Tag: p

inkskinned:

“think of his career!”

oh, my mistake,
i was thinking of her life,
of the smile that’s left her eyes, of 
how ashes taste, of how 
i had to burn the outfit he touched me in
when it used to be my favorite
 
i was thinking of her,
as a person
instead of the money he’s capable of making
 
i know, astronomically, in the bank account,
his future means more than my body
because come on, didn’t he already
own me?
can’t i just get over it for him, 
for the sake of propriety?

oh, my mistake, 
there’s no fire here, 
just ghosts, just 
memory.

lunasong365:

positive-memes:

I Will Not Be Eaten

The true feminine

I am not sugar and spice and everything nice. I am music, I am art. I am a story. I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights. I was baby. I am child. I will be mother. I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition. I am a rich pie strong with knowledge. I will not be eaten.

only-1-a:

catphistopheles:

writing-prompt-s:

Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed.

Y’all get together to discuss your options and she starts coaching you on how to get men because she doesn’t want to waste more magic on you without promise of payment. The more time you guys spend together the more you realize you have a bit of a crush on her. Soon you’re sabotaging your dates on purpose to see her again. 

Long story short you fall in love and get married and do the sperm donor thing AND YOUR FIRSTBORN IS HERS BY DEFAULT and you live happily ever after. The end.

Baby cries in the middle of the night

Witch: Ughhhhh. It’s your turn.

You: You bought it. You handle it.

inkskinned:

i know the best places to throw myself so that
when i hit the ground, the hurt sticks

i know how to open these bones with just my teeth and 
a gold credit card and 

last night was beautiful i barely ate and when i cried
nobody heard me 

i’m sorry i’m a messy lover i’m sorry that i come as 
an expired body, already worn and already

unbecoming  —
i mean 

i told you and myself and my mom and anybody that would listen
that no i wouldn’t go back there again but

i woke up in this place where the light is eating through my eyelids
and yesterday i almost told you everything, how i’ve been a house of spiders

and none of them are interested in helping me live
but

you look like a knife and i am looking 
to get rid of myself

come kiss me, nevermind, i’m fine, it’s just a long day,
ignore the shaking and ignore the ache in my voice

i’m fine, it’s fine, shit happens in storms and we’re just
caught in the middle of one 

i don’t mean to be annoying it’s just 
not even breathing feels effortless

and i want to be someone who isn’t a burden,
who goes like smoke, who carries no weight

who whips out of your life,
never leaves footprints.

jiluan:

jiluan:

jiluan:

jiluan:

jiluan:

the sexual tension between you and the other bearded guy reaching for the same carton of organic free range eggs

you lock eyes

“you go ahead” what the hell did you say that for? that’s the last carton

you study him as he reaches for the eggs and you can tell he works out, you think 3 maybe 4 times a week

you notice his college lanyard. a student? you look up and see his wrinkled brow no a professor

“thanks i owe you i would have had an earful from my wife if i didn’t grab these” he chuckles as he puts the eggs in his cart

his wife? why do you care

you open your mouth to reply but you stutter

“y-yea no problem m-man” what the hell what are you so nervous for?

you turn around to pick up regular eggs and when you turn back he’s gone
what would you have said anyway?

you grab your eggs and go home because sometimes shit just doesnt work out

Keep reading

vaucks:

tripleclown:

tripleclown:

jiluan:

jiluan:

jiluan:

jiluan:

the sexual tension between you and the other bearded guy reaching for the same carton of organic free range eggs

you lock eyes

“you go ahead” what the hell did you say that for? that’s the last carton

you study him as he reaches for the eggs and you can tell he works out, you think 3 maybe 4 times a week

you notice his college lanyard. a student? you look up and see his wrinkled brow no a professor

“thanks i owe you i would have had an earful from my wife if i didn’t grab these” he chuckles as he puts the eggs in his cart

his wife? why do you care

you open your mouth to reply but you stutter

“y yea no problem m man” what the hell what are you so nervous for?

op please keep going

Op Please

julian i really hate this post

inkskinned:

out in the back of the church we told each other we’d grow up and keep being odd with our fingertips stained and our knees all bruised and you took a deep breath and told me that you can’t teach a fish to climb a tree and if someone tried to make you survive through a lifetime of cubicles you’d explode like a firework and i laughed and said okay what color firework 

i figured you’d say something sarcastic and strange like chartreuse or evergreen or wintermint

but you looked at me with those eyes that meant you had glimpsed something of your future and sort of hated it and you said “you know the color you feel when someone you love slowly forgets you”

and i swallowed hard and said yes, yes i had lived through a couple of those

you looked at the sky then. “i’d be one of those,” you said, “a whole sunset of them.”