lip glaze


there is the girl that
has to sow love poems in
to the bones of her palm
because she can’t
bare to look at them
with rawness.

she has bags under
the rims of her eyes
and coffee in her
blank stare. she’s
the one who destroys
her pride for a boy who
only makes her rot.
an empty vessel
waiting to be filled.

she’s the one who
herself in pride
the lovely one with a
beautiful body
and skin smooth
as licorice
and lips the color
of glazed golden.

boys will try to
force their hands
where caution tape lays
in hopes of taking her home
because her sense
of solitude is becoming
a drunk in the night.

then there will be her
the girl who travels
with mystery in her eyes.
she awakens a sense
of hope inside
broken ribs.

let her change.
let her tell the universe
inside that she is the stars
blessed queen. she is
the moonlight that walks
the earth. she is the utter
glow of all the lights in the world
lighting up in your chest.
it aches for her. just as much
as she aches for it.

—  Excerpt #224, the broken, the lustful, and the pure

By accident, zitahawthorne introduced me to this lipstick and I am in looooooove. I got every color they have cause I have no willpower and it’s incredibly cheap. Each one goes for around 3 bucks, but I snagged the whole set for 30 bucks on ebay right here! They’re super pigmented, NOT STICKY, have a minty tingle thing goin on, you can mix em, you get a ton in a little tube, the list goes on and on! SERIOUSLY. IN. LOVE. 10/10. TREAT YO SELF.

I have met people of all elements. Some made from fire, their touch will burn right through you. Their lips glazing on your skin, a match sparking on the side of the box. These people hold passion so diligently… One conversation with them will have your smoke alarms bursting with cries for help. I have met people of all elements. Some larger than life, some live under the sea of calm, some drowning inside of bloody rivers and some control the direction of inspiration sang from the ocean– their touch will soothe your woes. Their smile doesn’t seem happy, don’t worry, they’ll tell you that it’ll be okay because what’s life without a little sadness. They have lived inside of their own depression for so long and they have survived. They have been jailed inside of these four walls we call our thoughts for thousands of years… but still they make the best jokes because what’s life without a bit of laughter? These people hold happiness from a thread… One look into their eyes and you’ll know, even eyes that aren’t blue still holds the weight of the ocean inside of it. I have met people of all elements. Some made from steel, their touch is gun metal with the reflection of the sun, a warmth made from the purest cold, a thing so far and misunderstood, a thing we’ve called home, but have never quite made it there. These people with slivers of silver lining their lips, they speak the blunt truth about the world and how we’ve been lied to the whole time. Open your eyes, this metal– I no longer melt. Open your heart, these chains– they can’t restrain me. Open your soul, these lives that I’ve used to search for you– they don’t define me. They have scars, but this kind of metal cannot be bent, dent or scratched– one conversation and you will know, thoughts are unyielding and no, these stop lights won’t break us; we’re going to go through each pause with a fucking smile because what’s life without an unstoppable force? I have met people of all elements. Some made of smoke, their touch will be smothering, but some days it’s not so bad. They will know how to burn because they used to be so damn angry. They will know how to put out burning bridges because they were the reason why it was on fire in the first place. They are the forgiven, but also the forgiver. They will know how to pull down stars and say, this shit isn’t as bright as you. They know how to make us feel special without openly saying, I love you. They keep you around, but so do you because like smoke, it lingers and like cancer– fuck it, let’s stick around inside of these lungs and call it art, let’s paint this shit black like the sky, let’s shackle his smile into a cough, I guess that’s why they call it chain smoking. I have met people of all elements. Some made of thin air, their laughter fake, but at the same time… you want to believe that somewhere inside of this soft and light thing, there’s a breath of realness waiting to come out for the first time and you will have sworn… maybe thin air people exist because we all want to breathe the same air with people we can’t love so in between wanting them and them not wanting you back– people like this exist to remind us that even if you aren’t loved by a specific… there’s always an uncertain piece of thin air waiting to take your fucking breath away and my god, they are a dangerous gulp of honesty. I have met people of all elements. Some made from rocks, their touch a reminder of your forgotten childhood. Skip me like a stone, I’d never want to leave your hands unless you threw me far, far away where the fairies came out to sing and the dragons protected princesses. Between a rock and a hard place, their friendship is all you’ll need to go on. You’re a body being tossed into the river, you’re tied to a rock and you’re sinking and sinking and sinking and sinking and you’re fucking drowning to find out if this whole thing was real, it is. Don’t worry. Your friend is there, it’s these thoughts we keep living in. It’s these thoughts we keep breathing in. We sigh and gasp and whisper and cry and live like breathing in small pebbles etched with every name you’ve ever loved… they won’t harm you. Your lungs are just full of rocks and no, you’re not sinking. This is just a dream, this is just a poem. Don’t worry, rocks can become mountains and you’re just a landscape waiting to be painted and I’m just the painter, but I paint pain and this isn’t the same as love, but if you needed to hear about loneliness you can read about my element. I’ve made friends with fire and burned myself alive. I’ve made out with volcanoes and I’m still lava crystallizing near their smiles. I’ve swallowed a whole forest fire to pretend that cigarettes could fix everything that’s wrong with me. I’ve had sex with the dreams steaming and dripping from my dimly lit candles and I swear her moans were little shards of lightning stabbing into my skin, but it isn’t the same as being alive if you wanted to feel more than you wanted to know and the truth is nothing is scarier than reading what you have written past 3 am. I’ve made friends with water and drowned myself with sorrows. I’ve licked the lips of tears and asked, why do you fall when no one plans to fucking catch you? I’ve howled under the moonlight and some nights, baby, I’m still running with the wolves. I have drowned myself inside of liquor and almost died. I have stuffed my noise with fish scales the size of your lies and I swear, nothing is beautiful once you’ve found out that you’re not really all there and some days, you never feel real. I have seen rainfall look like people and I have seen hurricanes that never got named because what’s more painful than seeing people as natural disasters… I’m a mess and I’ve used my thoughts as a mop, but this vomit of words still get caught in my throat and I’ve gagged your name because I’m sick of missing you. Some people remind us of water and remember… we can’t live with or without them. We’re made up of water, so it’s no surprise that those type of people are needed. They exist inside of you, once you’ve had a taste of what’s truly scary– when they’ve cried and those tears were as much yours. You’re so fucked. You’re so fucked. You’re so fucked. I have made friends with steel. An iron fist meant to protect me. Shield my hands from all the pain and hold my fingertips as I write this poem. You’re anxious. You’re antsy. You’re blunt. You’re sharp. You’re dull. You’re everything that metal should be, so it’s no wonder that you’ve become my armor. I’m the knight and you’re the sword. I’m the fallen and you’re the back wound. I’m the devil and you’re the pitch fork. I’m the guitar and you’re the chords. I’m the earth and you’re my precious metals being dug up. I’m the last time you’ll ever need to feel because if it’s pointed next to your head, you can pull the fucking trigger. You’re burning another hole inside of me, don’t worry lighters have never hurt me. I have seen people break, but little did they know. They’re only a little bent, bend it backwards. They’re only damaged, buy a new one. They’re only a little broken, but I wouldn’t fix a thing. No, you should never fix a thing about you. You’re beautiful just the way you are. I’ve made friends with smoke and I’m fine with the flames sitting inside of my chest. I’m fine with candles. I’m fine with forest fires. I’m fine as long you’re here. I’m fine if this is the garage. I’m fine if you’re the car. I’m fine if you’re on. I’m fine if you’re fine. I’m fine. I will never choke. It’s just a little co2. It won’t kill me. It’s just smoke and we all need a break or two. I’ve made friends with thieves. They stole a few mentioned breaths, but the ones I never speak about. The ones they’ll never hear about. Those are my worries because my god, I’m airy and I’m thoughtless and I’m careless and I’m worried that you’ll never be mine again. I can’t hold you, no, I can’t hold you. I’m still inside of you like how you’re inside of me. I’m breathing in your worries as if you were the last inhaler and I’m dying to find a cure for these lungs. I’m dying to sing us to bed. I’m dying to read this poem. I’m dying to write it. I’ve made friends with mountains. I have, I have. Some people become our homes. Some people become our mountains. Some people live like so and can you really not love them? They are more than you’ll understand, but they do as landscape does… They are what they are to simply be as how nature dictated them to be and if you couldn’t love them, don’t worry, you will one day. My element? I don’t have one, but if I did. It would be words. I’m of clouds, some grey, some white. I’m rainfall barely tapping on your window. I’m a sunrise you looked past because a red bird flew past your car. I’m the passion you’ve sworn to not believe. I’m the moon smiling down on your night, it’s been a long one, hasn’t it? I’m an echo of please, just stay. I’m nothing new and this is nothing that hasn’t been said before. I’m just empty words from a mindless poet who has been loving for a decade to find out that pouring myself into the ocean is fucking useless because who can love like I can. I’m just an element that doesn’t exist, so I made myself into something that lives inside of your head and if you ever need reassurance–
—  You’re my element.

student activist vanessa thinks that carolina is attentively taking notes but actually she is just doodling sketches of kimball in a notebook

Keep Quiet

A/N: Not a request…but I couldn’t get this out of my head and had to write it. Oh and it’s a smut, featuring Simon D.

“Do you like it?” I slid open the curtain to the fitting room and showed my boyfriend the dress I picked out. He smiled and twirled his finger signaling me to do a spin for him. I did as he asked, a bit too fast causing the dress to fly up and reveal my lace pink panties. I embarrassingly laughed and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Stepping back into the fitting room I reached for the curtain and locked eyes with my boyfriend. His tongue slid over his bottom lip leaving a glossy glaze in its path. “I-I’m gonna try on the other one.” My breath faltered as his eyes undressed me. I closed the curtain and looked at my reflection in the mirror once more. My cheeks were flushed from just the gaze of his eyes.

I slowly slipped out of the dress and held it up checking the price of it once more. Nodding to myself, I hung it back on the hanger and reached for the next option. From the corner of my eye I saw fingers bunch the curtain up and a figure slip inside. I immediately covered my bare body with the dress I held in my hands as I turned to face the figure.

“What are you doing?” I whispered meeting the eyes of my boyfriend.

“Shh.” He pressed a finger to his lips while inching towards me. His steps stopped when my back hit the wall of the fitting room.

“Kiseok, you can’t—“He leaned down his lips hovering over mine as he stared into my eyes.

“Why’d you wear these today?” He whispered as his fingers ghosted down the side of my torso and to the hem of my panties. I shrugged as my eyes darted around the small room. “You don’t know?” I shook my head and pouted my lips not sure of how else to answer. He placed his hand firmly on waist and brushed his lips against mine.

“Kiseok.” I murmured softly. His tongue outlined my bottom lip before taking it between his and suck on it. Kiseok bent his knee and wedged itself between my legs making a home beneath my core. I took a deep breath as he rubbed his knee against my clothed slit.

“Miss?” The sales clerk announced herself stepping in front of my fitting room’s curtain.

“Ye-yeah.” I cleared my throat trying to sound as normal as possible. Kiseok smiled going for my neck as he continued to grind his knee over my core. The dress slipped from my hands as I gripped his shoulders tightly.

“Did the size of that dress work out okay?” The kind sales clerk was attentive, which normally I would like, but not in this situation. Kiseok’s teeth grazed over the skin on my neck as he began to suck on various parts.

“Y-yeah,” I purred, “it worked out great.”

“Oh…okay. Then I’ll grab some similar dresses for you to try on.”

“Mh, take your time.” I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth trying to suppress another moan. Kiseok’s hands trailed up by back and to my bra fumbling around with the clasp. I arched my back a bit giving him better access to unhook my bra. He pulled back smiling as he pulled the straps down from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His lips immediately took my stiff bud into his mouth as his tongue made circles around it. Kiseok’s hand gripped my other breast squeezing that bud between his fingers. I moved my hips grinding my core against his knee. I felt his lips twist into a smile as his teeth gently tugged at my bud.

He slid his knee down and placed his foot back firmly on to the floor. I pouted meeting his eyes as he chuckled and met my lips. He softly kissed me before placing his hands on my waist and turning me to face the wall. Kiseok pressed his throbbing bulge against my ass as his fingers ghosted up my thighs and to the top of my panties. He slipped his finger under the hem and backed away as he slid them down allowing me to remove one leg at a time. Placing my hands against the wall I turned my head slightly and wiggled my ass as he unbuckled his pants. He smiled watching me and began to slide his pants down to his ankles painfully slow. I whimpered begging him to hurry. Kiseok chuckled once more and dropped his boxers as his thick hard cock sprung up.

I watched him inch towards me again placing his hands on my waist as his cock settled between my round cheeks. He thrust himself forward and back causing a friction between his warm cock and my cheeks. I bit my bottom lip waiting in anticipation for him to enter me. I stood on my tippy toes raising my hips a bit higher, urging him to slide through my passage.

“You have to be quiet.” He warned. I nodded my head watching as he licked the palm of his hand and stroked his cock before guiding it to my entrance. He placed his hand back on my waist as he stepped forward some more slipping into my wet entrance. He groaned softly as his cock twitched against my walls. I placed my forehead against the wall bracing myself for his movement. Kiseok’s hands fluttered up my torso to grip my breast as he slid his length out and back in again.

His hand massaged my breasts as his thrusts became more powerful. I was thankful the music drowned out the sound of our skin slapping together, but it wouldn’t hide my moans if this continued. I threw my head back and grinded my ass against him while keeping his pace. My lips parted and a soft moan escaped. Kiseok’s thrusts stopped as he placed his hand over my mouth and push me closer to the wall.

“Shh.” I nodded softly. He chuckled slide his other hand under my thigh and lifting it against the wall. Kiseok’s thrusts started off small easing me back into a steady pace. I licked his hand as his fingers curled and rubbed my lips. My lips parted taking two of his fingers into my mouth and softly sucking on them. He grinded his hips swirling his warm thick cock inside my core. His wet fingers left my mouth and trailed down my body meeting my swollen clit as he began to massage gently.

“Oh, my God.” I whispered as I placed a hand over the one that was teasing my throbbing clit. His wet plump lips kissed the back of my neck before the tip of his tongue began making random trails. He gripped my thigh tighter as his thrusts increased. My walls began to clench around his cock and he knew I was headed towards my peak. Determined to join me, his full length thrust in and out of my core causing the wetness to drip to the floor. I felt the muscles in his hand working faster at my swollen clit to help push me over the edge.

I brought my other hand to my lips taking in my finger between my teeth trying to silence my moans. He groaned a bit louder as his cock began throbbing against my clenched walls. I dropped my head shivering as I dissolved in pleasure. His hand left my pulsing clit and gripped my waist. Kiseok quivered as his pulsing cock released its seed through my core. His hand released my thigh and found its way to my waist. He shuddered slowly removing his cock from my sopping entrance. His cock twitched dripping our juices onto the floor as he stumbled back and sat on the small corner seat in the fitting room. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor still catching my breath.

Turning to Kiseok, he had placed the back of his head on the mirror and was steadying his breath. My eyes trailed down and saw his thick glossy cock coated in our juices. I crawled over to him and kneeled between his legs. He shifted and met my eyes watching me to see my next move. I took him in my hand spreading our juices up and down his shaft. His tongue danced over his bottom lip as he steadily watched me. I leaned in kissing his tip softly and stroking his full length. My lips parted taking just his tip in and swirled my tongue around it.

I began stroking him faster making him moan as he tangling his fingers in my hair. I removed my hand from his shaft and adjusted myself. Meeting his eyes, I gave him approval making him smile softly. Kiseok gripped a chunk of my hair and guided my head down further. I placed my hands on his thighs and lifted my butt from my legs. His other hand tangled in my hair as he bobbed my head up and down his length. Trying to remember to breathe through my nose, I moaned softly engulfing his cock with vibrations.

“Fuck.” He murmured before he thrust his hips up to push his cock to the back of my throat. I whimpered as his thrust collided with the bobbing of my head. His cock twitched as I tightened my cheeks around him. Kiseok lifted my head pulling his cock out with a loud pop sound. I wiped the saliva from my mouth with the back of my hand as my other stroked his shaft. “Fuck.” He groaned tightening his grip in my hair. I felt his cock pulse in my palm as his seed squirted onto my lips. Closing my eyes I continued to stroking his throbbing member as another burst squirted onto my cheek. I moaned softly slowing my strokes as his grip loosened in my hair.

My lips parted and my tongue lapped up his seed that clung to my lips. Kiseok smiled wiping the cum from my cheek with his finger and held it to my lips. I met his satisfied eyes and took his finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his finger making sure it was clean before popping it out. Standing up I searched the small room for my lace panties.

“I have those other dresses for you.” The sales clerk returned.

“That’s fine. I’m in love with the one I already have.” I turned my head slightly and winked at Kiseok making him smile.


The bass could be felt through the walls. Luke could feel it through his fingertips as they dragged along the faded wallpaper. A grin had settled upon his lips as glazed eyes scanned the room he entered. He spied a familiar face, one that he didn’t know so well, but nevertheless he approached her. “Octavia, is it?” he asked before leaning against the wall beside her, turning just slightly so he could watch her as they spoke. “Luke..” he greeted without being asked, holding out his hand to shake hers as his infamous grin spread again on his features. 

His tall figure had a shadow that stood behind him, unbeknownst to the curly headed Luke. The shadow stayed silent, his eyes not on the brunette that the other male was keen on speaking to, but on Luke himself. As if he was the only one in the room that mattered. 

Swallow (Flash Fiction #337)

She opened her mouth and he did too.

His tongue slipped between her lips, their wetness glazing red skin. A taste of copper soured her cherry breath. It would have bothered, or repulsed, any other girl. But, not her.

She was used to this. And to what happened next.

They came. Small things, wet and writhing and alive, fell into her. They squirmed in her warmth. Hundreds of them made her their home, filling every crevice and space. They squeezed under her lower jaw, between teeth, wherever they could. She felt their invasion.

He held her hands in his own. She couldn’t move away. He pressed his cold, flaking lips against her own. He shared with her his children. His love.

Soon, her mouth was full and teeming at the brim of overflowing. Cheeks bulged. They moved.

He pulled away from her, gazing down into her eyes and gasping for breath. Waiting. The woman still felt his seeds’ wriggling. Other girls would have vomited them out at the first taste. But, not her. She didn’t care. She was brave that night.

She winked and swallowed his warm, sticky maggots.

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And there at the edge of that black rushing water he lay, insensate jabbering spewing from frozen lips, his eyes glazed and staring wide at the equally unending cold dark of the night with stars invisibly swallowed by clouds overhead. Labored breathing finally pushed blood through vein and feeling started to return to him but it was by no means a blessing. The burning heat of his own body tore through him and he doubled over in the dirt racked with pain. He screamed against the feeling as though he could frighten it away, some weak scavenger struck to flee upon realizing its prey still had fight left in it.