#the heart it yearns

[feral-ballad]

Amy Lowell, from A dome of many-coloured glass; “Before the Altar”

[Text ID: “I pour my heart and watch it burn,”]

[elainiisms]

going insane over the prospect of casual intimacy. like taking a bath together and sitting in between their legs while they wash your hair, press soft kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulders. just leaning your head back into the crook of their neck and relaxing as they hold you and trace lines across your skin.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart? bury me.

[text id: how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn, a souvenir, something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less. / there's a sun-sized ache where your hands used to be. / and now that your place is empty, the blood in my heart pumps around nothing. / nothing. / nothing at all. / senseless circulation. / what am i to live for when i have made my body my casket? / where am i to go from here? / and i always knew longing had another name she wouldn't let me call her by — it's hunger. / my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach. / it's the things you learn in your childhood, from the words of your mother, from the hands of your father. / if your teeth do not graze my bones, i do not wish for you to kiss me. / how have i turned gentle love into such devastation? / such greediness? / i carry a coffin for a heart; everything i love must be buried. / plant your garden in the cracks of my skin—mud, gravel, everything. let my blood be water to cater to your needs. / terrible, terrible human, thinks barbarity and love are words of the same meaning. / a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him. / and, my dear, i wouldn't ask you to fold me in the pages of your favorite book, just the embedment of fingers between my ribs. / how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / GET CLOSER.]

[calciumyum]

Drawing this before the finale!! He deserves to be creepy I think

[valtsv]

i think there's something so beautiful about being able to recognize someone by their handwriting. that you can see the distinctive shapes and patterns of someone's pen and know exactly who wrote them. that something as simple as words that anyone can use can be personalized and conjure to life the image of someone you love.

[daisies-on-a-cup]

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami //@danielcalmdown//So What's Wrong?, What Love Comes To, by Ruth Stone//dog thoughts, Anna Haifisch (@/anna_haifisch on twitter)//love without witnesses, by s.s. @pendulum-north//Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner//eclipse, 2013, @wiktorjackowski//Secondo, Hannibal 3x3//Gift, by Melissa Houpert//Ghismonda with the heart of Guiscardo (Detail), Bernardino Mei//Oculus, Sally Wen Mao

[inthedarktrees]

Sherilyn Fenn & Kyle MacLachlan | Twin Peaks

[ruinme-please]

Double smooch for Ivy

Live in Anaheim Oct 5th '23 (x)

[mblue-art]

and then we unceremoniously get shoved into a closet for 7 mins after the game (😳)

(based on this)

[angelst4t]

rolling around giggling kicking my legs good lord i am gay

[figureskatingpenguin]

Shoma Uno & Stephane Lambiel: Fall On Me | Friends on Ice 2024

thanking both shoma and stephane for this very lovely program 💙

[crowlixcx]

I'm being completely serious when I say I think about 'you like waiting inside' at least once a day. it's so soft. it's candyfloss, it's a down feather duvet, it's a freshly groomed labrador. How many times has Aziraphale acknowledged that? How many times has he been faffing about with something outside the bookshop whilst Crowley moans impatiently, holding the door open and grumbling 'any time today, angel'. Has Aziraphale ever got caught in conversation with a neighbour whilst Crowley stares daggers into their back with increasing frustration, until Aziraphale notices and shoos him away with 'you head in, I'll be two shakes of a lamb's tail'. Does Crowley put the kettle on whilst he waits for Aziraphale to stop dithering? Will I ever know peace

[thewaitingluna]

I loved you in the purest forms, only for you to hurt me in the cruelest ways.

[lookin-reproachfully]

Twice-over, Ame has essentially paid Mirara a kindness.

As a child, she gave her an earnest compliment and unprejudiced service (Straight up gave her the kitty mug to boot)

Now as a young woman, she let her off the hook by preventing the vote from coming into pass in the first place (Ame could've been petty or spiteful, but she unveiled the double conspiracy against Mirara as saved basically everyone in the coven)

Even when Grandma Wren argued against her, she never really bullied her with the other witches (they were curt in their meeting, but Wren treated her as an opposed equal)

Now, Mirara has a decision to make, does she stick with the old guard that don't really care about her as either a witch or a person? Or does she take the hand once more of the little girl that told her of all people that her dress and mask were pretty?

I wonder if underneath the skulker facade and overall stress from the situation, she genuinely considered taking Ame for herself when she rapid-fired questions at her with unadulterated wonder and curiosity.

Her crow must also be lonely, it is a very social animal, after all

(Lullabies, too, fall under the domain of night)

[dotted-clouds]

more stupid shit

[wellofdean]

Here's what sticks in my craw: why ON EARTH does fanon imagine that Cas has 'self-esteem issues' and experiences his love for Dean as a wet, miserable kind of yearning? What is it about any part of anything that happens on Supernatural makes anyone think that Cas, a cosmic, Eldritch being, a warrior of god, who literally hung the stars and has existed for a bazillion years, is reduced to teenage angst by Dean's pussy?

Like, when Cas says "the one thing I want I know I can't have" why do y'all think it's a piece of Dean's ass? Why does ANYONE think Cas doesn't know Dean loves him? Dean has shown Cas he loves him with literally everything he has again and again and again. Even the way Dean feels like Cas can absorb his anger is Dean showing Cas love and trust. Cas and Dean have chosen each other, forgiven each other, and been the only reliable thing in each others' lives over, and over and over again. Cas fucking knows that Dean loves him. Cas can literally hear Dean's thoughts, and feel his yearning. Cas was only saying the quiet part out loud when he said he loved Dean, because it was already obvious! If there was anyone feeling wet and lovesick, it would be DEAN, if he ever had a break in the battle to fucking feel things, which he did not.

Like, hear me out: what if the one thing Cas knows he can't have is the one thing he knows he signed over to the empty? His happiness, and by extension, Dean's, because he knows Dean loves him? What if Cas is saying: I know I can't have this thing I want for myself: to be the one to MAKE YOU HAPPY, but I can save you, and maybe Cas's belief in Dean is such that he still hopes and believes Dean will find a way to make himself happy if he lives.

After Cas's death, Dean is trying to live for him. Trying to be what Cas believed he was. It's what CANONICALLY gives Dean the strength to defeat Chuck by not killing him! And, after Dean's death, he CANONICALLY goes in search of happy endings. Like... THAT IS EXPLICITLY STATED.

I AM HAVING AN ALL CAPS MOMENT, SO SUE ME.

Guys, Cas is not a wet, yearning baby who needs Dean to say or do ANYTHING to validate his love. HE KNOWS. He is a being of unimaginable age and power. He is not beleaguered by self-esteem issues, or the need to tongue-wrestle Dean. Like, he might WANT TO, but he CANONICALLY does not need to in order to experience a happiness so complete that it puts paid to his deal. His happiness is THAT NOW DEAN ALSO KNOWS, and he can tell Dean why, and show him who he is in the mirror of that love.

Also, he is not dead, he is just on another plane of existence, and neither is Dean. Cas is a profoundly unselfish badass. He is not fucking PINING. He made a play, the best one he had. He is a strategist, and he knows Dean BY HEART.