lies are like poison

100 quote prompts

Feel free to use these quotes directly, or just use them as inspiration!

1-“These are my absolute favorite pajamas!”
2-“How could you say that to their face?”
3-“Woah, nice catch!”
4-“You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
5-“This is the last chance we’re ever going to get.”
6-“When was the last time you flossed?”
7-Wait, wait, how many did you say there were?“
8-"I’m horrified, yet impressed.”
9-“Give it to me straight,  Doc!”
10-“I miss someone i never knew.”
11-“I didn’t know you could sing!”
12-“This is all the money I have.”
13-“Oh please, please pick up the phone!”
14-“Do you think you could teach me?”
15-“Just answer this one question and i won’t ever bother you again.”
16-“I don’t actually like sushi, I lied to impress you.”
17-“uhhh…anyone know what poison ivy looks like?”
18-“What do you mean you never learned how to tie your shoes?”
19-“Name one thing I’m bad at. Ha, you can’t,  can you?”
20-“I just don’t think we’re compatable.”
21-“I bet you 50 bucks you can’t drink this entire thing of hot sauce.”
22-I really don’t want to hear about medical problems"
23-“Stop saying your worthless, because you’re not.”
24-“Wow, that’s a really wierd looking bug.”
25-“Just because you saved my life dosent mean I owe you anything!”
26-“I will never die!”
27-“Today would’ve been a disaster without you.”
28-“I’m begging you,  go change your clothes. ”
29-“You still haven’t found them?”
30-“I’m not sure how you did it,  but I’m glad you did.”
31-“Not around the baby!”
32-“Hey, do you think horses know they’re horses?”
33-“How much of my life has been a lie?”
34-“If you don’t tell them you like them,  I’m going to do it for you.”
35-“Wow, that’s almost as old as you are!”
36-“Its because of you my arm hurts so much.”
37-“I told you never to open that!”
38-“Everything has to be a goddam ordeal with you,  dosent it?”
39-“Sorry, but that’s just not your color.”
40-“How do you live like this?”
41-“You’ll always be my best friend,  but…”
42-“Is that really the best insult you could come up with?
43-"There’s a reason I never go outside.”
44-“You should really get that checked out.”
45-“Why are you ignoring me?”
46-“Can you believe it’s been so long?”
47-“I just want one nice picture of us!”
48-“Really? You’re going to judge me for this?”
49-“It’s ok, just ask first next time.”
50-“What could go wrong?”
51-“We’ve both changed”
52-“I was a fool to trust you.”
53-“I’m mad at myself.”
54-“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
55-“I know it'stechnically not a big deal but i will totally fight you over this.”
56-“Would whoever left their dirty sock on the living room floor please come pick it up.”
57-“I didn’t push you,  the wind pushed you. ”
58-“Hey, thanks for making an effort.”
59-“I totally called it, but no one listened!”
60-“How can you stand this mess?”
61-“But you have to remember!”
62-“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
63-“That was incredibly stupid and dangerous. Nice job. ”
64-“It’s your birthday!?”
65-“Can I tell you about a dream I had?”
66-“How was i supposed to know that’s a a rude gesture here?”
67-“I wasn’t certain that really happened.”
68-“Why do you smell so wierd?”
69-“That was awful! Let’s do it again!”
70-“It’s time to face the consequences.”
71-“That is the most elaborate prank I’ve ever seen.”
72-“You know I love you, but that was the worst.”
73-“I’m trying my best,  but it’s just not good enough!”
74-“Now who’s ready to probably die!”
75-“Well,  it turns out I’m allergic.”
76-“Why do all of your socks have holes in them?”
77-“Please stop crying on my papers”
78-“Well, if that’s really what you want.”
79-“I’ve never felt like that before.”
80-“This changes everything!”
81-“Are you sure you triple checked?”
82-“Don’t tell me to calm down! You calm down!”
83-“I’m going to give you the best night of your life.”
84-“So I bet you’re all wondering how I’m still alive.”
85-“Not them.  Anyone but them. ”
86-“Why won’t you say I love you back?”
87-“That was the grossest thing ever.”
88-“I don’t think that qualifies as a sport.”
89-“If I do this,  will you leave me alone?”
90-“You’re an idiot. I like that about you.”
91-“No, you know what? Don’t answer that.”
92-“I know you said I don’t want to know,  but i really want to know.”
93-“I followed you into hell!”
94-“Oooh, this is great blackmail!”
95-“I won’t tell anyone you were crying.”
96-“No way,  that’s also my favorite!”
97-“Don’t you dare ruin this for them.”
98-“That’s just sick. I can’t believe you.”
99-“Ok fine. Maybe we are friends. 
100-"No matter what, I want you to know that I’m proud of you.”

You don’t know how many times you’ve hurt me. How many times my hopes got up because of you. How many times I felt sadness deep down in my chest as I held my tears back because of you,But for you it was okay to hurt me every time you were okay with doing it you got off on it. You enjoy lying and playing mind games with me. I had thought so differently of you but when I look to see all that you have become it hurts I despise you. I never thought that would be you the boy who I once trusted and loved or who I thought I loved. I never thought you would betray my trust and my outlook on love.Sometimes I wish I hated you so it would be easier to let go but it didn’t go that way it wasn’t easy. But when I was holding on I was holding on to a coward who seen no fault in his actions,When I was holding on I was accepting lies and making excuses for that coward,and when I holding on I was destroying myself. You had already been done with me but your lies weren’t it’s like you caressed my soul and had me stuck in your envious ways. When I had to force myself to be done with you it was like a drug attic giving up what they love the most.Drugs come and makeup for pain and when a man knows your weak he will come and do all in his power to make you weaker because he knows you will always come back to him he took advantage but you were my addiction. But when I grew I realized is this really what I want in a person? Someone who lies to me to protect their own damn selfish ways? I think you fall for cowards when all you’ve ever known was cowards. Cowardly men who never stepped up to their useless actions. Lies are like poison and you continued to keep feeding me them now I feel emotionally dead. One lie can change a million truths and I can’t make another excuse for you. To you I was just another dumb female who got caught up in your games. It’s over I will no longer let you have power over me. ~Ashari Bird (insta @ i_came_far22)
Daddy issues

What happens when you can’t pay for your 5 doughnuts and one hot chocolate order, because you forgot your wallet at home? You find yourself a sugar daddy. Or that’s what happened to a grumpy Min Yoongi.

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jeon JungKook | ft. Kim NamJoon

Word count: 5804

Warnings: smut and swearing, maybe a tiny bit of violence

A/N: Second chapter! Yay! Tomorrow I’ll post the third chapter and then I’m not sure how quickly I can update it. But fingers crossed. Anyways, writing smut has never been my forte, so please don’t be too harsh with this one. I’m quite happy with how it turned out and hopefully you’ll enjoy. Music recommandation to listen while reading: Kodaline- All I want and High hopes :)

Yoongi was standing in front of his building’s door, in the chilly mid-autumn air, with the wind gently brushing against his limbs, making his hair fly in all directions. He had his white headphones in his ears and hands in the pockets of his charcoal coat, head in his chest. Eyes closed, abjuring the cold, grey reality that was surrounding him. The trees were naked and their black branches were ripping the sky, revealing its bloody inside that was trickling down. The sunset tasted bitter.

He didn’t see or hear the black car that stopped in front of him, nor the driver who stepped outside of it. He was wearing a grey coat, dark pants and a white crisp shirt that were giving him a relaxed yet somewhat strict appearance.

“Hello, Yoongi!” he greeted the other in husky voice.

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What do you do when you adore everything about a person, but you just don’t like them as a person any more. When there’s ten too many lies and just as many chances given. When you see more of the good in them than they even see in themselves. When you stay up all night waiting for a text back. When you doubt every I love you too. When you just see a future with him but can’t envision a life without. When you love him more than you have ever, or could ever, love anyone else. When their lies come without a thought and roll off their tongue like poison. What do you do when you’ve been cheated on so many times you can’t put a number to it and every day is a Prozac day because without you’d never move again. What do I do?
I Want To Paint Your Lips - Five

The door squeaked open and Delirious watched it hatefully. “You’re twenty minutes late,” he pouted, childish tones in his voice. “Evan I don’t like when you’re late, I need my medi-”

“I’m not Evan and I had things to do,” a woman’s voice spat. Her tone was coated in sour jabs, nasty and disgusted. The door shut behind her and she slapped on all four of the big lights. Delirious cringed, squinting. He did not like the sound of this.

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Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing: Eren Yeager/ Levi  (EreRi)

Words: 2k+

Rating: T

Summary: He’s like a poison that lies ridden beneath Eren’s skin, and the more Eren yearns to dig it out, the deeper it sinks into the flesh. He’s bothersome, but to himself unbothered. There’s no reason why someone as beautiful as him should be allowed to grace such a messed up and forgotten world. (cont. on ao3 site)

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Eren knows that such feelings follow him wherever he may go.

It makes him feel stuck. He hates it.

Whether it be during his walk through the dewy grass in the early morning, before anyone else wakes, or on his journey back to his bed chamber late in the night, while he’s not quite paying attention.

Doesn’t matter what he’s doing, certain thoughts just seem to grace him whenever, cloud his mind with a certain lust and wanting. These thoughts and wants can be fixed only by the confidence that he finds himself lacking, the confidence needed to say what he needs to say, to get what he longs to have, and keep for himself.

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Undisputable opinion: Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of the greatest shows ever created.

Because she was the type of girl who needed a blond boy with blue eyes that matched the water they swam in and his icy pale skin kept her cool under the scorching hot sun and when dusk fell she could wander the earth all night without ever needing to borrow his sweatshirt.

But by the time the leaves start to change he’ll have drowned like all their memories and have washed down the rivers where they used to wade and there’ll be a new boy with brown hair and tan skin which is always covered by hoodies that are big enough for them both to get lost in and they will memorize coffee shops and Halloween movies and stain songs with eachothers faces like red wine on white table cloths and they won’t roam the earth but rather each others skin when a storm is pounding against the window and the power goes out but its okay because they don’t need light to see eachother.

But by the time the grass freezes it won’t matter that he’s memorized every inch of her like a map because their journey will already be over and a loud boy with black hair who drinks away his fears will have his arm around her waist and at midnight on new years his mouth will taste like poison and ruined family dinners and bitter lies and his ex girlfriend’s name but they’ll go skating and smoke pot under the snow bank even if it burns her throat and leaves her paranoid.

But their love will freeze away in icicles when he yells at her and everything they cherished will turn to slush and she will miss him but there will be another boy with a bright smile and soft skin and he will warm her frost bitten past and mend all the parts that hurt and they will plant flowers over dead memories and tuck away winter boots. They’ll dance in warm rains and he’ll kiss her on the nose and she’ll feel butterflies in her stomach like the ones that roam the spring air.

But soon she’ll grow tired of him and she’ll go looking again but this time she won’t find anyone because she left all the pieces of herself in his blue eyes or his sweatshirt or his glass bottle or his sunflower seeds because the love that was meant to last a season was all the love she never knew how to give herself and now she’s empty and lonely and sweating in the summer sun.

—  Lost herself in the seasons // 2:09 PM

If she writes, don’t lose her.
A girl who writes will start to describe the curves of your face and how you bite your nails. She will see everything through the lenses of poetry. And she’ll never stop writing. That’ll be what you remember most about her. Although there will be nights you wake up at 3am to an empty spot on the bed, you’ll know it’s because she’s writing about how captivating you looked with your eyes closed.

Do not lose a woman who writes. Please don’t. She will understand how to read between the lines. She will understand you more than you understand yourself sometimes. She’ll notice the slightest change in your voice, and won’t stop asking what’s wrong untill you tell her. She would have read enough books to know where this plot is heading, and so if the relationship ends, you’ll be left with nothing while she will at least be left with the cruel inspiration of heartbreak. She’ll write about how your mouth began to taste like leaving and your love began to feel like lies. You’ll go from being her life to being the poison that won’t leave her veins. She will live on forever as someone who saw the world as details, while you’ll live forever on as just the boy who broke her heart many years ago. Don’t lose the girl who writes.

One time on a mission trip in like 2012 my youth pastor lied to me that there was poison oak on a tree to keep me from trying to catch a lizard in it (precocious 7th grade me’s response: “But that’s virginia creeper! Poison oak doesn’t look like that!”)

And I was frustrated at the time but in retrospect I completely understand her worry and decision because just minutes earlier I had stood in a massive fire ant nest for like a full minute catching a different lizard.

heads or tails

part 11 holy shit

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“-and what do you think, my darling Juvia?” Lucy asked her, giving a quick twirl and presenting herself like she was a wedding cake. “You like?”

“It’s fine,” I gave her the exact same passive answer I’d given everyone else. I was far too entranced by the swirly mints on the edge of the dressing room table to really notice what color dress she was wearing.

Lucy huffed, taking a keen eye to my apathy and walked over to the ‘boyfriend couch’ I was sitting on, poofy dress spilling everywhere like too much ugly champagne.

“Awww, somebody’s a grumpy-grump.” She pouted, crossing her arms and leaning her chin on my shoulder. “What’s up buttercup?”

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anonymous asked:

if iron man was a woman, wouldn’t she be a villain?” Why would she be a villian?

okay so the brief summary of the points because i end up fic-ing this. which ends up setting up a complete different origin story, by bending the mcu canon. excuse the sexist language

  • if we start from the beginning, you have toni stark, a young woman who is practically a genius, but is slotted in the “my dad always wanted a son” line of things, gets shipped off to mit as a kid and is looked down on not just for her age but for her gender. there’s some bitterness building there
  • but bitterness that can be disguised later, because she’s learned to be a good actress, as so many women must be. she smiles for the camera, and eats up the hollywood lifestyle that comes from becoming a billionaire at 19.
  • she attends a board of directors meeting, but obie has everything under control, “nothing to worry your pretty little head about” and she think if that’s going to be her life than she might as well live it up. its not like half of them would listen to what she says anyways. 
  • she’s in vegas one day accepting an award she doesn’t even bother to show up for. no need to give the press fuel and watch the news headlines the next day that instead of focusing on her accomplishments have headlines like “stark looking frumpier than usual” or “could red lipstick be the new thing?" 
  • on her way out she meets christine, who trusts facts in her face, your company is selling weapons to terrorists, and instead of sleeping with they actually talk over this.
  • and because toni stark would have never been sent to afghanistan in the first place. nobody is going to respect a weapon’s demonstration given by a woman, so she’s told by her board of directors to stay home and keep safe while they send the guys with the big guns over there.
  • she actually gets to look over the information christine brings up. 
  • which leads to confrontation, and lies, and "i’ll look over it sweetheart don’t you worry”
  • but something has to be done, and one idea that comes up when she’s pretty much drunk as can be is that if she could just get over there herself and fix things then they’d be set. 
  • so iron man is born. 
  • except, the way the press sees it, and the government sees it is strange metal figure is causing trouble over seas.
  • and then obie shuts her out of the company when she pushes too far and figures out he has been the one dealing behind closed doors while she was too distracted by the hollywood life style to notice. 
  • and when their final showdown inevitably happens, its awful and public and nobody even knows its her at that point. there’s no glowing light in her chest, nothing to clue them in (of course, pepper knows because that one time she walked down to the workshop and toni accidently blew out the glass wall) 
  • but there’s no shield agent there trying to brief toni on the events of afganistan, because she was never kidnapped by terrorists. 
  • there’s nobody to do damage control on the media, nobody to make up a cover story about obie having been on a boat or a plane at the time. minor accidents and all that jazz.
  • the press calls the iron man a monster, claims that he attacked toni’s company. because thats what they all saw, dead director and a blown up research facility.
  • so when she stands up to give her press conference, its lies after lies, insisting what a tragic loss it was to lose her “dear friend and mentor” and the words taste like poison on her lips, but the lies are so much easier to tell than the truth. 
  • and in truth, iron man becomes a vigilante, but when you’ve got hydra running the government and  corruption everywhere, the press will happily tell you that vigilante is just another word for villain. 
  • a year later, when senator stern insists that the iron man tech was stolen from stark industries projects and asks if she (or her team) could build one so the government has something to combat it), she wants to laugh, but instead she just smiles and says “i’ll try." 

tl;dr- the summary is women are fighters, and unable to come out and admit that she is "iron man” ends up with the media and press shaping the figure into a villainous one. 

Reflections in a Two Way Mirror

I thought I knew what abuse
Really was. I saw movies where a man Would color it into the
Canvas of a woman’s body
In shades of purple and blue
Outlined in blood red.
I used to wonder why she
Would always go back to him.
I used to tell myself that
I would never be the victim Of abuse because my parents
Always told me that if he hit me
I should run and never look back.
There was always a scene where
The woman would look into the
Mirror and see what was happening
And in that moment she would
Watch herself move on her own
Out of the man’s life and into her
New beginning.

I eventually found a boy to love
Who spoke like lies and
Kissed like deceit.
My lips touched his poisonous
Methods of keeping me from
Seeing what was really happening. When I was young I didn’t know
That bruises came in nude like
My skin tone, or that they didn’t
Have to be on the surface to be
Real. No they could sink in after
Months of secret mutiny against
My self-respect and trust and
Idea of what love really was.
I couldn’t see these in the
Two way mirror that he gave me.

The problem with a two way mirror
Is that there is always someone else
On the other side.
Like a puppeteer he tied the strings
To my heart and mind and wired
Them to the other side of the
Glass, making me believe that
I was moving all on my own,
Making my own decisions.
I believed that he loved me and
He wanted me and
He loved me and
He loved me and

As his act went on for almost
Two years, I grew farther apart from
My parents and I shrank smaller
Under the weight of his thumb Wondering why things seemed
To be getting darker.
But one day he got bored
Of his one-man act so he
Cut the strings and ripped the
Ends from my soul and
Left me to fend for myself.
He left me like a marionette
Unknowing that I was being
Controlled by him,
Thinking that I had been
Standing on my own two feet
All along.