Hidden Away

Let me show you and convey how dear I hold you far away from expectation and restriction, wanting you is my addiction.

Your sweet blood on my red lips, your soft skin under my fingertips.

Hidden away among the stars it's you and me - and healing scars.

My @hd-fangfest piece which posted today :) you can also find it on AO3

Prompted by the lovely @stargazing-enby 

Eighth Year secret relationship. At night, they meet in the Astronomy Tower so character A can graze character B's throat with his fangs and taste a few droplets of blood, which is an incredibly pleasurable experience for both of them. I leave it up to the viewer to decide who the vampire is ;)

ps: if the image is not being displayed nicely, here is a link to the image itself

I’m going to sleep now and can I please have my inbox flooded when I wake up

If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

Kurt Vonnegut

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say...]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

Sunrise, Louise Glück

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.

k.b. // by jennifer johnson

i hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could

- nick <3

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Juliette Lewis

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Ernest Hemingway

"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"

-filmythings

You will search for me in another person, I promise.

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