No One Should Be Wealthy, No One Should Go Hungry & No One Should Suffer Against Their Will ♥️

entering the festival area with a weekend date

me: *gets in cute security guy's line*

date: nope *theatrically yanks me in front of him to another line*

sis: *laughs*

...

sis: *gets checked by the cute guy*

@i-havenothingelsetopost tagged me to the three facts -game, so

💜 My favorite color's actually violet, not red 📺 I've watched way much bs series lately 💬 It'd be so cool to speak more languages & if I wasn't so bloody dyslexic, I'd probably know like an absurd amount

I'll tag @i-eat-faeries, @prince-harlequin, @aaveita, @batrayy, @xfallen-marsx, @esileikkipuisto and @coffee-at-sunrise1 from my notes.

The jix: Answer with three random things 'bout yourself & tag 7 random people from your notes to do the same :3

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.

Thank you!

Umm, you’re welcome?

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.

‘What’s it like to be a human,’  Some wanted to know; ‘Nothing on your back, or above your head, But all in your heart?’

‘Inhumane,’  Said you.

 And they nodded

 And all cried,  but you.

I feel like you knew all along.

You knew how we would end up & it makes it all that much more cruel.

Final road

When you're half-way there, But you feel too late, Every ship has sailed, You're alone.

When you're almost there, But you can't quite reach, Holding on to believes, So alone.

Rainy night. I'm alone in my house, lighting candles. Closing to midnight, I'm picking psychological horror films and tucking myself comfortable in the corner of my couch. A piece of perfection. This is how I try and lose my worries♥️

I liked you better when you were straight

Excuse me..? That literally never happened?

   I don’t know if I should laugh at- or be offended by this