i’ll be over on @barbiebruise for a while.
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i have an oc idea .
sweetbitter descant : coloured 𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 by its breeding , harnesses one cloudy - eyed halo holder after another with gracing of grazes . aureate strings send their subliminal alert , featherlight / LAPSARIAN / ajoined at jutting edge with candy tonic ( which clings to cut corners with such parnassian 𝐯𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , pitifully unparalleled & peremptorily lamentary ) . ❝ isn't that the point ? ❞ blame not the besotted harpist –––––– for THERE does presumption fall short ––––– but instead recast choler towards the muted receptor , the devious glare caught from glass eyne before their bearer rounds pandating pillar / the stamineus deviance spun of chrysalis stown into shadow . with naught to swill but surrounding , best to expedite expectation ! for what of when silken seam meets its unravelling , as premature as ‘ tis 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 ? blindness may be bliss . but one may find , amongst hourglass sands & retraced steps , between bloodied bandage & self - sawed stylobate , that bliss is not easily attained . ❝ though , i have to say –––––––––– not exactly what i was going for . ❞
auric confection as mediator in marble’s affixed courtship to tourmaline : a glazed , melichrous filter to remind geminiform apprehension of 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 / refract silhouette upon the skin & work honey into the wound . ( i , adonised with false finery / clad as per discretion of clepsydra , frighten even myself , for each tide that rises must soon shift to one that falls . ) ❝ . . . what are you supposed to be ? ❞ & so angels must define their evanescent heavens - on - earth in the time that stands between , a serontinal security or comfort in half - won acatalepsy . a palliative as a place to lay her head . sugared syrup / 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 .
@meddlingheels 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . ! / accepting .
nitid waste strewn at your feet , yours is a corpse in waiting ( blooms in cruor , bleeds in 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 / kismet - kissed love languages spear through mancrafted maltose ) . no sound , no song , save for crescendo of halcyon tides ––––––––––––– cacchinate numbing to caging that folds itself concave begets bated breath ; damned origin provides cherry with her pit . ❝ . . . remind me never to skip my morning coffee again . ❞ amassed of gritted tooth & faulty talon , outline intended trails in muted carmine / 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓
serves jagged settlement with utmost sensitivity . ❝ is it really that obvious ? ❞ demands that catch onto half - woven hems at evening’s incipience dilorcate one from even 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 , leave alamort asterim suspended in static . & decorated with residual riband , the cruel charade of another’s nightdress ! i have learned the hard way that the nature of the beast is nonchalant , NOCTIDAL .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 & 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 . ( i know not what is to follow . )
running with scissors is a novel by augusten burroughs. tw: blood, violence and suicidal ideation.
- ‘ don’t act out in anger. if you’re upset by this, talk to me about it. ’
- ‘ you look a little funny. is everything alright with you? ’
- ‘ there’s plenty of room here for you. ’
- ‘ you won’t get hurt, i promise. ’
- ‘ get away from me. ’
- ‘ go ahead, sweetheart, there’s more. ’
- ‘ you’re in a hospital. ’
- ‘ i’m just worried about you. ’
- ‘ now, it’s nearly one in the morning; way past your bedtime. ’
- ‘ we’ve got to get you all cleaned up, sugar. ’
- ‘ take a nap. ’
- ‘ close the door. ’
- ‘ a week won’t make any difference. ’
- ‘ come out now or we’ll have to get the police. ’
- ‘ i’m bleeding. ’
- ‘ you are so fucking judgmental. ’
- ‘ for starters, you’re alive. ’
- ‘ you don’t like them? ’
- ‘ i love you very, very much. ’
- ‘ you scared the shit out of me. ’
- ‘ i was afraid for my life tonight. ’
- ‘ do you wish you’d died? ’
- ‘ even if i did, nobody would believe it. ’
- ‘ would you like a few of these? ’
- ‘ i want to stab him with a butcher knife. ’
- ‘ what do you want to be when you grow up? ’
- ‘ can’t you two stop fighting? ’
- ‘ you forget something? ’
- ‘ i’m going through my own crisis here. ’
- ‘ it seems like you have to have experience for everything. ’
- ‘ you don’t really want to die, do you? ’
i’m sorry, can we talk about something for a second!