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:bulletgreen: Loki x Reader: Bittersweet :bulletgreen: Actions. Scrambling, swatting, ripping. Tears of countless nights staining paled cheeks. They came from eyes that had seen too much and yet so little, and it broke his heart as he raised his hands in surrender. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close, but that was impossible now. She wasn’t herself, and his words had not reached her. Not yet. “(F/n), you must calm yourself.” Even to his own ears, the words sounded broken, but he continued anyway. “Dearest, you are not well . . .” “Look who’s talking, freak,” the woman spat angrily

when I asked why wolves howl they told me Daisy, can you not hear it? can you not hear the moon howling first? "you are strong, but you could be stronger" is the mantra they burden me, a seven year old, with. kite strings embellished with blood keep me dependent they ask - "what is one more betrayal? one more death?" it is nothing when I am fourteen and twice as dead as the women next to me. but I am not dead. not yet, because they wrench back God's hand from my body. at twenty-one my waves spill into the bloodied ocean and I can finally hear the moon's howl.

So they don't know when their eyes first met When they noticed one another When they exchanged their first words When they were just friends Just classmates They weren't dating like many people do They were experiencing dailiness The kind of things that could be shared with friends with mere acquaintances But that's exactly what made them fall in love with each other more and more Nobody was making an appointment Nobody was bragging about it Nobody cared if it fit some kind of stupid regulations And yet It evolved like no other relationship They bonded very tightly And problem-freely... for a few months Then they tripped a few times

i’ve got a picture of you   tucked into the back pocket   of my masochistic mind and it haunts me in the darkest hours of my early morning sleep but   I can’t really seem to bring myself to   care because part of me craves the fire that you continue to reignite in the valleys of my singed synapses-- i thought I had moved on, left those feelings to drown in the depths of a darkened lake bed (good fucking riddance)   because I didn’t need that kind of twisted, gifted misdirection   in my life   but, here. i. am.   (the lighter feels warm in my shivering hands)   the taste of ashes dances on my tongue and   the sm

I see you peeking in my window You peer through the slats of my blinds I see you watching my every move I see the walls you hide behind I pretend I don't notice you I pretend I can't see your eyes follow me across the room But I can see you. Sometimes I could scream Just knowing that you stole from me You stole it all. But I can remember who has the better half Who walks away to the brighter side of the road. I can remember who has the real friends. Who is the real friend. I dissapeared for a little while But I'm back and I'm ready I'm ready for you I can take anything you throw I can take every word you whisper You can't t

Gather my friends, come closer a story to tell you I have, of a girl who didn't believe and wouldn't give in of a girl who couldn't forget Once upon a castle far, there was a girl a young one Her goldenlocks and white skin could rend a man to his knees She wasn't tall but she was bold She was the kindest of her friends all She was a child, better-witted than the wisemen of old yet her heart was much warmer than those stones of marble cold She loved to laugh and dance and sing She loved her home and every little thing A time though came when she lost her home those wisemen old brought down the war They fought each other more ground to c

Is there any way To know blessings from curses There certainly is

 you must swallow your heartache softly, sore-throat, lest it should ignite this tongue with sparks of passion. oh, nobody said it wouldn't burn a hole from pharynx to trachea - but i promise you this, heart: the acidity of confession will sting your eyes more than the sight of her ever could. (so gulp down the nausea and hold fast)

as with all borrowed things, we must leave this world better than when we came into it - so do it. make your peace. reclaim safety. what it means to unmake the needing of courage. find your garden song and call into being the world of happy tomorrows, where there are pancakes all the morning and Manila cabs will take you even if it rains; where girls can walk home alone at night and no really means no; where there is bread and honey enough to fill every cracked and dusty palm, and there is poetry enough to fill every acre of every heart; where we find all the lost things, where skin is skin and love is love and when you look up and out t

i. On a Monday, I crumpled myself up like a sketch on a page folded my skeleton, snapped vertebrae and bone watched as blood and ragged black pencil lead smeared across my skin. I broke my wings (gently, of course) and I threw myself away, over the precipice beyond I died but there was no death to break my fall. ii. On a Tuesday, I fell in love with  i n s a n i t y. We danced across a tiled hospital floor, laced our hearts together with IVs, sutures, feeding tubes, she caressed my wings with her scalpel claws, carved beauty into the puckered scars on my face, we kissed and her lips were morphine, I drank her, breathed her, clutched at her w

Pulsating and reverberating Every Heartbeat. Every breath. Counting down to this night. This moment. This second. My mouth forming the words thoughtlessly They're tumbling out I know every word Every pause of breath Lights flash and dim in time with the race of my pulse Waves of emotions take over There's an epiphany that life is okay Worth living. Complete. I cannot be alone if I'm surrounded by thousands all breathless senseless speechless Like I. We are happy. My voice rises as I chant Screaming Lifting off the ground as if I can fly Nothing pulling me down dragging me under I am free. I am alive. I celebrate m

One can only be strong for so long until it starts to show...

Introduction "Once upon a time, there was a city that forgot to die." If the apocalypse thought that it was going to mess with New Bridgeport, it had another think coming. Because for Moon's sake, this wasn't Possibility, or Elysium, or any of those gutless little cities that actually gave a rat's ass about the end of the world. No, this is New-fucking-Bridgeport, ain't-scared-of-you Bridgeport, Bridgeport of foul mouth and fouler temper. Here, traffic stops for nobody. Capitalism stops for nobody. This is New Bridgeport, dirty and hungry and crazy and proud; the best damn thing dragonkind ever made. So when the bombs came, Bridgeport did wh

i. I remember as a child how I fell in love with the scent of vanilla essence and the disenchanting disappointment that followed when I tasted it for the very first time. ii. You know, I read somewhere that the person you look to in a group that's laughing is the person you feel most close to, or to who you want to. I'm sick of looking at your back. iii. Sometimes I think my addiction to pain led me to you. iv. And you're holding my hand but it's like you're not even here. v. I hate your vanilla bean voice. The way you drew me in only to slam the door in my pleading face.

Here i am Throwing bullets because i think i lost my gun Can't fight with a ghost So i sit with a white flag You paint red Never touch anything With half of your heart Quick to fall in love before You know what it means Listen to the sound of my heartbeat You got me good Every piece of you Is a piece of me Hell litters your eyes And in that moment i knew I didn't want him I was stuck with him I've got a graveyard full of old lovers Full of names That take digging up forgotten memories Come back to Haunt me so good Keep hearing my name being called From the ghost i thought left but You come back every time Just to tell me all i've don