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sext: lay in a field of tall grass w me while the universe breathes its stars across the sky

My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.

E. Y. Harburg (via wanderlunds)

yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

The gods were here first, and they’re bigger.
They always were, and always will be
living it up in their father’s mansion.
You only crawled from the drain
a few millenia ago,
after inventing legs for yourself
so you could stand, inventing fists
in order to raise them and curse the heavens.
Do the gods see us?
Will the waters be rising soon?
The waters will be rising soon.
Find someone or something to cling to.

from “Storm Catechism,” Kim Addonizio (via demarches)

I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.

B.C. (via fleurlungs)

flosephstalin:

She stared out of her window, long white dress billowing about her from the morning breeze. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the sunlight on her face.

Her mind drifted off for a moment before she the sound of fluttering wings filled the room and strong arms snaked around her waist. Soft lips gave softer kisses along her neck.

“You didn’t have to wake up.” She said, eyes still closed. His wings surrounded her, blocking out the sunlight and she felt herself dragged back onto the bed.

She looked at him then, face covered in tattoos, eyes dark and wicked. “I couldn’t sleep without you by my side.” He purred at her as he kissed her.

She returned his kiss. “You are ever the sweet talker.”

“There is much about me that is sweet. Kiss me again and I’ll show you.” He gave a small smile as she kissed him, arms and wings wrapped around her.
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I kept imaging Hades and Persephone.
I like dis a lot.

tall:

I’m caught between wanting to feel something and wanting to remain numb

The Red String of Fate

An Eastern Asian legend originating in China and also referred to in Japanese mythology as well. According to this myth, the gods would tie an invisible red string around men and women who were meant to be soul mates and in time, would marry one another. This magical string can twist, tangle, or stretch, but the ‘bond’ will never break.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances.