sometimes i read a book that i just saw and like the cover and then i go on pinterest and discover that i have joined an international cult and thre is no way out of it
And in the centers...
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
When my memory of you seems to fade
And I ask, "Who are we?"
Read to me
The letters I wrote for you
Tell me the stories behind them
When my memory of you seems to fade
Play me our favorite songs
And sing me ours
Remind me about our love
The way you have always reminded me
When my memory of you seems to fade
And I don't recognize you
Remind me of,
The evening that rained like the world was ending
Ask me 36 questions
Look me in the eye and demand the 4 minutes I rain-checked on.
When my memory of you seems to fade
And I flinch away from your touch
Hold my hand in yours tighter
Let the warmth of your hand
Unfreeze my memories of you that I dearly cherish.
(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title
i overthink….therefore….i overam….
nina: I’m cold.
matthias: have my jacket.
inej: I’m cold.
kaz: *gets wylan to set ketterdam on fire*
Never felt more seen.
"Dark academic?" More like "someone please help me holy shit I can't continue living like this and the only thing keeping me from falling off my rocker is literature."
Give me sudden collapses. Please.
Give me stumbling and wavering and vision going blurry before going black.
Give me running and faltering and crumpling like a ragdoll.
Give me standing up mid-argument and words trailing off and eyes rolling back.
Give me slamming into things on the way down. Give me frantic, scrambling catches by the unprepared. Give me a soft thud and heads turning back in unison.
Give me curses, give me worry, give me eyes that close and do not open.
Give me a fight that’s over, give me looking up at the sky in relief, give me letting go.
Give me the sight of legs that no longer work, of eyes that flutter shut, of a body dropping to the floor.