the lonely butterfly

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 873

Lovely

A/N: Here’s the second and final part to ‘Lovely’ and it’s based on the song ‘Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu’ by the Grammy Award-watching band, The Maine. Enjoy!

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

“JUST SAY HOW YOU FEEL, DAMMIT. YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE!”

Howling in laughter, Bucky squeezed your shoulder as you mumbled obscenities under your breath, clearly frustrated about how your favorite show unraveled before you. Once again, Amy and Jonah dispelled any rumors that they had feelings for one another, continuing the long and grueling torture of true love unspoken. Sure, it was just a show, but you couldn’t help feel so invested in these characters, projecting your life upon theirs and experiencing the emotions they felt.

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if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
This song is for the moments, places, or persons that somehow turn your tongue to stone. Those times when words truly do not possess the power to adequately paint the subject. For me, this was written for an instance when the world was made clear to me for only an instant. When trouble faded into wonder, and I had absolutely no use for the 26 letters I know.
—  John O’Callaghan on Black Butterflies & Déjà Vu
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,

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the maine - black butterflies & deja vu (cover)

this is easily my favorite song by the maine ever. i’m actually in love with it. 

screencap from @kingsmanhart; sorry @ripgalahad. wrote this disaster in like twenty minutes so it’s probably not great but there you go


surprises.

Of all the bad habits Eggsy wants to kick, this one is the worst.

He’s seem to have become fond of the penchant for self-inflicted misery so he’s found himself back in Harry’s bathroom far too many times than we wants to admit. Usually midday, when the sun is golden and shining through the small window–just like the last time Eggsy was able to stand face to face with the man. See him alive.

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