you burn me

I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.

Can you see them pressed into the gravel, pressed into the dirt, pressing against each other in an effort to make the minutes stop—

I am a red string around the ankle of history, holding together my children in my splendid mouth. Ariana Brown, The 'X' in 'Xicano' Speaks

fuck you.

Arms coming to rest around a best friend, hesitantly. "Nori..." softer, he murmurs, "I thought you'd never forgive me."

So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t pull away, and you keep on kissing him.

With a surge of power from the star drive, you break orbit and escape the solar system, leaving the white far behind you.

will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?

Because I'm pretty when I cry I'm pretty when I cry

// i have. tentative plans? for a new RP thing. i'm not really feeling like a jotaro here anymore (nobody's fault, just how it is)

a string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much Frank O'Hara, Steps

Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the mornin' sky

I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.

I do not want to be a person. I want to be unbearable.

It felt like there was a whole world living inside her. I didn’t know anything about that world.

My dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart,