the ocean for you

pidge: guys holy SHIT NASA just found like seven new planets and three of them potentially have oceans do you guys realize what this means????? 

keith: oh… oh holy shit, pidge, pidge there might be-

together: ALIENS!!!!! WE MIGHT!!! FIND!!!!!! ALIENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hunk: um. guys? this is all really cool, and i don’t mean to burst your bubble, but, 

hunk: (gestures to coran and allura & the castle in general)

pidge: (visibly deflating) oh. yeah. i almost forgot about that.

keith: same :/

hunk: how can you forget- keith, you are literally part alien we found this out like last week

And one day you get hurt enough where you realize you don’t need anyone. You never had, but you fell in love, and the very idea of them made your heart light and your head dizzy. You blatantly fell in love with the idea of being loved and it became so cosmic that nothing else mattered. You put so much into that person that your ideal belief became a risk, all for the touch of light in your heart that made you feel cared about. That consumed you. And then you lost yourself in a pair of brown eyes and a heart that didn’t skip a beat at your touch. Then just like dominoes the preexisting thought of that person starts to fade and the way they provided a dose of self-sufficiency became nonexistent. And you became nothing to them. You were dropped like a shell into the ocean and you sank with the full force of gravity pulling you down. The water is over your head now and it’s hard to breathe. It just never made sense why they dropped you, now you’re on the ocean floor looking back up at your old life through a cloudy surface of salt water. The sand is filling you and the salt scratches your throat as you try to scream out for them to come back. But you’re a left behind shell among thousands. That is your first death.

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
I might empty my bank account
And buy that boy a wooden pipe
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
I might, I might
Empty my bank account
And buy that boy a wooden pipe
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
I might

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
Put some spotlight on the side
Whatever comes, comes too clear
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
Put some spotlight on the side
And whatever comes, comes too clear

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
All this jewelry ain’t no use when it’s this dark
This my favorite part, we see the lights, they cut so far
It went too fast, we couldn’t reach it with our arm
Wrist on the wrist, a link of charms, yeah
Player, we’re still in LIncoln Park
It’s like we could dye our own hair
Like we could dye it all blonde, hon’
If we could see in 20-20
Twice we could see it ‘til the end

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Put that spotlight on her face (spotlight)
Put that spotlight on her face (ah, yeah)
We gon’ pipe up and turn up (pipe up)
Mama too hot like a (like what?)
Mama too hot like a furnace (furnace)
I got a hundred G’s in my Goyard (G’s)
My diamond gon’ shine when the lights dark (shine)
You and I’ll take a ride down the boulevard (yeah)
And your friends really wanna break us apart apart
Good lord

[Verse 3: Offset]
Good gracious
Starin’ at my diamonds while I’m hoppin’ out the spaceship
Need your information, take vacation to Malaysia
You my baby, the paparazzi flashin’ crazy
She swallowed the bottle while I sit back and smoke gelato
Walk in my mansion 20 thousand paintings, Picasso
Bitch’ll be dippin’, dabbin’ with niggas like a nacho
Took off her panties, diamonds dancin’ like Rick Ricardo
She havin’ it
When they call her workin’ on The Bachelor
I know you got a past, I got a past, that’s in the back of us
Average, I'ma make a million on the average
I’m ridin’ with no brain, bitch I’m out of it

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
Put some spotlight on the side (ooh, yeah)
Whatever comes, comes too clear
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
Put some spotlight on the side
And whatever comes, comes too clear (I might)

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I might empty my bank account
And buy that boy a wooden pipe
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
I might, I might
Empty my bank account
And buy that boy a wooden pipe
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
I might

void-boy

the world is a shatter-palace, 
and you consider yourself
king of broken windows 
and screams muffled
like murdered stars
in the night. 

here is a list of nothings:

  • blue unblinking eyes
  • lips chafed on massacre mouths
  • a mistake that you cannot seem to unmake 
  • an ocean that’s stealing all the heat you didn’t even know you had left to give
  • a boy whose bones are lies but whose skin is spring
  • a poem, a promise of “always, always, always” gasped between your storm-cellar bodies
  • the word “stay” carved into a gleaming key
  • the incendiary hum of traffic, cold air in the mornings
  • his fish-hook fingers entwined like summer vines with yours 
  • a smile reserved only for you and the night
  • a new city sprawling at your feet, cigarettes and drinks in between

nothing is a form of self-delusion & self-acceptance,
nothing is a secret kept from yourself and
biding your time before death

(nothing is the feel of his calloused
palms caressing your neck)

(nothing is a tear in your reality)

(nothing is forcing you to face your fear of
heights and the drop has never looked so fatal)

it is a static shock that festers like magma
beneath your skin and bleeding
in empty forgotten rooms 

his body is a temple and you get
your hands wet at the altar 

your body is a graveyard
and he raises your dead

he is the sky-high centre of 
your whole world and as
you fall and you fall, 
you are found. 

@korakos 

the best part about teaching might be developing a friendship with older kids who are “with it” so you can start shenanigans with them 

5yo boy, holding a seashell to his ear: hey miss liz, are there crabs in these shells? 
me: I don’t know, maybe. maybe he’s already in your ear.  
him, now shoving the shell up to his eye to check: what?? really!??? 
me: nah I’m just messing with you 
him: I don’t want an EAR CRAB!!!!  

anonymous asked:

Between school (going to classes, etc.), doing the assignments for school, having a social life for yourself (including actually, you know, eating for sustenance), writing for your story, and answering the oceans' worth of asks in your inbox... HOW DO YOU EVEN SLEEP?? I'm literally. Just. -Boggled.- Damn. O_O *impressed at your Yuuri-esque stamina*

I don’t, I don’t think I’ve had more than six hours of sleep a night for months! But I’m a med student so that’s pretty standard!