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‘    now   ,        in    the     midst     of    my    own    struggles   ,        i    often    compare     myself     to    the    vastness    of    the    ocean   ,        the     MURKINESS     of    the    sea  .        i    think    of    how     far     down    i    am    sometimes    and    it    terrifies    me   .        i    have    fought    my    way    to    the    shore    and     away     from    the    life    i    was    once    drowning    in   ,         BUT     there’s    still    an    aching    in    my    chest    for    the     meaning     to     it    all  .        tears    flow    and    i     can’t     hold    them    back    any    longer  .        they    flow    into    a     sea     of    all    i’ve    been    longing    for  .          i     TAKE     a    breath    and    close    my    eyes    and    go     back     in    time  .        my    thoughts    are    like    a    storm   ,        a     HURRICANE     even  .        i    cling    to    the    shore   ,        to    the     solid     ground    i’ve    found  .        i    pray    i    don’t    get    swept     AWAY     in    all    that    i    know  .        i’ve    been    restless    for    quite     some     time    now   ,        like    i    said    before    it’s    like     there    are    waves    always    breaking     somewhere     inside    of    me   .    ‘

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spookremade            ›            unknown  .

                   TONGUE  RUNS  OVER  HER  TEETH    as she watches the other girl carefully,  a single eyebrow raising slowly.  she grabs the camera out of the brunette’s hands,  T H R O W I N G it against the wall,  watching it shatter into several pieces.  ❝  taking photos of a woman without her CONSENT  ?  ❞  she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a condescending TSK.  ❝  naughty,  naughty.  you’ll get caughty.  ❞    //    @warmpoet    //    liked for red canary.

RIGHTEOUS    INDIGNATION    TRAPPED    WORDS                in    her    throat  .        fierce    as    she    was    when    ill    -    tempered            (        her    mother’s     daughter    ;        a    father’s    patience    stilled    the     flames         )            éliane    did    nothing    but    glare    at    the     blonde    ,        a    few    french    profanities    slipping    between     gritted     teeth  .        her    most    prized    possession     in     pieces    upon    the    ground  .            ❝        you    had    no     right     to    do    that   ,        that’s    mine   !         who     the    fuck    are    you   ?        ❞            a    side    -    step   ,         there     was    no    saving    the    camera   ,        she     moved     to    duck    past    the    imposing    woman  .

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iM    back  .        but    only    lowkey  .        only    keeping    a    few    threads    until    im    ready    to    do    new    starters  .        éliane    is    still    my    secondary    muse    at    the    moment  .

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thecommonchick :

date someone that makes you roll your eyes and smile right after

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‘    now   ,        in    the     midst     of    my    own    struggles   ,        i    often    compare     myself     to    the    vastness    of    the    ocean   ,        the     MURKINESS     of    the    sea  .        i    think    of    how     far     down    i    am    sometimes    and    it    terrifies    me   .        i    have    fought    my    way    to    the    shore    and     away     from    the    life    i    was    once    drowning    in   ,         BUT     there’s    still    an    aching    in    my    chest    for    the     meaning     to     it    all  .        tears    flow    and    i     can’t     hold    them    back    any    longer  .        they    flow    into    a     sea     of    all    i’ve    been    longing    for  .          i     TAKE     a    breath    and    close    my    eyes    and    go     back     in    time  .        my    thoughts    are    like    a    storm   ,        a     HURRICANE     even  .        i    cling    to    the    shore   ,        to    the     solid     ground    i’ve    found  .        i    pray    i    don’t    get    swept     AWAY     in    all    that    i    know  .        i’ve    been    restless    for    quite     some     time    now   ,        like    i    said    before    it’s    like     there    are    waves    always    breaking     somewhere     inside    of    me   .    ‘

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ill be back on éli this weekend ! i've been elsewhere but i've got plenty of drafts to work on so ill be back soon !!

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gardenof          ›          eden .

       “    i hope you liked the show !   truly , it’s one of my favourites to perform , so i hope that it met all your expectations. “

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ÉLIANE    HATED    TO    CONFESS    SHE                 knew    so    little    about    the    original    standard  ,       but    as    an    artist    she    had    indeed    been    brought    near    to     tears     at    such    a    triumph .          ❝      oh  ,      you    are     so     talented  !      what    tremendous    work .      how     often     you    must    practise   !      how    long    have    you     been     performing   ?      ❞

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bratpills:

i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest

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slides u a 20 to ship w me

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asperad          ›          stella .

a  singular  brow  arches, a  hint  of  amusement  starting  to  wash  across  her  face.        ❛    i  live  around  here.    ❜        she’s  not  one  to  disclose  information  about  her  personal  life   —   but  the  woman  before  her  was  harmless,  and  although  she  lived  close  by   —   it’d  be  hard  to  tell  where  it  is  stella  lived.        ❛    so,  what  are  you  doing  out  here?    seems  a  little  out  of  your  way  if  you  don’t  mind  me  saying.    ❜

IT    APPEARED    SHE    INCITED    LITTLE                  besides    amusement    from    the    other    woman .      half  -  concentrating  ,      a   gentle    nod    to    express    her    comprehension    but    the    question    made    her    visibly    stiffen .          ❝      i  ,      i    like    to    avoid    my    neighbourhood    in    the    daytime  ,      the    evenings    too    if    i    can    manage    it .      ❞          a    childish    confession  ;      her    cheeks    flushed    pink .      the    man    whose    bruises    still    faded    upon    her    ribcage  ,      her    wrists  ,      a    traumatic    break    up    that    would    require    a    permanent    move          --          when    she    could    afford    it .

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rosewit          ›          rose .

❝     I  WOULDN’T  LET  YA  GET  HURT  IN  THE  FIRST  PLACE  .     ❞                 snarling   ,   snapping  girl   !            a  victim  of  circumstance  and  a  short  wick  temper   .         she  retracts  her  hand            ,           keep  it  HIDDEN  AWAY    !            they  had  it  coming   ,   they  had  it  coming  ,   they  –––––        a  clipped  sigh  escapes  her   ,     impatient  .             ❝     look     ,     s’not    –––––     s’not  a  big  thing   ,    a’ight  ?              jus’  a  bad  night   .     ❞

ROLLED    HUES    OF    WARM    BROWN .               never    rising    to    the    other’s    temper  ,      éliane    kept    her    centre    steady .         ❝      you    cannot    prevent    me    from    getting    hurt  ,      ma    chérie .      you    must    know    that .      ❞          tone    low  ,      earnest .      it    was    important    rose    knew    that .          ❝      and    if    someone    were    to    have    hurt    me  ,      you    would    want    to    know  ,      as    i    do   now .      if    it    is    not    a    big    thing    then    please    tell    me          --          at    least    let    me    clean    it   ?      ❞

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gatekeepcr          ›          apologetic .

  ❛  i wanted to say sorry. i shouldn’t have interfered with things around here.  ❜    @warmpoet

SO    RARE    IT    WAS    THAT    ANNOYANCE           sat    heavy    in    her    gut  ,      a    knot    of     anxiety     swallowed    from    a    tightened    throat  ,      that    éliane    knew     not     what    to    do    in    response .          ❝      oh  ,      it’s     nothing  .      ❞          lightly    dismissive  ,      shrugged    shoulders .      french    lilt    more    pronounced    as    she    smiled .       forgiveness     came    from    her    father’s    side .          ❝      i    try    not    to     hold     grudges   ;      they    gain    so    little  ,      no  ?      if     you     too    can    forgive    my    lost    temper  ?      ❞

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       Eggsy, I saw in you what someone once saw in me. Something that can’t be taught: the makings of a Kingsman. Being a Kingsman is more than the clothing we wear or the weapons we bear. It’s about being willing to sacrifice for the greater good.     I hope you’re ready for what comes next.             written by nadine, insp.

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NIGHT SKY WITH EXIT WOUNDS SENTENCE STARTERS.

all text taken from the poetry book night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong.

‘  in the body, where everything has a price, i was a beggar.  ‘

‘  he was singing, which is why i remember it. his voice — it filled me to the core like a skeleton.  ‘

‘  even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.  ‘

‘  it is all i remember.  ‘

‘  i was alive. i didn’t know there was a better reason.  ‘

‘  i lost it all with my eyes wide open.  ‘

‘  do you know who i am?  ‘

‘  how easily a boy in a dress the red of shut eyes vanishes beneath the sound of his own galloping.  ‘

‘  i’m dreaming of a curtain of snow falling from her shoulders.  ‘

‘  snow scraping against the window. snow shredded with gunfire. red sky.  ‘

‘  show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones.  ‘

‘  let every river envy our mouths. let every kiss hit the body like a season.  ‘

‘  if you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once.  ‘

‘  if we make it to shore, i will name our son after this water. i will learn to love a monster.  ‘

‘  he laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him.  ‘

‘  hey! you didn’t have to go this far. why did you go so far?  ‘

‘  sometimes i feel like an ampersand.  ‘

‘  everyone can forget us — as long as you remember.  ‘

‘  i hold the gun & wonder if an entry wound in the night would make a hole as wide as morning.  ‘

‘  there’s a lighthouse. some nights you are the lighthouse, some nights the sea.  ‘

‘  what this means is that i don’t know desire other than the need to be shattered & rebuilt.  ‘

‘  even tomorrow you will have today.  ‘

‘  you’ll never forget yourself the way god forgets his hands.  ‘

‘  the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting.  ‘

‘  my mother said i could be anything i wanted — but i chose to live.  ‘

‘  i am ready to be every animal you leave behind.  ‘

‘  and this is how we loved: a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers though my hair — my hair a wildfire.  ‘

‘  when our lips touched the day closed into a coffin.  ‘

‘  the year is a distance we’ve traveled in circles.  ‘

‘  we made it, baby. we’re riding in the back of the black limousine.  ‘

‘  i love my country. i pretend nothing is wrong.  ‘

‘  i’m holding your still-hot thoughts in, darling, my sweet, sweet ___.  ‘

‘  you want to tell him it’s okay that the night is also a grave we climb out of.  ‘

‘  you say thank you thank you thank you because you haven’t learned the purpose of forgive me.  ‘

‘  you’re so quiet you’re almost tomorrow.  ‘

‘  to love another man — is to leave no one behind to forgive me. i want to leave no one behind.  ‘

‘  even though he’s gone, i still want to be clean.  ‘

‘  if only the rain were gasoline, your tongue a lit match, & you can change without disappearing.  ‘

‘  he dies each night you close your eyes & hear his slow exhale.  ‘

‘  wait, i have something to say.  ‘

‘  as if my finger, tracing your collarbone behind closed doors, was enough to erase myself.  ‘

‘  to forget we built this house knowing it won’t last.  ‘

‘  it’s funny. i always knew i’d be warmest beside by man.  ‘

‘  don’t laugh. just tell me the story again.  ‘

‘  speak — until your voice is nothing but the crackle of charred bones.  ‘

‘  look how happy we are to be no one & still american.  ‘

‘  i’ll tell you how we’re wrong enough to be forgiven/  ‘

‘  say you’d kill for it.  ‘

‘  don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?  ‘

‘  silly me. i thought love was real and the body imaginary.  ‘

‘  i said yes because you asked me to stay.  ‘

‘  there is so much i want to tell you. how my greatest accolade was to walk across the brooklyn bridge & not think of flight.  ‘

‘  you will always remember what you were doing when it hurts the most.  ‘

‘  dearest father, forgive me for i have seen.  ‘

‘  once, i fell in love during a slow-motion car crash.  ‘

‘  i wrote a better hour onto the page & watched the fire take it back.  ‘

‘  this means you are not alone.  ‘

‘  don’t stay here. don’t cry anymore.  ‘

‘  i promise to stop soon.  ‘

‘  how come depression makes me feel more alive?  ‘

‘  i shouldn’t have, but he had the hands of someone i used to know. someone i was used to.  ‘

‘  i dreamed i walked barefoot all the way to your house in the snow. everything was the blue of smudged ink and you were still alive.  ‘

‘  here. that’s all i wanted to be.  ‘

‘  don’t worry. your father is only your father until one of you forgets.  ‘

‘  the end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us.  ‘

‘  don’t be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer & failing.  ‘

‘  remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.  ‘

‘  the difference between prayer & mercy is how you move the tongue.  ‘

‘  so what if my feathers are burning. i never asked for flight.  ‘

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