struck with wonders
Where the angels mend time with tears
Where the heavens are a million mosaics
Where the shiniest summers bleed out
Where the end precedes the beginning
Where the stars know everything and nothing
Where the waters anticipate the winds
Where the dead don’t stay dead
Where the legends meets the myths
In our faith forgotten land
Thirteen days and thirteen more
Until I exile you forever
But before I leave
I hope you’ll meet me at midnight.
(shoutout to @eva-mei-10 and @corneliacat for the GIFs)
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