Ravage me with your lips
until my knees buckle
from the pleasure of your touch.
Grip. Bruise me.
Hold me in place.
Assault me with your
fingers, until I am ready,
until my arms tremble
off the emptiness
I’ve carved into my bones.
i’m going to go to bed now. in case you aren’t feeling your best tonight, remember to treat yourself the same way you would treat your favourite character. if you’re feeling down, here is a livestream of a rescued kittens centre, here is a way to make your own handwriting into a font, here is a calming art maker and here is a website filled with relaxing sounds.
The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction - until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature”. The Latin root simply means “letters”. Those letters are either delivered - they connect with an audience - or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books - and thus what they count as literature - really tells you more about them than it does about the book.
I fear one day you will wake up and think I’m no longer worth it.
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’
THIS WILL ALWAYS BE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SUPERNATURAL SCENES AND NO ONE WILL EVER TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME
This scene is reason #8739789789897 to LOVE Bobby Singer
Reason why Bobby Singer is 4309572093572x the father that John Winchester ever was.
Can I see your best evil stare ?
what happened from 2012 to 2013 coz omg I’m terrified
I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave,
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
imaging roy mustang dramatically singing set fire to the rain