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If I am

What survives   I am here but I am not

Much of anything at all   To be what’s left

And all the rest scooped out

And dropped into the sea

— Camille Rankine, from “Inheritance,” published in Poem-a-Day

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[ ID. ] @cecaelian​ ; cecaelian​

it’s a tease, she’s a tease. to brush her lips so close to his that they’re barely touching, the mere impression of her lips on the air above him, and to expect him not to dive right in. that would be a wonder, wouldn’t it? there’s something satisfying about it, watching any semblance of control he might have had crumbling as he stares deep into her eyes with the hunger of an entire army waiting to be fed. and she knows she could feed him easily, it would be easy to simply take the knife away and kiss him, but she doesn’t. she waits- gaze flickering to his neck as blood beads from beneath the blade. his yielding and his surging forwards happen almost in the same breath, she barely has time to move the knife before his lips are on hers, hungry. but she does. she makes sure it’s not in danger of being crushed between them, instead placed under her hand against the wood of the deck. “ that’s my boy, ” she purrs against his lips, teeth biting down on his lower one, another tease. “ what’s my name? ” it’s easy as breathing. she wants to hear it, wants to hear him say it. 

the hunger was insatiable. deep and as treacherous as the sea. he wanted to swallow her whole, hold her behind his ribs, in the hollow of his chest, devoured. the need was always there, just below the surface like a current but now it raged with a sudden intensity that he barely felt like a person at all. only a vessel for how much he wanted her. her eyes on him, her lips on him, the call of her voice around the utterance of any word so long as it was spoken to him. harry kissed her with that hunger. his tongue sweeping against hers moments before she pulled back just enough to speak and harry bared his teeth in a sigh when she bit down against his lower lip.

something in his chest threatened to tremble in response to her purr. his hands dragged up her thighs to find purchase over her hips. ❝ uma. ❞ her name dripped from his lips. red, intense, disturbed. harry always said her name like it meant more than just her name, and he would say it every way she would ever want it said. he kissed her again. tongue pushing past her lips to taste her.

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“Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”

— Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights

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With my black love I have sullied the sun…

Osip Mandelstam, from “How the splendour of these veils” (tr. by James Greene)

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we love you

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thomas doherty killing me softly with those blue eyes 😍

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we eat each other’s, words, hearts, what’s the difference?

Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986, ‘Two-Headed Poems’ by Margaret Atwood (via decreation)

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❛                        𝐀𝐓    𝐌𝐘    𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓,            the    𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊-𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖉    daises    display    the    small    suns    of    their    center-piece—        their,    if    you    do    not    mind    me    saying    so        —their    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.                        ❜

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Can we please normalize killing 🥺 and maiming 😭😭😭 it's my coping mechanism and it really hurts to see people hating on it.. 💔💔💔

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Would it be all right? Would it be all right to go ahead and feel?

Beloved, Toni Morrison (via decreation)

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Elite, 2x07 - “84 horas desaparecido”

requested by anon

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omg this is a beautiful version of the murder squash some from raven cycle and i can’t-

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From the sea’s floor my heart sets sail. My eyes remember oceans.

Adonis, from The Crow’s Feather: I (tr. by Samuel Hazo)

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