Euphcmisms - 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

In the beginning, we held the universe in our mouths and stardust dripped bloody from our lips. We were celestial and we were hungry and we were magic. In the beginning, we loved like monsters, splitting our bones wide open, setting our broken bodies on fire, licking poison from our wrists. We were hollow and we were titans and we were terrible. In the beginning, we reveled in our unholiness, in the freedom of our sins. We never asked for forgiveness and the world burned and burned and burned. We were wild and we were wide-eyed and we were forgotten. We will rebuild the kingdom out of teeth.

Emily Palermo, Genesis (via starredsoul)

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“We were meant to be gods We were meant to own the sky shake the Earth with our breath carry oceans in our tears conquer kingdoms with a single shot We were meant to soar above even the brightest stars But they plucked the ambrosia from my lips and they sucked the divinity from your name and they cast us out like original sin out of Eden and they left us here bare-handed in socked feet with wounded hearts and mortal sins and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to our hair So I sank down to hell made playmates with the fallen devils learned how to stay warm by the heat of hellfire So you leapt into the sky made warmates with the fallen stars learned how to fly by the trail of a dying comet So you resurrected me with your poisoned lips and I breathed your name back to life and we built ourselves up from the depth of this cursed land brick by brick bone by bone breath by breath sin by ghostly sin And one day, my love, we will reach up into the heavens and bring down their castle in the clouds and leave them as they left us: bare-handed in socked feet with wounded hearts and immortal sins and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to their hair One day, my love, we will be what d e s t r o y e d the gods.”

— hell is just a meeting room for the forgotten and the abandoned ( j.p. )  (via pencap)

me

What do you do for a living

i try my best

Oh, girls, girls, you’re both pretty. Can I go home now?

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-,’ types of people ,’-

amsterdam: messy hair, open-minded, old notebooks, the color black, smudged eyeliner, eye bags, gentle kisses, bruised knuckles, black coffee, sneaking out at midnight, starry skies, holding hands, blushing, wandering through cities

tokyo: soft smiles, looks intimidating, intelligent beings, mirror selfies, watching horror movies, rainy days, great sense of fashion, photography, writing poems, misty forests, fantasy books, the scent of vanilla, cats, green tea

london: powerful presence, conspiracy theories, astronomy, believes in fate, cares but doesn’t show it, late night talks, fuzzy socks, hot chocolate, genuine laughs, trying to be the better version of themselves, introverted

paris: oversized sweaters, roses, indie songs, coffee shops, longing after romance, nostalgia, ponytails, rosy cheeks, painted nails, taking polaroid pictures, pretty handwriting, playing the ukulele, thrift-shopping, freckles

“I was surprised how some people were clutching their pearls about my Ken, as though they ever thought about Ken for a second before this. They never played with Ken. Nobody plays with Ken. He’s an accessory and not even one of the cool ones.”