Tag: ink

silversongsuggestion:

Star veins pumping, his wrists are blue under the lipstick if you squint. Believe me, I’m squinting.

When I was a girl, I used to wonder what it was like when stars fell. Did it hurt? Did they fall just so I could make a wish? Are shooting stars just sparkling martyrs in space?

Some days, he tastes like desire. Most days he tastes deceptively human. I don’t really know what to do with that.

I put him in every metaphor, in every margin, in every crinkled paper becoming lost in the back of my bag.

I don’t know how to be rescued, so I don’t know how to rescue anyone else. See, I know he fell from the sky for me. He landed in the sea and hasn’t been able to spit the waves out again. That’s okay, I know a thing or too about drowning too.

Halos don’t float overhead. They wrap themselves around veins, throats, pupils, and they rest. Did you know looking at a halo can blind you? At least to the rest of the world. If you squint, you can see halos ringing the blue in his wrists.

silversongsuggestion:

I want to touch him like dawn, like sunrise, like this is the beginning of time . I want the edge of reality to stay behind the glass, and give us some fucking privacy for once. I want to touch him like birthing an empire into his skin, to love him like absolution, to hold him like the freedom of rapture which is to say I do not want my arms to be a cage. I want to be the patron Saint of Midas, so that I can turn his soul to gold with every kiss.

wickedmlm:

Clouds cover the morning sun and the sky rediscovers darkness. The forest waits humbly, casting shadows through its leaves and rendering its own twilight, and confused fireflies sing their graces through the light on their backs. You wait also. But humans are such impatient, fickle creatures. So you go deeper in, where the trees are older, where the world itself seems to hum something– not the trees, not the birds, not the frogs or the bugs– it’s something more, ancient and alive with magic. And now you are a trespasser– he appears before you, beautiful and almost shimmering with something that might be moonlight and something that might be magic– and he offers you, this trespasser, one option. There is only one option.

You stay with him in that forest forever.