I love you
I whisper
Into your lustful lips
As we kiss
In the moonlight bliss
I don't think I've ever felt
Like this
Fearsome moment
Hopefully you didn't hear
My appearance is liquid
It takes up any shape you want
If you ask me to dress better
I'll gladly change
The sweats for jeans
The jeans for shorts
The shorts for skirts
The baggy shirts for more fitting ones
The fitting shirts for shorter ones
The short shirts for girly ones
The girly shirts for dresses
I'll change the crocs for tennis shoes
The tennis shoes for sandals
And the sandals for heels
But will it ever be enough for you?
I know that I
Divert your mind
In more ways than one
I amuse and I distract
From that never ending sight
Of impending loneliness
And I just might finally
Do what I promised I would
I might finally attempt
To take my life back
From your cold, uncaring hands
I might find that I love you less
Once I took notice of all the pain
That so many tears are not supposed to be shed
For a relationship that seems so much work
And not enough pay
Are you proud of me now
I finally found my voice
It was in all the walls you punched
And the doors you slammed
In all the sighs and stares
In all the tears I shed
Because of your inability to love me
The way that I deserve
It was in my fear
That I found salvation
I am too far gone to hear you say
Come back, never again
Am I still
A convenience to you
That trophy on your wall
Or have you seen
The markings down my thighs
Eternal chaos in my mind
Is it shivers
Or do I still give you butterflies
Is it really love that you feel for me
If all you try to do is change me
If all I am is never enough
And too much at once
If I stand still will
The pain
Stop
What could we
Possibly be doing
If not falling
At the worst possible time
What is it
That this could
Possibly lead to
If not
The worst of crimes
Heartbreak
Has never taken anyone
This far
Did you love me
Was it real
Or was it all just
In my head
Was i a game
You liked to play
Were you never
Really there?
Can we stay in
A little longer
In your twin sized bed
If I cry tonight
Could you hold me
Until the skies turn red
If it isn't
Too much to ask
Can I stay in your heart instead
And I wish that you would
Show up at my door
Hug me til I crumble
Because it's all too much
I hope that you would stay
While I'm crying on the floor
Because the weight of everything
Has broken my every bone
The cookie dough fandom is dying reblog if you like it wet and raw
My essence is liquid
Like the whiskey you drink at nightfall
It'll take up any shape that you want
You can mold me
Change me
Tame me
Into the idea that you've visualized
I'll walk the walk
Talk the talk
And play the part
Pretty pink dresses and all
High heels, even if I fall
If I fail to live up to your inebriated facade
But how long until the masqarade ends
And you see the tears in the veil
What happens when I'm too tired to hold up the mask
To put on my disguise
Will you call it a sham
Was it not what you asked for
For me to bare you my all
Was it now what you wanted
For me to fall
Anonymous asked:
what do you like about girls?
their evil ways
Mr. Neil, I have perhaps the most important question I could ask here.
The core of writing advice has one thing. One, special thing to it. And that is: “Write. Write write write.”
But what COUNTS as writing? Surely writing a manual for a lawnmower has nothing to do with becoming a fiction writer.
But what about writing fan fiction? Writing out a dnd story with original characters? Does it just have to be publishable work in the most serious sense?
What counts as writing is writing. Learning how to express yourself clearly is everything. Writing a manual for a lawnmower that’s a good manual for a lawnmower will teach you a lot of about clearly telling people what things look like and how to do things in your fiction. No joke. Write.
In a conversation about Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, someone made this comment, something i feel is very off base of your character, but is there anything say able to someone so unable to see diversity as anything beyond "pandering"
I'm the same person that was writing the gay characters and the trans characters in Sandman about 35 years ago. I liked selling books to the demographic of people who read who are are okay with gay characters and need to meet trans characters. When Death: The Time of Your Life was given the GLAAD award for Outstanding Comic in 1997, I was thrilled. And very happy to get the award. And to keep writing characters of all kinds. I don't think we sold books back then because Sandman was "progressive". We sold Sandman and Death because people wanted to find out what happened next. I think it's the same with Good Omens and with the other characters out there now.
something something when you can hear the whisper of love in the pauses between words something something
something something the love was always implied you never needed to say it out loud something something
