Crystalthevampirate - Crystal The Vampirate

Hey! Just finished tagging most of that stuff as 'poem', so ya can find it better. I took 'poetry' pretty liberally here, but I'm sure I still missed something.. BTW the next person to follow me will be the 200. so .. THANKS <3

//stay tuned for more convenience-tags

me: I'm just gonna take a little break from this and read my book for awhile. I've spent hours with this damn project already

280 pages later: umm... ups?

laitetaas tännekin..

Black Weekend -kamppiksena 24.-27.11. ilmainen toimitus tarrapaketeille Manner-Suomeen

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Heitä viestillä!

Poetry Snap fiction

Queer -related Other non-fiction

site: crystaly.art

second feed for slightly chaotic reblogs & fandom things

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 sexual violence, murder/death, body horror, mental illness, teenage drug use & sexuality, blood, politics, moral chaos, language, obscure references & questionable humor

(dead dove, do not eat)

People want us dead when they most need us. Deep inside they know, We could help if they only let us.

And we keep trying, We come back again and again, & we get chased out town after town.

Until we become the crazy old lady in the woods, you always saw us as.

The curse of a good heart. The curse of (not) knowing better.

He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction.  We'd done good prepping.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.  It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me.  I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.

Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs.  He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here.  I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.

Why does Tumblr think I wanna see all this tasty-looking stuff, when I'm literally staring at 2 kilos of chocolate across the room knowing I can't eat any 'cause it’s for the festival?

All the guys I like are gay, all the girls I like are straight.

Life, why so hard?

Ya'll say that Tumblr updates are trash, but damn I hate Facebook as a platform