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Niemendal

She left– and for days I kept to myself,
alone and in no way capable of
any human contact.

Though solitary, I wasn’t lonely back then.

I had the company of grief and regret;
a bottle that was always empty
before I made my way
to the unmade
bed.

                 "Bottle me the means to forget;
     sing me songs that bring me to tears
for I am choking in petrification.“

                  I was devastated.

This went on for weeks, more or less,
I can’t really remember,

                  but it ended when I puked back
                  the contents of my stomach
                  in the empty vodka bottle
                  beside my bed.

Laughing actually, mocking my own misery;
the weakness of my flesh and how
I had become this pitiful
emotional mess.

                                              No more.

I was a year long sober after that, in fact,
I didn’t eat or drink anything bad
for my body; no sugar,
no red meat,
                                  drinking only water,
                                  etcetera.

                  There was a part of me
                  that wanted to live
                  healthier,

but I don’t know if that part was stronger than
the part that simply didn’t want to enjoy
the joys of the past anymore;

       I had always been keen to over-indulge,
                             living life in the moment
               but mostly reckless.

This had cost me my shot at true happiness.

I let my beard grow for a year as an act
of penitence; to remind me of my
failures as a person,
and to have

one last piece of me that I knew was touched
by the gentle caress of her hand.

I was in mourning; tormented by a lingering
ache of emptiness that I can only
describe as death.

                                 Death was kind to me,
for in this emotional void, I wasn’t lonely.

Loneliness came years after that.

When I picked up every piece
accessible to me;

                        when life made sense again;

when there was peace in my heart, and brain;
                            when I found a way
                               to enjoy the
                       little things
                      again;

when I found myself surrounded by
loving and caring people with
whom I’d share
laughs,
ideas, and passions,

            I encountered the downside of forever.

My soul’s flame set to a simmer, where I
had once felt it blazing; illuminating
the world around me in colours
I can no longer imagine;
everything
         in the
                 entire universe
                                            made sense.

                           Love

is such a mundane explanation of what we had.

Loneliness came when I returned to myself
and refound my place in the universe;
when in my perfect wholeness
there remained a void;
the memory

                                                of an energy
                             greater than the concepts
                  of gravity, time, motion, or divinity.

Here I am, a mind, body, and heart; a part
of the tangible world as much as any,

yet as much as I had felt
my soul’s rebirth
                                      as it fused with hers,

I have now felt its banishment, vanishment;
it’s death, or departure,

                             and I am stripped
                  to the verge
                         of my
      humanity.

Hoping that if there ever was an undying light
shining inside of me, that it may now
watch over her, and guard her
soul from the hell that
has taken me.

                                  - M.A. Tempels © 2017

ut-stuff  asked:

psst, hey - hey, hey g, guess what? ... te amo <3

(*Remember that time you said you wanted to see G drunk~?)

Oh, how he loves when Nyx serenades him in Spanish.  And he just so happens to know what that phrase means.  

Too bad, he also happens to currently be drunk off his ass.  

As soon as he sees them, G grins wide and lunges forward, his arms spread wide.  “h-heya… hola, mi amor.”  His accent is sloppy and slurred, but he tried.  He chuckles, tightening his arms around them, his head dropping to their shoulder.  He’s clad in his usual attire, but… his sweater happens to be missing; his ribs are exposed from beneath his jacket.   “heh, my dearest, speak spanish to me, baby.  i wanna hear the language of love.”  He’s bent over their form, putting a good deal of his weight on them while he smirks.  His cheekbones are dusted a light gold, and his breath smells of smoke, tomatoes, and vodka.  A Bloody Mary, maybe?  Or just some other weird concoction he decided to mix with ketchup.   

fifth of September

*
this pour,
this fifth of ‘september’ - 
i could really use this morning

harried, hungover -
surely this amberfire alarm
will awaken

vital ticks to an ambulatory tock
to reset my circadian clock.

this high octane oil of primordial change

thins turgid thickness, God bless
softens the endemic emptiness
born of daily polemic;

within the confines
of a misty-eyed mind state
thoughts, moans & media machinations
fan out to horizon’s end,
recede

replaced
by a demi-glazed daze,
deadly in the distance run,

though dimly perceived
this day
as light from a distant sun.
*
7/17 - lebuc - fifth of September

do you find it
easiest to hide
in the distance
of a long shadow?

casting apologies
to old memories
through fingertips?

i can’t feel
any of your impressions
anymore

I’m standing next to the sun.

4

Every time I come back to this AU, I get reminded of how pure these two are??

I adjusted Mika’s appearance slightly by adding more scales/fins on his body!! Yuu loves wearing his khaki shorts and fave matcha-green hoodie :-)

50 Dialogue Prompts
  1. “It’s really not that complicated.”
  2. “Close the door.”
  3. “It’s three in the morning.”
  4. “I should have told you a long time ago.”
  5. “Why are you helping me?”
  6. “You have to leave right now.”
  7. “Just trust me.”
  8. “I’ve been waiting a long time.”
  9. “You’re in love with her.”
  10. “Come here.”
  11. “We could get arrested for this.”
  12. “What are you thinking about?”
  13. “I thought you were dead.”
  14. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
  15. “Was that supposed to hurt?”
  16. “I can explain.”
  17. “Love is overrated.”
  18. “Watch me.”
  19. “I’ve missed this.”
  20. “I don’t believe you.”
  21. “Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”
  22. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
  23. “We have to be quiet.”
  24. “You’re trembling.”
  25. “I want an answer, goddammit!”
  26. “It was you the whole time.”
  27. “Tell me again.”
  28. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
  29. “I’m not going anywhere.”
  30. “You don’t see me.”
  31. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
  32. “You could have died.”
  33. “Prove it.”
  34. “I might never get another chance to say this.”
  35. “Do you regret it?”
  36. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
  37. “Lie to me then.”
  38. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
  39. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”
  40. “I never stood a chance, did I?”
  41. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
  42. “I’m only here to establish an alibi.”
  43. “Are you drunk?”
  44. “I still remember the way you taste.”
  45. “How much of that did you hear?”
  46. “What happens if I do this?”
  47. “Why are you whispering?”
  48. “You make me want things I can’t have.”
  49. “I don’t want to screw this up.”
  50. “People are staring.”
She was like a withered rose
with broken thorns.
but she was the prettiest one.
she was also the strongest one.
everyone went for the roses that looked alike,
but i wanted something different.
something that caught my eye,
and there she was.
outstanding and different.
I try to write about you
but it all comes out
sounding like
I’m sorry


I’ll avoid periods
and embrace commas,
it’s not over
unless I put it in words


I write about you
but each line ends up
crying out
please come back

—  I’m sorry, please come back // L.H.

since uglies in 2017 still say girlgroups only do cute concepts, let me remind you that we’re in the middle of the year and we already had all of this: 

  • aoa - bing bing we started 2017 way up high girlies! magic assistants!
  • aoa - excuse me chorus? catchy. key point of dance? catchy. quality. this song should have blown up. sherlock homes who?
  • dreamcatcher - chase me A DEBUT. who tf cares abt pokemon go? i only catch and chase after this amazing horror concept
  • clc - hobgoblin hi! basically they girl crushed all nasty opinions on girlgroups, so bye!
  • luna, hani, solar - honey bee yeah ik not a group but a gay trinity that proclaimed bowling so no straight person can play it
  • gugudan - a girl like me BEAT IS SICK. plus literally teaching you not to waste your precious time with boys, if he doesn’t have attitude just dump him
  • gfriend - fingertip our galaxy is safe. gay friend squad is defending it
  • brave girls - rollin’ like dj khaled said another one. another bop done wrong and ignored by society. in the mv they danced over a kinda of wet floor and also oN CHAIRS wth i can’t even walk properly
  • pristin - wee woo not an ambulance siren ok. each girl had their own little vibe added separately to the mv. at the end they do together some witchcraft shit. tell me abt concept bitch we have multi!
  • girl’s day - i’ll be yours queens of your local boxing ring. they can and they will knock you out while in high heels. Vocals
  • exid - night rather than day NATBODANEUN. BAME. WA. a subway ride never felt more inviting. timeless fresh bop with JAZZ ELEMENTS BUT SO POP!!! WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU NEED??? TF
  • wassup - color tv i wish i had partied with them. you feel like dancing even you’re tired. a Mood elevator
  • 9muses - remember got a life is strange feel and nerds will maybe agree with me. HAS A KILLER RAP PART. mourn over a man i just murdered? no thank! a warm bath is better
  • blackpink - as if it’s your last L O V E. you just don’t classify art. this could really be the last song i heard in my life and i’d die happily. 
  • mamamoo - yes i am YES YOU ARE AND WHATEVER YOU ARE IS FUCKIN GOOD. such an important female empowering anthem for kpop!!!! please listen to your fellow girls words, which are filled with actual honest lyrics.
  • stellar - archangels of the sephiroth worth of being in some movie soundtrack. the instrumental is out of this world. angels themselves produced this like wow???
  • red velvet - red flavor mmm i bet that’s how summer would taste if it was a drink. REFRESHING. colorful, fun and supports health care. just eat fruits and dance

just a psa: is there something wrong with cute concept? of course fuckin not. there is something very wrong, though, on using it as an excuse to justify your hate towards girlgroups and also limiting them inside a box. they are just as powerful and talented and hardworking as your male idols, they’re gonna do bunches of concepts: cute, sexy, innovative, whatever there is to do, but you can bet your ass they will execute all with excellence. so jot that down, do me and yourself a favour: STAN AND RESPECT GIRLGROUPS. (:

Fake AH Crew Gothic
  • the penthouse has six rooms. the penthouse has eighteen rooms. the penthouse is a modern-day daedalus’s labyrinth. no one has seen gavin in weeks. the minotaur is pleased with its sacrifice.
  • there is always A Heist going on. you are uncertain what the details of this heist is. in fact, you cannot recall ever hearing any concrete details about a heist, only that it is A Big One. it is So Big. something rumbles nonspecifically in the distance.
  • every nondescript silhouette with a handlebar mustache is geoff ramsey. you cannot remember the last time geoff had a handlebar mustache. perhaps it has been centuries. a handlebar mustache the size of a rottweiler floats by. you tell geoff hello. 
  • ryan has plants, for reasons you are unsure of. so many plants. a trail of leaves seems to follow ryan wherever he goes. ryan opens his mouth and bright green vines spill out.
  • you cannot remember the last time you did any work. you spend your days having romantic and sexual trysts with your friends. it seems unreasonable for any person to be having this much sex. you try to stop and find you cannot. condoms do not appear to have ever existed. why are you using that as lube. why are you using that as–
  • the b team is doing something Important and Necessary. you are not sure what that is. no one else appears to, either. when you ask b team, they disappear in a cloud of uncertain smoke. you are so glad b team is around to help.
  • a man named ray is dead. a man named ray is very much alive. a man named ray is both alive and dead. a man named ray perhaps did not exist at all. you get a different story every time you ask. you do not ask anymore. 

Harry James Potter

The boy who had a bit of a saving people thing.

Who was prepared to sacrifice himself for his friends at the drop of a hat.

Who ALWAYS defended Sirius, no matter what.

Who was stung by the injustice of the way Remus was treated.

Who was exceedingly loyal to Dumbledore.

Who could think of no happier memory than spending time with his parents.

The boy who gave his entire gold winnings to his best friend’s brothers.

Who defended Hagrid to everyone.

Who even after 2 years, still blamed himself for his godfather’s death.

Who learned to distance himself from the girl he loved profusely in order to protect her.

The boy who learned to forgive Kreacher and to be kind to him when no one else would.

Who made sure muggle borns escaped safely from the ministry before himself.

Who stole Mad-Eye’s magic eye from Dolores Umbridge and buried it under the most gnarled and resilient looking tree he could find because he thought Moody would prefer it.

The boy who buried a house-elf without magic and cried over his grave.

i’ve been drinking since noon
and i’ve been high all day.
maybe if i pour more chemicals in my body,
i won’t remember my name.

maybe i won’t remember anything
and i’ll be thankful for that.
reverse a few months in the past
and forget who i am.

i mean, listen, we all change
and sadly we have to cope,
but some of us don’t know how
so we drink or cut or smoke.

or we find vices within ourselves
that we promised not to do.
but rules were meant to be broken, right?
sadly, that’s true.

i’m lonely and
i don’t know how to make
it sound like poetry
anymore.


it’s just that i used to fall into friendships.
it’s just that most days i want to fall into
my bed or
my grave
and these bones are too
fragile for show and tell
and i’m like muesli with worse mental health and i don’t want anyone to
look at me except that i want everyone
to look at me and i don’t know what to say i don’t know what to
say i don’t know what to say to
anyone anyway and last year
my best friend
moved 413.4 miles away.
—  L.H