"Will you just tell me what your fucking problem is? You're acting crazy, you know that, but you think you can still pretend everything is fine? Spit it out!"
"I'm— I'm being haunted."
I've said the forbidden thing. And I'm waiting for the ceiling to fall on top of us or for the ground to swallow me whole, but all i see and feel is the horror on their faces. Why isn't Celia, the Celia whom I murdered not doing a single thing? It is only when i lift my head to see their horrified faces once again that I understand.
I understand to such a degree that I break into maniacal laughter as the world spins around me. Both me and the woman haunting me— we share a common goal now.
I want to We want to torture the people who made me murder her. "Maybe Celia's not haunting me. Maybe I'm posessed by her. For I've never understood a person this much before!"
"You watch your mouth, new prince. Before I—"
"Before you strip me off the 'chosen hero' title? Well to hell with your fucking special play, your uniqueness. Curse you and that royal blood— After all, what kind of chosen hero, What kind of God' s favourite hold's a knife to a young woman's innocent throat? All in the name of 'erasing cursed heritage?' In the name of the cause, you ruined me! You all have forgotten yourselves! Even declared yourself king, at the expense of making me a murderer. At the expense of the love of my life— no, the life of my love!" Celia uses her powers now. No, her presence is stronger. She uses it to shut me up, ofcourse. Frightening, how love is enough to shake the souls of the dead, aswell.
After all, I only confessed my love for her once she was incapable of loving me back.
"Lock him up. Cut him until he swears by the blood."
I pray she will use her powers to intervene, and save me from the torture. I hear no objection as I'm dragged away. What a creative manner to reject me, my celia. I will admire you from hell
"Will you just tell me what your fucking problem is? You're acting crazy, you know that, but you think you can still pretend everything is fine? Spit it out!"
"I'm— I'm being haunted."
"He wraps my fingers around the knife.
he's so close.
The only barrier between us is this pointed silver weapon.
He whispers softly, inches away from my lips— "Kill or kiss."
He moves even more forward, if that is possible. His breathy words are hush of air on my lips "-the choice is yours."
My heart is hammering in my chest. His eyes hold mine captive, not leaving for a second.
He stares at me, so desperate—
I press the tip of the knife into his throat.
My shadow casts over him as his knees grow weaker, eventually sitting him on top of the bed. Thighs find themselves on either side of him.
Blood trickles where I've pressed the knife.
My lips brush his and I feel the electricity dominating his nerves. I do not flinch when I speak.
"Why not both?"
—Hana Malik
Would you read? Written when I was 12 so I'm considering dropping it.
Tumblr has so much potential 😬 it's kind of sad
I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺
I hope writers realize that were not here to
Impress anyone
Make people like us
We're not even here to write well
We're here to finish the book
And not be historically accurate or use the correct word for it
I hope we writers know you can overexplain something and then remember the short word that summarises the 3 pages once u publish the book
This is for all teenage, rupi kaur 'cringey' writers as well. (I dont like u but u deserve a place on this earth aswell)
— Clementine Von Radics, from Courtney Love Prays to Oregon (via lunamonchtuna)
How many of you would read a romance wattpad Novel of an indian princess and her Pakistani Knight running away together??lmk
Moloccan Electus is one of my favourite red parrots 🤌 it's like you read my mind! I love the red against the green✅❤😩
a moluccan eclectus for @hanamal1k !!
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
If this pain chooses not to leave me
I hope I end my life
I hope I don't force myself to live through it all with the false hope that I will find peace and love and dreams coming true
I hope I can give myself the privilege of death and not force myself to live for others
Oh my goddd im in my teenage depression phase 😦