Love Is The Point (wip)

She’s humming some old lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was young. The words are half lost on her, but the meaning still rings true. Alicent cradles her daughter, her sweet, lovely girl, her darling Helaena, and whispers, breathes i love you, oh my sweet child, my flesh and blood, i love you.

There is blood soaking through her white shift, there is blood trickling through the cracks of the Red Keep. Helaena does not cry.

altars made from your own bones on ao3

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace”

— Oscar Wilde (The Canterville Ghost)

the moment where. where she screams. screaming for help. i’m dying right now! screaming. and there’s no reaction at all. there’s nothing. it’s more devastating than judgment could be somehow. “i’m sorry. ignore me.” before she crumples and chokes. i’m never going to be okay again i think.

Sometimes I’m just so grateful to be alive it’s annoying. Like where the fuck did all these feelings come from???

Unreal Unearth + paintings (pt 1)(pt 2)

He got used to burying people a long time ago.

(Or, Javi wears his dog tags every time he goes out chasing, it means nothing (it means everything.)

Addy was broken goods, and that was just the bitter fucking truth.

people help the people

Whoever said getting an iud was a good idea (me) was a fucking liar

Exert from The Strangers' Picnic

Let us be kindhearted! Take me to the sea at dusk.

Let me hear what the sea tells you when it returns to itself at peace.

I won't change. I will embrace a wave and say:

Take me to the sea again.

This is what the fearful do:

when a burning star torments them, they go to the sea.

Mahmoud Darwish,

aidyn ♪ on X: "It pains me that people genuinely just see these names as numbers. Each name belonged to a life, a life that Israel took. Do not stop talking about Palestine." / X