or a dip in the ocean

Memrise
Frank Ocean
Memrise

I memorized the wayward expressions
Never look down
Never let you see me down
I memorized the way no directions
Can I come over now
I’d like to stay a little while
I memorized your body exposed
I could fuck you all night long
From a memory alone

I never forget a face
Don’t go plastic on me
Nothing’s set in stone
You’re not dipped in gold
Dipped in gold
You can’t breathe if you’re dipped in gold
You are not on paper
You are not a copy
You’re so, you’re so..so thick, so thick

The signs in the middle of the night aesthetic
  • Aries: Walking down a dim street with the few people clearing out of work, you can hear far away chatter and music from bars, the feeling of being alive and human is so prominent you feel like dancing in the street, in the silence and far away background noise.
  • Taurus: Laying on a picnic blanket with a pet of some sort, watching the stars twinkle above, hearing the crickets all around you the way the trees are softly blowing, there is not a care in the world in your body at that moment.
  • Gemini: Eating ice cream at a 24 hour burger joint, watching the few people trickle in and out, the heaviness of night upon you, a flickering light across from you and the sweet giggles of a couple next to you, you've never felt happier sitting outside eating ice cream.
  • Cancer: At the beach, your feet dip in the sand and the stars lighting the world up, you can hear the ocean so clearly as though it got louder for you, every now and then it brushes against your toes and leaving you warm and content in this world.
  • Leo: Out with friends, standing outside of a club or a party, with the streets bright with lamps and the folk around outside drinking and talking loudly, the music indoors trickles out and the fresh cool air feels soft and sweet, and you feel entirely at ease.
  • Virgo: Perched on a rooftop with the wind blowing your hair everywhere and the coolness of night taking your whole body over, you can hear a wolf howling in the distance, but otherwise the world is silent and for once you feel so quiet and peaceful.
  • Libra: On a boat with a lover and the water is still and the moon is bright and heavy over you, you feel dewy and new and the air is moist and yet cold, you can smell the last rain and the world feels so clear and beautiful.
  • Scorpio: Laying in the middle of an empty road, music buzzing around somewhere far off and your eyes glued to the deep blue sky, feeling the hard ground below and the chill in your body from the delight of being out in the night, immersed in the sky.
  • Sagittarius: Sitting on a patio with a friend, wrapped in a giant blanket swapping crazy stories back and forth and feeling the warmth in the pit of your stomach from friendship, the moon lighting your faces and giving you the feel of eerie peace.
  • Capricorn: Sitting in a soft chair letting the moon light your face, feeling the relaxation of not doing anything, the sweet crisp air coming in from your open window and the absolute peace that flows through your body.
  • Aquarius: Drawing with glow in the dark chalk, on the middle of an empty road, creating a masterpiece for the world to see, humming along with crickets in the bushes and feel ease and comfort and loving to have a little time alone, and not caring a bit about what the rest of the world is doing.
  • Pisces: Snuggled in bed with a giant pillow and unable to sleep because the moon is so wide and bright and your eyes are glued to it, the beautiful stars winking at you and the happy feeling of being included in the night, of almost being a part of the skies show. The dancing stars and the glowing moon, and there you are included in it all.
Mom, my depression is a shape shifter.
One day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear,
The next, it’s the bear.
On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone.
I call the bad days: “the Dark Days.”
Mom says, “Try lighting candles.”
When I see a candle, I see the flesh of a church, the flicker of a flame,
Sparks of a memory younger than noon.
I am standing beside her open casket.
It is the moment I learn every person I ever come to know will someday die.
Besides Mom, I’m not afraid of the dark.
Perhaps, that’s part of the problem.
Mom says, “I thought the problem was that you can’t get out of bed.”
I can’t.
Anxiety holds me a hostage inside of my house, inside of my head.
Mom says, “Where did anxiety come from?”
Anxiety is the cousin visiting from out-of-town depression felt obligated to bring to the party.
Mom, I am the party.
Only I am a party I don’t want to be at.
Mom says, “Why don’t you try going to actual parties, see your friends?”
Sure, I make plans. I make plans but I don’t want to go.
I make plans because I know I should want to go. I know sometimes I would have wanted to go.
It’s just not that fun having fun when you don’t want to have fun, Mom.
You see, Mom, each night insomnia sweeps me up in his arms dips me in the kitchen in the small glow of the stove-light.
Insomnia has this romantic way of making the moon feel like perfect company.
Mom says, “Try counting sheep.”
But my mind can only count reasons to stay awake;
So I go for walks; but my stuttering kneecaps clank like silver spoons held in strong arms with loose wrists.
They ring in my ears like clumsy church bells reminding me I am sleepwalking on an ocean of happiness I cannot baptize myself in.
Mom says, “Happy is a decision.”
But my happy is as hollow as a pin pricked egg.
My happy is a high fever that will break.
Mom says I am so good at making something out of nothing and then flat-out asks me if I am afraid of dying.
No.
I am afraid of living.
Mom, I am lonely.
I think I learned that when Dad left how to turn the anger into lonely —
The lonely into busy;
So when I tell you, “I’ve been super busy lately,” I mean I’ve been falling asleep watching Sports Center on the couch
To avoid confronting the empty side of my bed.
But my depression always drags me back to my bed
Until my bones are the forgotten fossils of a skeleton sunken city,
My mouth a bone yard of teeth broken from biting down on themselves.
The hollow auditorium of my chest swoons with echoes of a heartbeat,
But I am a careless tourist here.
I will never truly know everywhere I have been.
Mom still doesn’t understand.
Mom! Can’t you see that neither can I?
—  “Explaining My Depression to My Mother: A Conversation” by Sabrina Benaim
  • some reviewers: ugh i hate purple prose
  • me, sinking into the viscous pool of purple prose like a spoon dipped into honey, like a tear falling into a puddle, swimming through it like some nightmare fish of the deep who knows nothing except that it is darkness and mystery and strangeness and that it belongs here in the depths of the blue and violet sea, safe from the endless lapping waves above and the sunlight that sparks and flares on their tips, lighting the azure ocean into an endless expanse of jewels: can't relate
The signs as different sapphics
  • Aries: Space sapphic. Finding galxies in her eyes. Traveling at the speed of light, through a million galxies just to see her smile. Giving her a piece of the moon to keep in her bedside table. She thinks of you everytime the stars come out.
  • Taurus: Garden sapphic. Leaving freshcut flowers on her doorstep every summer. Planting flowers with her every spring. You weed your garden together, and your fingertips graze each other's.
  • Gemini: Moon sapphic. Staying up late with her. Connecting the freckles on her skin to make constellations. The moonlight streams in from her window, and you can't tear your eyes away from her sleeping face.
  • Cancer: Ocean sapphic. Tasting the salt on her skin. Skinny dipping by the light of the moon. Giving her rocks that you find on the ocean floor. Splashing her and melting when she giggles.
  • Leo: Summer sapphic. Laying in the front yard with her, tanning. Walking down to the ice cream parlor and feeding her a sundae. Watching storms roll over the horizon with her.
  • Virgo: Cafe sapphic. Waiting for her with her favorite drink ready. Studying together and rewarding each other's hard work with a kiss. Surprising her at work with a cup of coffee when she can't make a coffee date.
  • Libra: Artsy sapphic. Painting a portrait of her. Going on museum dates and thinking she's the most valuable piece of art anywhere you go. Asking her to pose nude for you, and you try not to blush too much or look for too long. Reenacting that scene from Ghost with the pottery wheel.
  • Scorpio: Vintage sapphic. Only touching in private. Everyone thinks you're just friends, but you two know better. Putting on her favorite record and slow dancing in your living room.
  • Sagittarius: Sun sapphic. Lazy mornings with her. Riding bikes and laughing too loud. Rubbing aloe and kissing her sunburn. Kissing all of her freckles.
  • Capricorn: Forest sapphic. Climbing a tree and leaning down across a branch to kiss her. Walking through the woods and protecting her from the spiders or bugs. Collecting different leaves and telling her all about the trees.
  • Aquarius: Winter sapphic. Cuddling with her on a winter night, underneath a quilt. Making her hot chocolate and kissing her cold forehead. Frolicking around in the first snowfall.
  • Pisces: Bookstore sapphic. Your eyes meet in between the bookshelves. You read her excerpts from your favorite book. You leave handwritten poems in her favorite books, she finds them every time. Sharing a kiss by the romance section.
Be More Chill Headcanons 3

- After the SQUIP incident Jeremy instantly assumed that Rich wasn’t his friend any more and would go back to bullying him.

- Rich felt the opposite and assumed they’d be even closer friends so one day Rich slapped Jeremy’s back and yelled “Hello Jeremy Queer!!”

- Jeremy was instantly afraid of being bullied over that but no Rich Just Knew The Truth

- Everyone assumes that Jake gives the piggy backs but then Rich shows up out of no where and sweeps him off his feet
- The entire crew makes “don’t move to New Jersey” jokes a lot

- For one of their first dates boyf riends thought they had to do something big and special because Dating God says so. So they went to Wild Woods board walks

- It wasn’t terrible, they walked around, went on rides, bought matching t-shirts, and Jeremy screamed when he dipped his toe into the ocean cuz it was so fucking cold

- But it was pricy, both boys were broke at the end, so now they have simple dates with big ones far between

- “No way, not in my good Christian home.” “Your Jewish, Jeremy”

- Christine sees flowers growing in cracks and get so excited she always stops and takes a picture

- Christine has a photo album on her phone of just things that look nice, she’s very proud of it

- After a while the gang starts using jokes to cope with the SQUIP incident, whenever they fuck something up they said “sorry my SQUIP told me to” “oh did your SQUIP say to do that huh?”

- Michael is very concerned

- Mr Rayes’ SQUIP looked like a giant hot pocket with a mouth

- Rich is the kinda guy who will bite in a fight

- Christine literally snorted in the middle of very quiet homeroom when she heard the line “everything is legal in New Jersey” from Hamilton for the first time

- Jeremy sucks at keeping secrets

- This led to him, after mending their friendship, telling Brooke that Chloe was jealous of her

- Brooke confronted her about it, because “wth Chloe you’re beautiful bby I’m jealous of you” and Chloe ended up confessing “ok so maybe like? I like you? In a not straight way”

- Even before they were dating, anytime someone called Chloe and Brooke the cutest bffs Rich would lean over and say “they’re lesbians Harold”

- One time Michael and Jeremy cried in a Dave and Busters because they saw a giant Rock Em Sock Em and a game for Luigi’s mansion

- Chloe is the friend who drives up to your house unexpected and keeps beeping the horn until you come downstairs.

- She doesn’t give a shit if you’re half naked, “get in loser we’re going shopping”

- Christine has a lazy eye that she can control, sometimes she moves her eye away during photos

- Jenna goes around and does everyone’s nails with colors she thinks suits them, she’ll even do them in the middle of class

- Jenna once painted everyone’s nails in their pride colors and it was amazing

- “Ok so I need to tell you all something but it’s a secret so-” “don’t tell Jenna, got it”

- They all fight over Android vs Apple, it becomes a bloody war, friendships are ruined

- Rich will do any dare you tell him to and it’s scary

- Jake and rich leave really gay notes and presents in each other’s locker

- Jeremy’s locker is literally just a garbage stash, he carries his backpack

- Michael once left weed in his locker by accident (he didn’t mean to bring it to school, he’s a good egg) and it fell out when he opened it and the heart attack he had nearly killed him

- Christine has the decked out locker that has decorations and is overly neat and constantly smells like perfume

- Jenna has stacks of magazines, money, and ten make up bags in her locker, she has all her heavy text books in there

- Rich’s locker is a fucking mess don’t go in there unless you want to be taken to the forsaken school maze of papers from freshman year and moldy snacks

- Jake has so much sports shit in there that everyone tells him he needs a second locker

- Brooke never locks her locker, and she leaves valuable stuff in there sometimes but nope she just lets it all be free for the taking. Yet no one takes

- No one takes because Chloe is right next to her locker, and there’s a rumor Chloe has a knife in hers.

- The rumor is a lie of course, but Chloe doesn’t mind it, so she opens her locker very suspiciously

Working with Water

Originally posted by water-aesthetics

Air rules me but so does water. I am split down the middle between the two. Water is chaotic and memorizing, and there is much you can do because it is one of the two elements that you can actually touch. Just like my other post, Working with Air, we will be exploring different ways that  you can connect more deeply with water. Enjoy dearies! 

Here is a list of different ways to work with water: 

  • We must drink water to survive, so when you are about to grab a glass of water (whether purified, tap, or bottled) before you pour it in your glass or before opening your bottle, enchant it by holding your hands around the glass/bottle (with your eyes closed or open) then say something along the lines as “I am one with the running waters of the Earth.” 
  • Go to the beach. Collect seashells, rocks, and sand. Dip yourself in the ocean. Feel the powerful waves crash against you. NOTE: Be careful of any animals that live within the ocean, be respectful. Don’t collect anything that can be harmful for your health or illegal. EX. feathers
  • Showers are powerful. If you are one who likes to take showers in the morning, imagine the water energizing you for the day ahead and see yourself conquering all that lies before you. If you are one who likes to take showers at night, imagine the water rinsing off to cleanse you from long day you had and see yourself washing away everything so you are fresh and new. No matter what time you take a shower, allow the water to freshen up your spirits. 
  • Baths are very calming and relaxing. When one cannot go to the beach, this is an excellent way to substitute. Fill the tub, surround yourself with blue/purple candles, seashells, and crystals that relate to water. Put in herbs or essential oils within your bath to connect you to the ocean waves of the deep, vast blue. Bonus, you can put on ocean sound music to set the mood. NOTE: Do your research, do not put in herbs or oils that are harmful to your health. Do not put crystals around the tub if they can be toxic or if they deteriorate in water. Your health is always most important.  
  • When it is raining, go outside and let the rain fall upon you. Close your eyes and let the water cleanse your being. Then if you would like, play. Splash in puddles, run around. Enjoy yourself. 
  • Make a sigil that means “I connect with the waters of the deep, beautiful sea.” or something along the lines. (Again, I am not a sigil maker but something I would like to include for others who are) Wear the sigil on you as you go to the beach or are working at your water altar.    
  • Make a special water altar, preferably facing west. Fill it with mermaid items, chalices, colors of dark blues and purples, seashells, etc.    
  • Research mermaids. Merpeople swim in the deep depths of the sea. They are beautiful, alluring, and mysterious. Unfortunately, I haven’t found any sources on how to communicate with them so here is a small list of ways I have personally used to connect with them.
    • Go to the beach, sit in front of the water and sing. Whether it is a mermaid song (like Jolly Sailor Bold) or your all time favorite song, just sing your heart out. If others are around you on the beach, sing quietly or have your headphones in. If you are alone, then sing as loud as you want. 
    • Collect seawater in a jar, then when you get home make an oil using essential oils and herbs that mermaids love. Then before you go to sleep, take a small inhale, then fall asleep. Let the mermaids come to you in your dreams. NOTE: Do your research, do not use oils that will harm your health. This is more for aroma, not placing on your skin. 
    • While you are at the beach, leave the mermaids small offerings that you feel they would enjoy. NOTE: Do not leave anything that is harmful to our environment, like jars filled with items. Be respectful to our Earth. 
    • If you cannot go to the beach, take a bath and surround yourself with mermaid items; like statues, mirrors, seashells, etc. Fill the bath with herbs and oils that relate to merpeople then while you are bathing, sing. Look in the mirror if you would like, allow yourself to become one with them. NOTE: I don’t really care that I repeat myself so often but for real, do you research. Do not use herbs or oils that will harm your health.
    • Be careful as you would communicating with any kind of spirit. Protect yourself and be respectful while you contact. 

Elements: 

Air
Earth
Fire

Castaway

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongin (Kai)

Rating: NC-17 (description of plane crash, explicit sex)

Word Count: 7,950

Summary: A plane crash leaves you stranded, somewhere deep in the Pacific Ocean. Your only company is Kim Jongin - though whether this is better than being alone, you still haven’t decided.

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Oceans in Your Eyes | M

↳ “You don’t even know my name, yet, you want to take me out?” You raised an eyebrow, looking into the eyes of the adamant man as you rolled yours, “as if.”

Précis; Shattered seashells, slithering seaweed and dusty speckles of sand laid around the vast expanse of crystal waters — yet, he only goes to the beach to see you.

Note: This fic is my enemy, we fist faught numerous times, *whispers* im rusty bewar e. | Words ➳ 16.8k

Genre & Warnings: Fluff and humor. Just something soft with a side of light smut, hehe. | lifeguard au


The sun was brimming with light, blasting it’s heat towards the crystal waters as the ocean waves danced against one another. The fresh scent of salt and fish wafted within the air as it smashed your ability to breathe, the seagulls screeching from time to time and the palm trees dipping their heads towards the ground, shivering from the incandescent breeze. From your podium, you watched the many teenagers scream and laugh, chattering about as they were all having a good time until your eyes landed on a couple; eating to their heart’s content as your stomach screamed in envy, wanting to be fed immediately.

But that was just impossible.

Clad in your red swimwear, your skin shimmered with sunscreen, trying to bask in the sunlight while you looked around in hopes that no one was dying or being washed away within the tides all in the while trying to ignore your hunger. You didn’t even know how to swim well yourself, and saving people’s lives weren’t really your forte but with your piggy bank slowly puking everything out before you could even notice — not working and becoming a lazy being eating chips on the couch with no human interaction wasn’t even an option. You needed cash, you needed to have a great summer whether you became a stripper or found work in a bookstore, but with jobs swallowing every other person whole, being whatever you were -you refused to even say the word- was your last resort.

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stages of being on tumblr:

Stage 1: I like this! Very creative! Safe space! I don’t see what the whole fuss about being addicted to Tumblr is tbh.

Stage 2: There’s just… I mean…. there’s definitely some discourse but it’s a nice platform. And that art’s great!

Stage 3: SWEET JESUS I HATE THIS THING AND ITS JUST GOTTEN WORSE MY GOD SOMEONE TAKE IT AWAY SOMEONE KILL IT BUT ALSO THERE’S NEW ART AND OH LOOK A FIC WAIT I HAVE HOMEWORK BUT I NEED TO POST AND THAT PERSON IS TOO HOT OH MY GOD WAIT THERE’S BLOGS DEDICATED TO THEM AND HELP ME THIS HAS STRIPPED AWAY THE MANGLED REMAINS OF MY WILLPOWER AND I NEED TO GET OFF OF TUMBLR!!!!!!!!!

Stage 4: Me? I’ve accepted my fate. But you should run while you still can.

anonymous asked:

Could you explain why shipping Nico with girls is homophobic? I'm not actually a part of the LGBT community, but I would genuinely, sincerely like to hear from a queer person's experience/perspective as to why it is considered offensive. I realise the LGBT community barely gets any representation- is this the reason why? I know you probably already got a lot of messages regarding this, so I totally understand if you choose to ignore it, but an explanation would be really helpful :3

When it comes to minority representation there are certain boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. You don’t draw a black character as white, you don’t write a character that has a physical disability as able-bodied (if any of this language is ableist please let me know), and you don’t hc a canon gay character as bi or straight.

One thing straight people seem to have a hard time understanding is that it’s so drastically different to hc a straight character as not-straight than to hc a gay character as being attracted to the opposite/different sex. Being gay (or bi) is a part of us intrinsically. It literally shapes who we are as people, how we perceive the world around us and how we interact with it. It molds our experience in a way a straight cis person could never understand. You simply can’t extract the gay from a character and have them be the same, especially with Nico bc his sexuality was explicitly shown to be a pivotal part of his character arc and a great source of distress for him. Taking that away leaves you with a hollow shell of what his character should be.

“Well then what if he’s bi” people shout “we don’t know he doesn’t like girls”

It’s so very common to hear this, honestly. People demand so much more proof to believe a character is gay. It’s not good enough that a character only shows interest in the same sex, uses language that implies they don’t have any interest in the opposite sex, and have a story arc that revolves around accepting themselves and dealing with internalized homophobia. Gay characters can’t just be gay. No, they have to scream it from rooftops and repeat it until their throat is soar and their mouth dry.

I’m getting off topic.

“If straight characters can be put in gay ships then why can’t gay characters be put in straight ships”

I once saw an analogy that went vaguely like this:

Imagine you have a pantry full of candy. In fact, it’s practically bursting at the seams, candy is pushing at the door trying to make room for more. And I have a bowl. One bowl of candy. And while your pantry of candy overflows, I pick up a few pieces from the floor and put them in my bowl. You still have a pantry, and I still only have a bowl. But then you take a handful out of my bowl and say it’s only fair, you took some of mine, after all. You don’t notice the candy I took from your pantry because it’s innumerable. But I’m forced to notice the candy you took from my bowl because it was so small to begin with.

It really isn’t a perfect analogy by any means, but maybe it’ll grant some perspective on the fact that straight people are swimming in an ocean of representation but I dip one toe into it and now they demand to swim in my pond.

I’m actually too tired to continue. I’ve been typing this out for awhile, just trying to think of how to explain myself and now it’s 1am and I’m afraid I’m fried but this has been sitting in my inbox for a bit and I want to get it answered. If anyone in the lgbt community would like to elaborate further, please do.

Exoplanets: Strange New Worlds

Super Saturn

Around a distant star 420 light years away is a planet with such huge rings that they’re 200 times larger than the rings of Saturn, J1407b. The rings are about 74,560,000 miles in diameter and contain about as much mass as Earth itself. Gaps in the rings, like we see in Saturn’s rings, are likely created by exomoons orbiting around the planet, clearing out paths between the rings and keeping them distinct.

(Image credit: Ron Miller)

The Planet of Burning Ice

The most remarkable things happen when you push physics to extremes.

Far away in the Gliese star system is a Neptune-sized planet called Gliese 436 b. This world is covered in ice that burns constantly at 822.2˚ Fahrenheit (439˚ C).

The reason why the water doesn’t liquify and then turn into steam is due to the massive gravity of the planet - it exerts so much force on the water that the atoms are bound tightly together as a solid: burning ice.

(Image credit: ABC Science)

The Diamond Planet

At about 7.8 times the mass of Earth, 55 Cancri e is an extremely carbon-rich planet orbiting a carbon-rich star. The intense density of the planet means that about 2/3rds of this planet’s core is made up of diamond. It’s literally a giant diamond (larger than Earth).

(Image credit: CfA)

Tatooine

Hd 188753 Ab is a planet candidate with three suns. That’s more than even Luke Skywalker got! It turns out that binary star systems are actually quite common, however, and there are many worlds out there where the sunsets would happen twice (or more) a day. Maybe one day a lucky couple will sit beneath a pair of setting suns, holding hands as each star dips below the alien horizon.

(Image credit: NASA/Ames Research Center/Kepler Mission)

The Water World (Miller’s Planet?)

GJ 1214b is 42 light years away from Earth. It’s 25% rock surrounded by 75% water. Its surface is an endless ocean not too dissimilar from what you’d see floating on a boat in the middle of the ocean on Earth.

As you go deeper below the surface though, you’d eventually hit ice. The water surrounding the core isn’t ice because of temperature though: the pressure of the water above it is so intense that it crushes the water below from a liquid into a solid form known as “ice VII”.

(Image credit: Found on Kurir)

Earth 2.0

Kepler-438b orbits a star 470 light years away. It receives a similar amount of energy from its sun as does Earth. Its surface temperature is perfect for liquid water. 

On the Earth Similarity Index it’s received a 0.88, the highest score of any world (except of course Earth). Liquid water almost certainly exists there and with it, the best chance for alien life.

This is the sort of planet that makes me wonder when I look up at the stars, if somewhere far away, there isn’t someone looking back.

(Image credit: NASA Ames/SETI Institute/JPL-Caltech)

Tasty* ~ [1/2]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: Reader prepares the last important details of Chris’ thirty-sixth birthday party, but he can only think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate this day with her.
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff/Mild smut
Warnings: build up; mentions of sex/innuendos, Chris being a dork and a butt guy, slight food play/kink, make out session and language!
Author’s Note: I know, Chris’ birthday was yesterday (June 13th), but I actually wrote so much that I had to split this into two parts. The actual smut will be in the last part hopefully up tomorrow. Once again, happy birthday to the Dorito and enjoy! xx

    “Dodger, come here,” you whispered and the dog padded out of the kitchen, stopping at your feet. You bent and patted his back as his tail wagged excitedly.

    Staring back at your reflection in the mirror of the foyer, you smoothed out your dress - the same summer dress you’d wear on your first date with Chris three years ago - and you applied your cranberry lip balm. You weaved a hand through your hair, pushed up your breasts and you picked up the breakfast tray you’d left on the entryway table.

    “What do you think? He’s going to like it, right?” You asked Dodger and laughed at how ridiculous you sounded. My God, I’m talking to a dog.

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    Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 5  A/B/O

    A/N: WOW. So here it is y’all (; part 5! I may or may not have gotten carried away a little, but that’s what happens when i write a/b/o fics lol. I hope y’all like  it! ENJOY! - Delilah (-:

    Warnings: Heavy sexual content. M/F. Swearing. Daddy Kink. Angst. NSFW. (If you’re uncomfortable with this, keep scrolling.)

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    Kiss me until my pieces feel familiar, until the sky breaks into an ocean of stars that only need to be connected to beat in rhythm with our eyes. I don’t heal, I just break into smaller fragments until the sentence I’ve been throwing reaches an altitude my lows can’t chauffeur around. just tell me you love me when winter is defending my cheeks, when autumn isn’t just another season stamping bronze all over my lips. tell me you love me when the ocean is receding into my ribs, when every word I want to read falls off the page and into a reel that hasn’t caught anything but the synopsis of regret. love me when I’m sorry for being sorry, for dipping into the belief in your veins so I can glow under the moon. love me and maybe I’ll stop hoping for you, but I can’t stop missing you. there is no reason for this pain, things just end. and I’ve made peace with our demons, the things we once shared like that one time we were at the beach really late and we didn’t want to go home, maybe we planned to realize how small we were on this lonely planet. as small as the sand between our toes, I could’ve kissed you until we became nothing but bones inside of that frail moment, that tiny fragment of forever is my favorite memory of you. I think a part of me died the day you walked away, do you believe in magic? The heartache you’ve inflicted, I’ve grown from it. That’s magical in its own way. I don’t trust people anymore and that’s not such a bad thing, maybe this is just my way of learning from my intuition. This isn’t love anymore, this is just remembering how to love myself first. It’s ironic really, the best parts of me will blossom from my worst experience of lovelorn. I was born the day we split up, a different me to love a different you even if we don’t talk anymore. It’s not this romantic prance, it’s a sad and lonely dance. It’s not the wolves or the moon, it’s just our tears trying to feel like rain. This one? This is for you and only you. I love you even if I don’t.
    —  The Ate & The Bunso