my heart be steele


“You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.
I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.
“And here are the flowers”

I’m going to start 2017 with an apology to all of you… I’m sorry if I never made it to your requests or if I openly said no… I’m only human. I don’t have all of the answers. Shit. I barely understand why I function while depressed– a force of habit, a force of nature. I know that if you religiously read my poetry… you’re probably hurting somewhere that I’ve reached. Do you want to know the truth? I’m not really in love with anyone anymore. The core of my poetry… the driving force of my very being is love… I mean we’ve all been bad lovers, right? We all have to start somewhere. I just had to start with my broken heart and her broken heart. We wanted to be steel for one another– not realizing that we left our hearts to be guarded behind sand castle walls… these ocean tears fucking ripped through us… those veins that we pressed into the sun only answers to the moon… we experience heartache and love on different terms and levels… you don’t get a game over screen. You don’t get to save the good parts. You age. The feelings will fade. The love will simmer down. It’ll always hurt, but not as badly as the initial impact of the first kiss. My darlings. Anons. Followers. Invisible readers. Writers. Poets. Lovers. My ghosts. My past. My present. My future. We bleed into this life, while blending in with these emotions. It’s 2017. I still don’t have all of the answers. Maybe… I never did. My poetry attracts the broken, the damaged, the poisoned, the angered, the lonely, the depression, the drug addicts, the music lovers, the word lovers, the torn, the gone, the lost, the forever in my 20’s so fuck everything as long as you love me, I’ll be okay mentality, the this shit only hurts when 4 pm and 4 am kisses each other into I’ll sleep when the sun is out and lay awake while the moon dances on your eyes… I don’t have the answers… I don’t… but I’m learning how to love myself… and this will always be my first answer.

Bring Me The Horizon // Deathbeds *just my edit*


so lately i’ve been super obsessed with this beautiful yet terribly underrated gem of an rpg…………. .. .expect this to be all i talk about for the next couple of weeks!! ;; all i can say is i wasn’t expecting to be in so tragically and hopelessly deep ha ha ha,,,  save  me rip

Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 2 Sc 1

Upon hearing of the plan, Demetrius chases the lovers into the woods, trying to regain his bride. Helena, smitten, follows him. Little do they know that magic is afoot, and a certain Faery has been watching them the whole while.


so stop following me around. Where are Lysander and beautiful Hermia? You told me they escaped into this forest. And here I am, going crazy in the middle of the woods because I can’t find my Hermia. 

Helena: You attract me to you, you cruel magnet! But you must not attract iron, because my heart is as true as steel. 

Do I speak to you kindly? 

Helena: I mean…Yes, but that makes me love you even more. I’m your little dog, Demetrius. 

The more you beat me, the more I’ll love you. Just let me follow behind you, even though I’m not good enough for you. Could I ask for a worse place in your heart than to be treated as you would treat a dog? And yet I would consider it an honor to be your dog..

 You’re risking your reputation by leaving the city and stalking someone who doesn’t love you. Standing around alone in a deserted area in the middle of the night isn’t the best way to protect your virginity.

Helena: The wildest animal isn’t as cruel as you are. Run whenever you want to. The story of Daphne and Apollo will be changed:the lustful god Apollo runs away from the virginal nymph Daphne who pursues him,, and the gentle deer tries to hunt down the tiger—speed is useless when the cowardly person chases and the brave person runs away…

Or if you follow me, you’d better understand that I’ll do something terrible to you in the forest..

Helena: You already hurt me! Shame on you, Demetrius!

 Your behavior is an insult to all women. We cannot fight for love as men can. We should be pursued and courted. We weren’t made to do the pursuing!

Helena: I’ll follow you and turn this hell I’m in into a kind of heaven. It would be heavenly to be killed by someone I love so much.

Watching from above, the King of the Fae sits idle, having sent away his most eager sprite on an errand of grave importance. His heart is moved for the young woman.

Oberon: Goodbye, nymph. Before he leaves this part of the forest, you’ll change places: you’ll be the one running away, and he’ll be in love with you…

Enter Puck

Do you have the flower?

 Titania, my wife, sleeps there sometimes at night, lulled to sleep among the flowers by dances and other delights. Snakes shed their skin there, and the shed skin is wide enough to wrap a fairy in. I’ll put the juice of this flower on Titania’s eyes, and fill her with horrible delusions and desires. (he gives ROBIN part of the flower) You take some of it too, and look around in this part of the forest. A sweet Athenian lady is in love with a young man who wants nothing to do with her. Put some of this flower’s juice on his eyes, and make sure to do it in such a way that the next thing he sees will be the lady. You’ll be able to tell it’s him because he’s wearing Athenian clothes. Do it carefully, so that he’ll end up loving her more than she loves him. And then make sure to meet me before the rooster’s first crow at dawn.