he held my hand
and
i thought my chest
was exploding
and
i'm sure butterflies
are flying
from my mouth
like
soft
fluttering
words
that i will never speak
normal
health-conscious people
don't seem to understand us,
toxic human beings
selfishly,
they don't know
how easy it is
to poison ourselves
with chemicals and drugs;
rather than hurt others
with our bitter minds
selfishly,
we fill our lungs with poison
black tar and menthol crystals.
as we poison ourselves,
as we bring our demise closer,
selfishly,
our bitter,
poisonous
death
kills those around us;
the ones we hoped to save.
ghosts on my lips
smoke curling through the air
my lips, your skin
just for now
cherry burns
feel better
than your touch
but don't stop now
i'm begging
feel my mind
wrap yourself around me
don't leave now
forget.
forget everything.
please.
i'm begging.
A Happy Valentine's Day To All by w-anderlust, literature
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A Happy Valentine's Day To All
Romance is in the air,
not a heart in despair.
Your love touches me so,
Tender and without doubt
My soul blossoms roses
Freshly sprinkled by rain
And the morning's light dew.
Or perhaps, friendship is near-
your closest friends to hold dear.
Their love caressing you gently
Like soft butterfly wings
Kissing your hurting soul
Being sure you know
That you are infinitely loved.
Whatever pleases you most,
whatever you may receive-
May you have a happy and joyful
Valentine's Morning, Day and Eve.
sleep is a foreign substance to me by w-anderlust, literature
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sleep is a foreign substance to me
sleep is a foreign substance to me-
one that never comes easy
but is so hard to let go of.
like heroin to an addict-
so difficult to come in contact
so hard to break free of its grasp.
impossible dreams only come to me
in my darkest hour-
on the worst nights to sleep.
Farm Boy | Jean Kirschtein by Mikittykun, literature
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Farm Boy | Jean Kirschtein
Jean Kirschstein x Mute!Reader AU
i.
His face was new to her.
[Name] had heard word that there were newcomers to arrive in her quaint village, but hadn't expected them to come so soon. The village resided deep within the valley, on the farthest side of the mountain, and the next town over was a few days journey; yet, this new boy and his mother seemed to have already settled in. Whenever they arrived, he didn't look to be the type who was in to formal introductions.
She spotted him on her way back from the river, startled half to death by an ax thwacking into a log. The boy looked to be her age, if not eighteen or nineteen, his hair cr
Piggy Back Rides- Reiner X Reader by Amir416, literature
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Piggy Back Rides- Reiner X Reader
"Hey shortie." Reiner comes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You turn your head up at him. " I'm not short. You're just tall." You state.
"Just keep telling yourself that."
"Reiner?"
"Hm?" He nuzzles his face in your neck.
"I'm tired. Give me a piggy back to bed? Please."
"Fine." He agrees.
.......
"Reiner." You groan as you leave the movie theater.
"Hm?"
"My legs are broken. Give me a piggy back?" You whine.
"Your legs look perfectly fine to me."
"My legs are tired. Please?" You give him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage.
"Ugh. Okay, get on."
........
"Reiner?"
"Yes, love?"
"Could you go get me s
like i should've tried by ithaswhatitisnt, literature
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like i should've tried
take a tentative sip
timewarp back to when your entire future
was an innocent void,
and forever was laid out via a series of
pen-licked love letters.
mother nature was cruel then,
still cruel even now;
my whimpers of mercy silenced
by the thud of skin on cedar
but yet, what a time to thrive
(to survive, or to be alive?)
take another sip, let the flavor
remind you of your most
bittersweet days, but please,
come back to now.
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl by UntamedUnwanted, literature
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Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl
1.
The difference between being thin and being skinny
is that when you’re skinny,
everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat.
As if you are deliberately starving yourself.
As if they are soldiers
and you are a war they must win,
food instead of guns in their hands.
2.
Seven years ago, when I first realised
that I couldn’t sleep on my side anymore
because my hipbones cut like knives into my skin,
that I could count every single one of my ribs,
I ate everything I found in the fridge till I threw up,
and my mother assumed I was doing it on purpose.
It took me three sessions of intensive therapy
to convince the th
In Which I Finally Find A Good Man by UntamedUnwanted, literature
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In Which I Finally Find A Good Man
I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems.
I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate.
I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems.
Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams
and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury,
and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft
and summer dresses and vodka laughter.
I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both,
no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage
even if her heart is made of tissue silk.
Girls who are both, are too volatile, too painful to love.
So I keep he
To The Men Who Burnt Witches by UntamedUnwanted, literature
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To The Men Who Burnt Witches
There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.
Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.
Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.
History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you di
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
my name is devin but i mostly live through eric foreman. you can call me punky or anything else really. i don't care that much. i really like music. i listen to everything but country and christian. seriously. ask me about Mozart or the beautiful orchestration of the Hobbit soundtrack. Beautiful. Recommend me books, or writing websites, or anything you find interesting at all. I'm always curious I really like dragons.
"Remember Me
Remember me as a sunny day that you once had, along the way. Didn't I inspire you a little higher. Remember me as a funny clown that made you laugh when you were down. Remember me as a big balloon at a carnival that ended too soon. Remember me as a breath if spring remember me as a good thing. Remember me as the sound of laughter and my face the morning after. Didn't the sky beckon us to fly? Yes, you'll remember the times we fought but please don't forget me in your tender thoughts. Remember me as a song you sing remember me as a good thing."
Darian Stephen Hurn. 3.15.95-3.16.12 My juggalo.
If you really like writing, you can join my lit group, . We're always accepting new members, and we're a smaller group on the rise :)
But this much is true; you can't burn out if you're not on fire.
Favourite Movies
Sweeney Todd | How To Train Your Dragon | Harry Potter | Lord of the Rings | Patch Adams | Dead Poets Society
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural | Sherlock | That 70's Show | Roseanne | The Daily Show | Bob's Burgers | Gossip Girl
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
the Doors | Simon & Garfunkel | Taylor Swift | Kendrick Lamar | so much oh my gosh
Favourite Books
Looking for Alaska | The Virgin Suicides | the Hobbit & Lord of the Rings trilogy | Harry Potter
Favourite Writers
William Francis | Stephen King | Dean Koontz | Jim Morrison | John Green
damn so.
it's been a really long time.
i probably won't really post a lot of writing on here anymore. it's become more of a private sector.
however, if i do get anything published i will inform you guys.
i might try drawing again soon. in which case, most of it will probably be on tumblr but not here.
i have two tumblr accounts. my main and my ????? it was supposed to be aesthetic but everything is my aesthetic.
i don't know. things seem to be going pretty well. i do have facebook and twitter so if any of you want that, you can feel free to message me and we'll see.
i hope you are all doing well
sometimes people don't like the way that i use pronouns more than real names in my writing. well newsflash. i write for me, not you. unless you are being helpful i really do not care at all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
yes, i still exist.
at least, on a small scale. universally, i do not matter.
actually, none of us do. one day we will be gone
and no one in the entire universe will care.
interesting, isn't it?
that we're so small.
anyway.
i guess things are... okay.
i'm not seeing anyone and i want to keep it that way
i suppose flings are okay
but i'd rather not hurt anyone again by being in a relationship with them.
second semester of my senior year.
fun times. i'm still not entirely sure what i want to do, but i'm slowly getting there. maybe. i hope.
i don't know. i turned 18 today.
kind of relieving. i don't think i'll miss being a kid.
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