She Strings The Constellations Round The Hollow Of Her Neck And Exudes The Ash Of Supernovae With Every

“The little monkey is punching me in the leg, we’d better go. We’re having a picnic in the garden, she’s been very patient.”

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“   what   are   you   doing   tonight?   i   was   thinking   about   watching   this   oceans   documentary   i’ve   had   my   eye   on   for   awhile.   i’ll   make   dinner   if   you   want   to   join.   ”

—— @cosmoscursed​

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✧°⋆ 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞

————send  in  a  word  for  a  drabble  or  starter  based  on  it.

abditory   —   a   place   into   which   you   can   disappear;   a   hiding   place

alexithymia   —   the   inability   to   express   your   feelings

alharaca   —   an   extraordinary   or   violent   emotional   reaction   to   a   small   issue

aubade   —   a   love   song   sung   at   dawn

balter   —   to   dance   artlessly,   without   particular   grace   or   skill   but   usually   with   enjoyment

basorexia   —   the   overwhelming   desire   to   kiss

clinomania   —   excessive   desire   to   stay   in   bed

forelsket   —   the   euphoria   you   experience   when   you   are   first   falling   in   love

groak   —   to   stare   longingly   at   someone   who   is   eating   in   the   hope   that   they   will   ask   you   to   join   them

jayus   —   a   joke   so   unfunny   and   poorly   told   that   you   can’t   help   but   laugh

morosis   —   the   stupidest   of   stupidities

nedovtipa   —   someone   who   can   not   take   a   hint

nepenthe   —   something   that   can   make   you   forget   grief   or   suffering

querencia   —   a   place   from   which   one’s   strength   is   drawn,   where   one   feels   at   home;   the   place   where   you   are   your   most   authentic   self

razbliuto   —   the   sentimental   feeling   you   have   about   someone   you   once   loved   but   no   longer   do.

redamancy   —   the   act   of   loving   the   one   who   loves   you;   a   love   returned   in   full

retrouvaille   —   the   joy   of   meeting   or   finding   someone   again   after   a   long   separation;   rediscovery

sphallolalia   —   flirtatious   talk   that   leads   nowhere

trouvaille   —   something   lovely   discovered   by   chance;   a   windfall

whelve   —   to   bury   something   deep;   to   hide

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“   i   need   some   advice.   ”

—— @mrsc​

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#from script to screen

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𝑇𝐴𝑌𝐿𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝑊𝐼𝐹𝑇 -  ’ 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‘ 

Below is a collection of lyric starters taken from Taylor Swift’s eighth album ‘folklore’.

The album holds references to: sex, alcohol, blood, depression, warfare, toxic relationships, medical failure, death as well as lines that could be taken as suicidal thoughts and parental abuse — so please be mindful if you are sensitive to these subjects. All lyrics are posted as written on the album, but feel free to change pronouns or words to fit your purposes.

i’m doing good, i’m on some new shit.

i thought I saw you at the bus stop

the greatest films of all time were never made

if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed

we were something, don’t you think so?

if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you

in my defense, i have none for never leaving well enough alone

it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one

you know the greatest loves of all time are over now 

if one thing had been different would everything be different today? 

when you are young, they assume you know nothing 

i felt like I was an old cardigan 

a friend to all is a friend to none 

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed 

you drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleedin' 

i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs 

cause i knew everything when I was young

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time 

i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light 

i knew you’d come back to me 

the wedding was charming, if a little gauche

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen 

who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been 

she had a marvelous time ruining everything 

there goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen 

i had a marvelous time ruining everything 

i can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body 

it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

you were my town, now I’m in exile 

i can see you starin’, honey, like he’s just your understudy 

I’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now? 

there is no amount of crying i can do for you 

you didn’t even hear me out

you didn’t even see the signs 

cause you never gave a warning sign 

i gave so many signs

if I’m on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too 

even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? 

cause i loved you, i swear i loved you til my dying day 

i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace 

if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? 

you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me 

you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you 

when i’d fight, you used to tell me i was brave 

and i can go anywhere i want just not home 

you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones 

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same 

i’ll show you every version of yourself tonight 

i want you to know i’m a mirrorball, i can change everything about me to fit in 

i’m still a believer, but i don’t know why 

are there still beautiful things? 

and though i can’t recall your face i still got love for you 

love you to the moon and to saturn 

i think your house is haunted. your dad is always mad and that must be why 

i think you should come live with me 

never have i ever before

will you call when you’re back at school?

i remember thinkin’ i had you 

for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all 

so much for summer love

you weren’t mine to lose

i can see us twisted in bed sheets 

i’ve been having a hard time adjusting 

i didn't know if you’d care if i came back 

i just wanted you to know that this is me trying 

pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down 

they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential 

my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that 

it’s hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound 

that’s the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares, it’s born from just one single glance but it dies a million little times

you showed me colors you know i can’t see with anyone else 

don’t call me “kid,”

don’t call me “baby”

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else 

you know damn well, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times 

were there clues i didn’t see? 

isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?

time cutting me open, then healing me fine 

what did you think i’d say to that? 

fuck you forever

every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy 

when you say i seem angry, i get more angry 

it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together 

i’m taking my time cause you took everything from me 

sir, i think he’s bleeding out

you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen 

doc, i think she’s crashing out

some things you just can’t speak about 

i won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but i think it’s ‘cause of me 

the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you 

would you trust me if i told you it was just a summer thing? 

i don’t know anything but i know i miss you 

if i just showed up at your party, would you have me? 

our coming-of-age has come and gone 

i never had the courage of my convictions 

i could never give you peace 

i’m a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come 

all these people think love’s for show but i would die for you in secret 

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? 

your integrity makes me seem small 

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standin’ with me 

you know i left a part of me back in new york 

you knew the hero died so what’s the movie for? 

darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart 

don’t want no other shade of blue but you. no other sadness in the world would do

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jemma   hardly   spared   him   a   glance   from   her   spot   in   front   of   the   sofa,   sprawled   out   on   the   floor   as   she   enthusiastically  took   notes   on   the   article   she   was   reading   and   fought   off   a   teasing   grin.   “   can   you   at   least   tell   me   why   you’re   so   grumpy   if   you’re   going   to   be   this   dramatic   about   it?   ”

his  head’s  covered  by  a  pillow,  muffling  the  groan  he  makes  from  the  sofa,  body  flat  against  the  cushions.  

@simmcns​  /  starter

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tag drop 🤠

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cosmoscursed​:

fitz  couldn’t  help  rolling  his  eyes  at  her,  putting  down  his  padd  on  the  table  before  his  hands  fly  up  in  agitation,  “  that’s  not  the  point  !!  it  was  showing  how  monkeys  are  an  evolved  species  &  are  able  to  form  strong  familial  bonds,  unlike  many  other  species.  were  you  even  watching  it  ?!  “ 

jemma   paused,   thinking   back   to   the   night   in   question.   if   she   were   going   to   be   honest,   she’d   definitely   started   zoning   out   very   early   on   to   that   documentary,   but   she   wasn’t   sure   if   she   was   going   to   admit   that.   lips   pursed   together   and   she   hesitated   to   answer   before   rolling   her   eyes   back.   “   IF   i   didn’t   watch,   it   must   not   have   been   a   very   captivating   story.   but   if   you’re   going   to   cause   such   a   fuss   i   suppose   we   could   have   a   conversation   before   we   decide   on   what   to   watch.   ”

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