“Nicky’s mother called.” “Oops, time’s up.”

You were an angel only when you could fly and a stranger when you lost your wings.

askpristin (via wnq-writers)

What do we want when we ruin each other? / I’ve done terrible things and I still want to know.

Alex Dimitrov, from “American Nothing,” published in The Baffler (via dvoyd)

mistakenxidentityx:

@bcrderline

It was all still so surreal to Mia. Not only had Sullivan purchased her, but he’d taken her away from the city. She felt safer now than she ever had in her life, certain that her former captor would have no idea where she was now. He couldn’t come back for her or hurt her ever again. A smile played on her lips, half feeling like it was permanently plastered there, looking around the new place. It was huge, at least, to her. They’d finally finished unpacking, and she was wandering from one area to the next, making sure they hadn’t missed anything, that everything was clean and dusted. She wanted it to be perfect. It was her way of showing him how happy she was, how much she appreciated everything he had done for her, at least, in part. “This place is so big,” she said it while they unpacked, but couldn’t help repeating herself. “I might get lost,” she joked, moving closer to him. “Have I thanked you in the last five minutes for everything?” Pushing up on her toes, she pressed a soft kiss to Sullivan’s lips, one of her hands resting low against his chest.

Sullivan had come to terms with the fact that he would never be able to cure the city of the poison it had been infected with but he knew that there was one person he could save. Selfishly, she had become the only person he wanted to save. Buying a big house was partially because he wanted to give her the best and because that was how he had lived for most of his life. “I hope I get good at finding,” he mused with a light chuckle as he wrapped her in his arms. “No but you don’t need to thank me, for anything.” He smiled, accepting the kiss with a happy sigh. “Looks the packing is finally done,” he whispered against her lips, pulling back slightly to observe her features. Due to their previous positions, he had felt guilty for a long time because of his feelings for her but now he could love her freely and he was lucky that she loved him back. “What do you want to do next?” He brushed aside a stray lock from her face as he looked down at her, content to stand there forever if she wanted.

Day after day, the echoes of losing you resonate in my bones.

Ranata Suzuki, Sad vibrations (via wnq-writers)

xechoed:

The small woman squeaked sharply in surprise, her knees digging into their mattress to press her ass into his hand. “Matty!” She whined, wiggling slightly, wanting some friction between her thighs. “Please…”

His tongue trailed along his lower lip and he gave another harsh smack, continuing an unpredictable pace until her pale flesh was glowing red. “You’re ass is so pretty like this. Are you going to be a good girl now?” He asked, leaning down to whisper into her ear.

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Goosebumps rose, but the woman didn’t flinch at his touch or pull away. “Or…maybe, you could make me cum. That sounds fun, don’t you think?” Echo said with timid sweetness, moving slowly to her knees on the bed. She pressed herself into his side, her lips trailing across his neck softly. “Either way…” She laid across his lap, offering her ass to be spanked.

“Punishment first,” he whispered, as his hand slid down the line of her body from her shoulder down to her ass. Without warning, he brought his hand down in a sharp smack to her pale flesh. Quickly, he smoothed a hand over the sensitive skin, pushing down her panties so she was completely bare and ready for her punishment.

can i pls have a plot where the guy is like a street fighter but he’s rly rly good and he’s trying to make an actual career out of it and actually joins a boxing gym to train and fight professional boxers bUT in comes the worried ex-girlfriend who’s trying to talk him out of everything and they still have feelings for each other but he’s always trying to convince her that he’s no good for her and like pushes her away constantly but he also knows he can’t live without her and she can’t live without him so she eventually decides to support him even though she’s still lowkey against it all so she goes to his fights and stuff and makes him his breakfast and does his laundry and takes care of him but there can be like arguments and lots of crying when he comes home every night with fresh wounds and bruises!!!!! imagine the angst and tears and kissing and sex and yelling pls gimme gimme

R U N

awolnation // ya tender

xechoed:

Her throat felt dry as he got up, looking up at him wonderingly. She felt suddenly more awake, hearing the rattle of chains, realizing what she had got herself into. She though he might spank her, but oh – “What are you gonna do?” Voice all breath, she sat up with a jolt.

He set down the chains on the sheets but kept the blindfold in his hand, he sat down at the edge of the bed, trailing the fingers of his free hand over the pale skin of her leg. “That depends. I know you want to be punished but I’m having a hard time deciding. Should I just spank you until your ass is red and pretty or should I tie you up, play with you until you’re at the edge and then forbid you from cumming? Both, maybe?”

So I ate myself, bite by bite, and the tears washed me, wave after cowardly wave,…

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems: “The Sickness Unto Death,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

Beau Taplin || T h e  C o r n e r   (via afadthatlastsforever)

100 Day Song Challenge Day 13 - A favourite cover song

Just be yourself.

But I have been familiar with ruins too long to dislike desolation.

Lord Byron, in a letter to Thomas Moore   (via le-immorte)

i’m sorry for all the blood i left on your lips / for loving you into ruin.

WHISPERS IN THE WIND | a.e.m.  (via dangerousworship)