Nevermore

Lay Me Down On A Bed Of Roses

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 11:59:09 -0400

When I am old and bedridden I wish for you to lie by my side and let others fill the room with all the flowers. Let us eat their petals, drink their nectar, and breath their perfume. Let us lie together, legs tangled and bodies combined until we can’t tell where I begin and you end. Let me fall away in your arms, so warmed by each other that we become slick with sweat, let me slide off into the underworld.

I want the colors everywhere. Vivid purples, pinks, reds and blues. I want grass green and sun yellow flowers to be all I see aside from your eyes, hair, lips. Shield the window with flowers, let rose vines cling and grow on the frames, I have seen enough ugliness, such evils, let my eyes rest in your palms beside my fading heart beat.

Let my power merge with yours, let my soul live in you, for they are much safer within your powerful ribcage. It’s kept you so safe, your fortress walls, let whatever remains of me hide behind them.

Run your fingers through my silver hair, snow white amongst the flowers, and slow my hectic breaths while nightshade blooms past my lips. Leave me to be devoured by the flowers, leave me to bloom and grow, take my love with you and shut the door tight.

One day the flowers and I will burst through the window, and beauty will flourish in the world once more.

Senses

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 11:13:00 -0400

Scent.

Her skin smelt of smoke and pine, of watered down honeysuckle and crashing waves. Her breath smelt of a morning danish croissant, of lilacs and forget-me-nots, of volcanic ash and the comfort of cremation.

Sight.

She looked like fire, all red hair and bright amber eyes, with a loud voice and a loud soul. Her boots were hard steel toed leather, they kicked holes in the atmosphere. She was scars and damage, she had a weight about her, a dense quality that made your heart quicken as if you were being crushed. Her back was iron, her thighs thistles, her fingers twisted with vines. Her cheeks were pink, hot pink that puffed out as she quelled her screams down to intimate whispers of promises and sweet nothings. She had ice on her eyelashes, they always melted down her cheeks by the end of her show, smeared along with the dark ink she used to carve out poetry on her skin.

Sound.

Her voice was silk, it was velvet gloves that always managed to fit perfectly on your hands. She was lyrical, and colorful, lurid and vivid. Her voice called forth endless skies and distant specks of a universe one could only touched when carried by her high notes. She was dripping syrup, thick and smooth, flowing endlessly from her lungs. Her breath was ragged, it was rough like sandpaper, it grated against her voice causing scratches and cracks to mar its reflection.

Taste.

Her lips were salty from drowning in oceans, from burning up in her own heat, she tasted of the wind. She was cool and sharp like mint leaves, but beneath it all was a bittersweetness that did not match her searing smile. Parts of her were cherries dipped in dark chocolate, dribbled over with crushed almonds and doused in whipped cream. She tasted of a blood red apple, crunchy and crisp, with a forbidden sweetness that was too good to be true.

Touch.

They reached for her, her audience, with hungry hands and hungry hearts, until her fire dulled to embers. Only then did I drag her from the stage, always aware of the needles that pricked me where my skin met hers.

Discussion with Walls

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 11:25:05 -0400

Sometimes I think walls are easier to talk to than people, y’know?

They don’t judge. They don’t give two shits what you’re wearing, what you’re saying.

They may be a little worried that your talking to a wall. A little crazy, y’know, but they don’t judge, man.

Walls are easier, you can’t tell whether their listening or not. They could be ignoring you for all you know. But man, them walls are real polite.

They don’t roll their eyes or look away. They’re present, y’know?

Walls are real sensitive though, they’ve seen and heard a lot, man. Thisbe and Pyramus spoke through a wall. Love went through that wall. It don’t forget that.

People tear ‘em down. But man, walls are everywhere. They don’t mind.

Walls are easier to talk to, they don’t judge, and they don’t reply. You can be babblin’ ‘bout your girl, your sore knee, your shit car. It don’t say nothin’, just nod along, mellow man.

That’s what walls are, mellow, tranquil.

It gets hard sometimes, them walls keep their secrets, they don’t say much. You can’t ask for anything from ‘em except for ‘em to hear what you gotta say and not judge.

Walls are easier to talk to, y’know?

You should try, even if they’re a little sensitive, and think you’re a little crazy.

At least they don’t judge, they don’t reply, just listen.

kimberlyanna91: ninosbrain: notawittyurl: tennyowithaberetta: ...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 10:47:36 -0400

kimberlyanna91:

ninosbrain:

notawittyurl:

tennyowithaberetta:

threeteabags:

pkmntrainertazzer:

recklessantics:

leafylincoln:

spazzysunshine:

1.PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES

DO NOT LISTEN WITHOUT HEADPHONES!!!!

2.PRESS PLAY

3.CLOSE YOUR EYES

ENJOY A VIRTUAL HAIRCUT.

DO IT NOW.

THIS IS LITERALLY LIFE CHANGING

Woah, I actually got chills when he whispered

OMG I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR MONTHS. FINALLY REAPPEARD ON MY DASHHH

I thought this would be like “Oh cool yeah that sounded like a haircut”

NO NO NO NO NO NO

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND

I COULDNT EVEN FINISH IT

HE STARTED THE HAIRCUT AND I WAS JUST

NOPE NOPE NO NO NO NOPE

OH MY GOD

I SERIOUSLY LISTENED TO THIS THE ENTIRE TIME WITH MY EYES CLOSED, FLINCHING AND REACTING AND FHAOIGHAGHAPG

IT WAS SO REAL

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

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reblogging a second time beacuse yes, i thought i was going to die. several times

Okay, yeah, closed my eyes and totally started freaking out (giggling/snorting/squealing/snickering) at this. LISTEN TO IT (with headphones) NOW!

Still my favourite thing on Tumblr.

Watching people squirming away from the scissors is class

Legit one of my favorite things ever on the internet!

I just love this

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 10:39:25 -0400

I just love this

I want only one thing

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 12:12:58 -0400

I want only one thing from you, and one thing alone. I want you to offer me the world and everything in it, and I’ll accept on one condition.

That you share it with me.

It Was More Than Just A Pitter

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 01:12:00 -0400

My mother and I were once scouring Bed, Bath, and Beyond for a lemon squeezer. She needed it for another one of her intense dieting/cleansing fasts where she would depend entirely on lemon and salt water.

In the section I pointed out to her a cherry pitter. It was a small silver and black mechanism that removed the seeds of cherries for convenient dining. My boyfriend’s classy gay parents owned one, I pointed out to my mother, who oohed and aahed at the idea.

I could tell we were both contemplating purchase, it was a little pricey, a little bit more extravagant than we were used to, but perhaps we could splurge. Just this once. My mother broke the silence by saying she liked the pits in her mouth, and then turning and beginning to walk away from the aisle.

It was defiance and surrender all at once. We weren’t good enough for it, we were lower middle class working folk. We ate our cherries from the box and spat them out into bowls. And like hell we’d admit for a moment that it was lesser than us to do so.

Even though, as we walked away in resistance to expensive and indulgent simplicity, my mothers eyes lingered longer than they should have.

I wish I grew up in the 50's.

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 11:20:45 -0400

platonicteamugs:

summerliketheseason:

make-sweetlove:

Classy women.

Guys being gentlemen.

cute ass relationships.

Racism

Sexism

Homophobia

Illness

Segregation

Cold War

Constant threat of nuclear war

But I mean the vintage bombshelters are sooo totally cute

I just love her, I love the sign. It’s complete genius.

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:59:00 -0400

I just love her, I love the sign. It’s complete genius.

My childhood = completely destroyed, one pic at a time.

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:57:00 -0400

My childhood = completely destroyed, one pic at a time.

The Writing Process - In Pictures - so true

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:55:27 -0400

mywildebeest:

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Girl World

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 21:16:17 -0400

It’s a fact

I’ve lost my tact

My muse undone

Guess ‘Girl World’ won

Wonderland

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 21:09:45 -0400

I’m going off to wonderland

The place where sea shall burn the sand

The place where time was killed

And tea was served

Down the rabbit hole

Unnerved

By the crazies

That know all games

And call you names

That never stay the same

But also never change

Greatest Fear

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:58:12 -0400

They don’t know who I am

For I am many

I am dangerous

For I am

Unknown

Honor The Skies

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:55:00 -0400

The sun is the sun

The moon is the moon

The stars the stars

They will die

They will live

They will set

They will rise

They will blink out

They will shine in

Yet

Though they may explode

Or leave our sight

They will never fall

And that is why we honor the skies

What I Want

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:49:00 -0400

I want to love

To fear

To win

To lose

To hate

Then to forgive

To have control

To embrace the dark

But to simply chose to be in company with the light

Photo

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:36:26 -0400

Angels

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:18:29 -0400

Where did all the angels go?

A place that only angels know

A place where wings have lost their flight

And halos lost their ghostly light

A place where devils bred like weeds

Now desolate in the place of thieves

Angels crawl up toward the night

In search of the moons bright silver plight

But without fail the demons wake

No longer a messenger for your soul to take

For angels cannot see in this dark

They crawl, these angels, like vines on trees

Seeing some light they buzz like bees

Their trekk so long yet complaints unsaid

As the darkness grows till they cannot even see the fingers that bled

And one day all their vision fails

Smoke of cigarettes does not help but ails

As it blows from demons mouths

Their lips pulled back in a sneer that growls.

Where did all the angels go?

A place that only angels know

A place we cannot seem to find

For those that are there cannot escape the bind

Truth or Dare

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:14:00 -0400

Truth or Dare

For as long as I can remember I’ve known what 2 + 2 is, and for as long as I can remember I’ve known how to play Truth or Dare.

But in case you don’t, here’s a guide that discusses the small amount of mastery I’ve claimed over the most basic game known to adolescent modern society, the “game” that can make or break you.

Truth or Dare is a game of ulterior motives, you have to work the the circle as you’d work a Casino.

This game is unique in that it allows you to “pick your death” (Truth or Dare)

Most say that truth is a cowards choice, if so they have never played with me.

I am the riddler… or better yet the questioner, besides, the Riddler was a Batman villain played by Jim Carrey.

I seem to gain this confidence when playing truth or dare, a power of crudeness and a lack of bashfulness that make my question force you to blush like an Anime schoolgirl.

Especially since at least more than 80% of the teenage mind is being overruled by sex and everything that comes with it.

When you play truth or dare as a kid the main subject is horror. Gross stuff that we were obsessed with in kindergarden, like dirt or boogers or even cooties.

As I grew older subjects started to migrate toward, crushes, clothing, and kissing. And now, everything is about sex and the awkwardness that comes with the subject.

Now, instead of daring someone to lick your shoe, you dare them to lick someone’s neck.

And instead of asking if they’ve every kissed someone, you ask if they’re still a virgin.

That is why being daring is key, your either going to go the whole 9 yards or fail. I am, or at least I try to be, a whole 9 yards person.

But damn is it hard.

There are so many factors that play into it like what you’re wearing, who you’re with, and where you are.

If you’re wearing a skirt or something mildly sexual then your dares and question will revolve around sexual things.

While if your bundled up than your dares will contain “take it off!” and you’re questions will revolve around what you do alone in bed at night.

Who you’re with is a biggie.

If your with people who aren’t very familiar with you then they don’t know your boundaries so they’ll either go too far or hold back too much.

While people your familiar with, like close friends, know what will get you.

Like my best friend. It’s always dangerous to play together because not only are we competitive with each other but we’re girls. And girls know how to ruin each other with simple words like “Is it true you have a crush on John.”

My friend and I tend to make an agreement to play nice, that’s when we become allies against everyone else.

I give her the best questions, she gives me the best dares.

Deadly Duo.

Then there’s gender. Another biggie.

Girls and Boys have been known to group together with their own gender pack, not saying that all girls are friends with each other and vice-versa, but sometimes an animalistic brotherhood joins gender’s to fight against a coming enemy. The other pack.

Girls will use boys to make their Yaoi fantasies come true. While boys will wield girls to defeat each other, forcing girls to kiss them, and make another alpha males jealous.

Survival of the fittest, but God, so stupid at the same time.

Last but not least, where you are is another large factor.

While who you’re with affects more over the Truth aspect of the game, where you are seriously affects the dare part.

Truth or Dare has been played by all ages at all sorts of places, at Birthday Parties, Chill outs, College Dorms, Slumber Party’s, or simply when a group of people are bored.

Where you are counts because that is what you’re working with. If you want someone to eat grass you need a park, if you want two people to go into a coset together you need a house or apartment, and if you want someone to do a shot you need a bar.

Some people just jump into this game and regret it later.

I don’t want that for you.

There is so much more to Truth or Dare than meets the eye.

You could dare your friend to kiss their crush and they fall in love, you can learn the biggest secrets you’ve ever known, and you receive the opportunity to do things you would have never done before.

That is why I have to stress the Vegas rule.

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas. What Happens in the Truth or Dare Circle, Stays in the Truth or Dare Circle.

If you get to see two people get a dare and make out by consequence of the game, don’t yell from the roof tops that they’re together.

It’s immature, rude, and disrespectful.

Even in Truth or Dare you have to uphold a sense of respect and restrain yourself from asking questions that you know hurt them to answer like “Why do you miss school all the time?”

“Because I have to help drive my mother to Chemotherapy.”

Not cool.

And also, keep in mind that it’s just a game. You don’t have to do everything in it and if a dare is seriously pushing your personal boundaries you can always say no.

There are two types of people in the world The cattle And the people who like a good stake

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:05:00 -0400

There are two types of people in the world

The cattle

And the people who like a good stake