bridges set to burn


Send this out to sea, send it where you want it. You can take it word for word or not at all. There’s no filling up your spaces with pictionary places, those imaginary faces don’t work for me at all.

But now me…I’ll keep on running, I’m building bridges that I know were never wanted, look for my heart, it’s been stolen away…Now on every single road that I can take…I, want you to burn my bridges down…Set me on fire!!

Myers Briggs Types Angry

ISTJ: A type that is extremely difficult to get upset and even more difficult to show it. If they are mad, they will tend to make snarky comments and show their anger passively or may approach the person directly and pragmatically. While they can move on and forgive, the ISTJ will never forget when someone has wronged them and will hold grudges. What can set them off: stress, disrespecting hierarchy (especially if they feel like you owe them respect you’re not giving them)

ISFJ: This type tends to bottle up their frustration, especially when it is aimed towards those they care about. They might let out their anger slowly, in light hearted but frustrated comments that get their point across without burning bridges. What can set them off: feeling like they’re not acknowledged, hurting someone they are close to

INFJ: Hard to get angry, since they are very loyal and committed to maintaining harmony. However, once they are, beware. INFJ’s will use their astute social perception to bring up each and every one of your flaws, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities and use them to systemically, psychologically bring you down. What can set them off: when you hurt them emotionally (they’re very patient up until their breaking point), insulting a deeply held belief.

INTJ: INTJ’s are easy to annoy; if you ask them, they’ll probably tell you all about how so and so is being extremely stupid. They tend to either hide these sentiments, express them through passive aggressiveness, or only tell those closest to them. When they are really mad, they either explode with rage or channel their anger into an icy cold fury. Terrifying. What can set them off: inefficiency, flaking on plans

ISTP: This type is more apt to express their anger externally than other introverts; cursing, insulting the other person, or expressing their emotions physically (ex: fighting, punching something) are all common. However, an ISTP that has learned self control may not exhibit these tendencies readily. What can set them off: people trying to annoy/upset them, lack of time alone

ISFP: The ISFP internalizes their emotions, and anger is no exception. If they are angry, they will generally only show it by body language, becoming distant, pouting, or other nonverbal cues. Immature ISFP’s (once in a blue moon a mature ISFP may do this around those they now well) may have bouts of anger where they throw fits. What can set them off: other people stepping on their emotions (hurting them or others), limiting their freedom

INFP: INFP’s will not want to upset those around them, so they will generally keep their feelings to themselves, showing only small signs of passive aggressiveness. However, they are likely to blow up once in a while (say, a year or so) releasing their pent up anger. However, this is an extremely rare occurrence. What can set them off: injustice, hypocrisy

INTP: This type will first try to control their emotions, either by using rational thinking to calm themselves down or retreating into isolation for awhile. If these methods do not work (or the INTP is forced to remain around lots of people while they are upset) the INTP may use sharp insults to hurt the other person. What can set them off: persistently bugging them about something, inefficiency

ESTP: This type tends to show what they feel in the moment, rather than processing things internally or wondering how others react. ESTP’s like to get out their anger physically, either by fighting or (in a more healthy way) working out. If not, they will be critical and mean towards others to express their emotions. On the good side, this type doesn’t tend to hold grudges, letting go of their anger as soon as they have let it out. What can set them off: boredom, being confined

ESFP: They generally express their emotions as well, although they may hesitate if they are in a fun environment and want to remain easygoing and pleasant to be around. If they do decide to show their anger it will be overwhelming. Coming off as rather dramatic, the ESFP may cry, yell, or throw a fit, although they will get over it quickly. What can set them off: being controlled/having their freedom to have fun taken away, criticism

ENFP: Determined to maintain harmony in their relationships with others, ENFP’s are prone to avoid conflict. Therefore, they internalize their feelings for the most part. If someone has hurt an ENFP past their breaking point, (depending on how much they value the friendship) they may simply drop the relationship or they may blow up and later apologize to the person. What can set them off: criticism, someone trying to control them

ENTP: When they are annoyed or angry, they will usually display it in the form of calculated, witty insults that they will hurl at the other person. They can get annoyed very easily, and tend to show this. Even if they are happy and are good friends with someone, they may still say jokes and comments that are perceived as mean by more sensitive people. However, the ENTP’s deliberate insults will be few and far between. Once they have made their point, they will move on. What can set them off: close-minded/illogical thought, ignorance

ESTJ: ESTJ’s are known for perhaps having the hottest temper out of all Myers Briggs Types. Their need for efficiency, assertive way of communication, and policy of honesty manifest themselves when an ESTJ is mad. Rather than intending to hurt the other person, they will bluntly state whatever is making them upset (although it may come off as a yell if the ESTJ is worked up enough). If the issue is fixed, the ESTJ will move on without holding a grudge. What can set them off: mainly little details being out of place, carelessness

ESFJ: The ESFJ is fairly good at expressing their negative feelings towards others; even though they value harmony and deeply care about those around them, they may actually come off as blunt or overly critical. Despite this desire to fix issues pragmatically and move on, the ESFJ will hold grudges for very long periods of time if they have been seriously hurt by the other person. What can set them off: not appreciating them, upsetting one of their deeply held values

ENFJ: The ENFJ is difficult to get to show their anger, since it is important to them that they maintain their wide array of friendships. At first, if the ENFJ is angry, they may resemble introverts, become extremely quiet and seeking out a good friend to talk things over with. However, if this doesn’t dissipate their anger, the ENFJ can explode with rage, either criticizing those around them harshly or reacting physically (though they are more likely to punch a wall than another person). What can set them off: when they are taken advantage of/not appreciated, injustice

ENTJ: The ENTJ won’t let feelings of anger influence them if they see it as an unnecessary, irrational emotion in the way of their goals. However, if they do show their anger, it will be in a cold, calculated, concise statement of icy fury. They only need a few calm words to bring down their opponent. What can set them off: others trying to undermine them, inefficiency

Happiness. Peace. The settler’s boat floats in tranquility. Where’s the passion? Where’s the euphoria? The hot breathed tempest that roars through incinerated trees. Where is the violence; the vehemence that surges through arteries? Here. The tinder of ablazed memories. Charcoaled remnants of a blood crusted spear. These arms are a million. Hands all pocketed in clenched fists. This is the feverish dream of an unalarmed sleeper, absorbed by the mists. Subconscious warfare. A spark turned laughable in ongoing floods. The ungod has watched the clouds being chased away by a roaring flame. A roaring flame. The longing to be bloodletted by an insatiable thirst-quencher. A sharp fanged treasure, drunk on the essence. It’s the sinews of war laid bare on whirling mattresses. An acquired taste. A preordained craving to have more than anything love has to offer. More than picking petals and poofing dandelions. There are forests we must set alight. Bridges we have to burn. Ashes we must scatter to see the blossoming of our new world. I will say that I love you. And you will know that Orion’s belt is just three stars. That the sun disappears behind the earth at times. But that there is a light you can see, feel, and hear within the darkest of night. A roaring flame resounding within eternity. A roaring flame. A roaring flame, setting ablaze the pyres.
—  Fire, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

Worthy of you & Wanted by you: Dual POV fanmixes for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Kazliin

Her fic is beautiful and I’m so excited for the last chapter!

Worthy of you

(Yuuri’s POV)

Mr. Big Shot by Anarbor: Do you mean to tell me I’m not worthy?

Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy: Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes.

Hit Me Where It Hurts the Most by Every Avenue: I’m wound up tighter than your jeans fit, you got me lit up like a cigarette.

The Good, the Bad, and the Dirty by Panic at the Disco: I’m gonna keep getting underneath you, and all our friends want us to fall in love.

Got to My Head by WATERS: I’ve been a jealous friend, feels like I’m always sinking.

This Love (Will Be Your Downfall) by Elie Goulding: Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?

Clarity by Zedd: And I drown in you again, cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.

Burning Bridges by OneRepublic: I want you to burn my bridges down, set me on fire.

Wanted by you

(Victor’s POV)

Animal by Neon Trees: What are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight.

Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt by We Are Scientists: My body is your body, and I won’t tell anybody.

Spit It Out by IAMX: The past is weakness, don’t beg the question when the answer is war.

Complicated by Fitz & the Tantrums: But I can take it, I love to hate it babe, I can’t say no.

Strangers by White Lies: A whisper that knew my name, is it how your heart treats all strangers?

Temporary Bliss by the Cab: Cause I can’t keep sleeping in your bed, if you keep messing with my head.

All to Myself by Marianas Trench: I don’t want to be the bad guy, I’ve been blaming myself and I think you know why.

An Honest Mistake by The Bravery: I swear I never meant for this, I never meant…

Love Triumphs Part 32: Planning Time

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

After your talk with Jared, the two of you laid side by side in bed. Not really touching, just staring into each other’s eyes as you tried to come to grips with what had just happened. You had never imagined Jared would be home when you returned, and you knew the conversation hadn’t exactly gone the way it should have. But it was over, and you had a feeling that your relationship with Jared was on the mend.

His hazel eyes were still red rimmed, the tip of his nose red as he gazed over at you. His long legs were bent, his knees brushing yours. His hands were resting in between the two of you. A couple of times you had seen them move, reaching out to you before dropping back on the covers once again.

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You can set yourself on fire for someone, burn every bridge for them, grow the sun for them inside your own body but for some people it will never be enough. Some hearts may be too cold to fully appreciate the gift that is your love. Your love is a passionate fire but there are hearts stone cold ice. So burn baby, burn like a comet, but like a comet burn for yourself first, and for yourself alone.
—  Nikita Gill, Your Love is Fire

she was a flower fairy pocket
from a newborn zodiac locket
she burst in fresh spring time
and dripped cherry blossom oil all over the
she set fire to
and burned up ideas like smoke

she danced through fear and 
played in vivid imagination alone
there were flames in her heart and
cities in ashes over lust
and there was never time, and never clocks
just an infinite dream, an exuberant rush


I was the sort of girl
who thought everything was a sign

A train delay meant I
should take off for somewhere else —
Philly or New York
Pittsburgh or Cincinnati

A wallet dropped next to a toilet
that I’d always be broke
(but any fool can pay the bills)

A laptop that crashed and deleted
everything, twice
meant it wasn’t time
to tell that particular story

The fires that followed me
through St. Louis and back
to Chicago:
abandoned tenements, cop cars, trash cans
set smoldering
I should burn my bridges
and grin broadly

The shoe that fell from my
foot and down the stairs
as I stumbled home
from the taqueria, drunk and stoned,
that I was obviously
no Cinderella
There was no prince there to
pick it up

The old man playing accordion below
my bedroom window
The herd of cranes roosting
in the eerie dawn near Archer Avenue
could mean

I consulted the tarot cards three
times a day
They gave me the same answers
over and over, but I
kept asking
“Travel,” they whispered, “and
“Signs and signals.”
And always, the three of swords.
“Heartache, sorrow.”
Cupid, have mercy, on

a superstitious hyperrealist
such as me

I was the sort of girl
who stuffed my pockets full of
good luck charms,
odds and ends which looked
like junk to
other people

Lighters with no fluid left in them
crumpled ticket stubs
New Jersey quarters
caps pried from bottles of
Yuengling, Red Stripe, Pabst
Blue Ribbon

I was the sort of girl
who made wishes on
burnt matches
train whistles
green shoes
the gray-white clouds made
by smokestacks
the floating fuzz of the
cottonwood trees in June

The charms didn’t bring me much good
luck and when my wishes came
true I realized
I should’ve been more
careful what I wished for

And now I wish —
I wish that I still wished
I wish that I could still
change things with the
sheer force of my belief

I don’t consult the tarot cards so
much these days, because
I don’t want to hear
what they have to say

Cupid doesn’t visit me

I don’t see signs everywhere
My life is easier,
and less shiny

Now, the junk just looks
like junk

But my beer bottle cap
just told me:
“Be your own orchestra”

I’m only one person, no longer a girl, but I’ll
stick that bottle cap in
my pocket
and try to believe
I can be my own punk
who, in lieu of bridges
and cop cars,
can set her words on fire
and watch the flames
while grinning broadly

with way too many teeth


Rust Belt Jessie, “Superstitious Hyperrealist”

In which I steal a few lines from both W/IFS and Jawbreaker. Wrote this today. It probably needs some editing, but yeah, I like it.

She was a flower fairy pocket
from a newborn zodiac locket
she burst in fresh spring time
and dripped cherry blossom oil all over the skyline

she set fire to bridges
and burned up ideas like smoke
she danced through fear and
played in vivid imagination alone

there were flames in her heart and
cities in ashes over lust
and there was never time, and never clocks
just an infinite dream, an exuberant rush

—  C.

she was a flower fairy pocket
from a newborn zodiac locket
she burst in fresh spring time
and dripped cherry blossom oil all over the
she set fire to
and burned up ideas like smoke

she danced through fear and 
played in vivid imagination alone
there were flames in her heart and
cities in ashes over lust
and there was never time, and never clocks
just an infinite dream, an exuberant rush