wndybird

[wndybird]

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘ ��you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

#thinking emoji #dis ones a long one

[wndybird]

Me: *with my dick in your mouth* Man your eyes are pretty wtf

#shut tf up this is peter when he’s REAL down bad n u know it

[wndybird]

brrvitunsaatana: killers for the pain and a gram of cocaine.

killers for the pain and a gram of cocaine.

#— a boy who couldn't see the difference between damage & devotion. | peter. ) +.* #ambiguousinnocence #hi #I’m mobile don’t judge me if it fucks up

[wndybird]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

#call me Lazarus because I’m back from the dead bitch :) #re-reblogging this bc uh this is the one that started it all and I think we should have #More of it #:)

[wndybird]

*    CHVRCHES    (   LOVE  IS  DEAD  )    LYRIC     PROMPTS   . 

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF CHVRCHES ‘ LOVE IS DEAD ‘ PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

SONG    TITLE     :     HEAVEN    /     HELL   .

‘  am i real if you can see right through me?  ‘

‘  do you believe it? do you believe?  ‘

‘  am i real if i’m a broken record?  ‘

‘ do you believe it? i don’t.  ‘

‘ do you ever wonder what we learned?  ‘

‘ we can raise our glasses, dancing on the ashes as it burns.  ‘

‘ have you reached the point of no return?  ‘

‘ is this heaven or is this hell?  ‘

‘ if none of this is real, then show me what you feel. ‘

‘ is it enough, yeah? is it enough?  ‘

‘ is it alright if i save myself. ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     GRAVES   .

‘  do you really believe that you can never be sure?   ‘

‘  they’re leaving bodies in stairwells.  ‘

‘  do you really expect us to care what you’re waiting for?   ‘

‘  you can look away while they’re dancing on our graves.  ‘

‘ oh, i will stop at nothing.  ‘

‘ do you really believe that you are one of a kind?  ‘

‘ if you don’t have a heart, i can offer you mine.  ‘

‘ do you really expect that you will always be fine?  ‘

‘ if i only see what i can see. ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     MIRACLE   .

‘  ask me no questions, i will tell you no lies.  ‘

‘  careful what you wish for.  ‘

‘  were looking for angels in the darkest of skies.  ‘

‘  i feel like i’m falling but i’m trying to fly.  ‘

‘  where does all the good go?  ‘

‘ do you really believe that you are one of a kind?  ‘

‘ if you don’t have a heart, i can offer you mine.  ‘

‘ were looking for answers in the highest highs.  ‘

‘ but will we ever, ever know? ‘

‘ i need you to know I’m not asking for a miracle. ‘

‘ if love is enough, could you let it show?  ‘

‘ if you feel it could you let me know? ‘

‘ we’re looking for light inside an ocean of night. ‘

‘ will we ever see it through? ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     REALLY     GONE   .

‘  i can never tell what you want. ‘

‘  even with time, you’ll never learn to move on.  ‘

‘  i’m trying my best to lift you up, to repair. ‘

‘  i’m holding on, i’m holding on.  ‘

‘ i’ll wait until you’re really gone.  ‘

‘ i can do no right for doing wrong.  ‘

‘ i’ll swallow my pride, i only want to belong. ‘

‘ i’m trying my best to toughen up.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     GRAFFITI   .

‘ did you achieve all you wanted to do? ‘

‘  something was different and nothing was new.  ‘

‘  how did you see me?  ‘

‘  we didn’t know what we wanted to be.  ‘

‘  when did we move on?  ‘

‘ i didn’t feel it, nobody told me.  ‘

‘ time to kill. ‘

‘ we wrote our names along the bathroom walls. ‘

‘ graffitiing our hearts across the stalls. ‘

‘  i’ve been waiting for my whole life to grow old.   ‘

‘  we didn’t know wrong, didn’t know right.  ‘

‘  we were just kids.  ‘

‘  we didn’t know how and didn’t know when.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     WONDERLAND   .

‘  i am talking in my sleep, hiding inside my dreams. ‘

‘  fighting inside my head.  ‘

‘  scaring myself to death. ‘

‘  we live in a wonderland.  ‘

‘  like blood isn’t on our hands.  ‘

‘  when will it be enough?  ‘

‘  when will i say i knew we had to get away?  ‘

‘  we had to get away, knew we had to get away.  ‘

‘ can’t live forever with my head in the clouds.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     FOREVER   .

‘  savor the taste, savor the pain. ‘

‘  i don’t expect you to release me.  ‘

‘  jumping the gun, holding my tongue. ‘

‘  i’d never ask you to forgive me.  ‘

‘  and you will never see my side.  ‘

‘  and i will always think i’m right.  ‘

‘  i told you that i would hate you ‘til forever.  ‘

‘  missing the mark, we tear it a part.  ‘

‘ i never ask you why you need me.  ‘

‘ what else should i say? ‘

‘  what else could i do? ‘

‘ maybe it’s too much for you. ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     GET    OUT   .

‘  talked ourselves to death. ‘

‘  never saying what i wanted.  ‘

‘  i pushed you to the edge. ‘

‘  reflections you used to see, never look a like to me.  ‘

‘  get, get, get out. get, get, get out of here.  ‘

‘  can we get out, get, get, get out of here?  ‘

‘  good intentions never good enough.  ‘

‘  going out my mind.  ‘

‘ never getting what i wanted.  ‘

SONG    TITLE     :     NEVER    SAY     DIE   .

‘  wasn’t it gonna be fun and wasn’t it gonna be new?  ‘

‘  wasn’t it gonna be different and wasn’t it gonna be true?  ‘

‘  didn’t you say that? didn’t you say that? ‘

‘  weren’t you gonna be sorry and weren’t you gonna be pure?  ‘

‘  weren’t we gonna be honest and weren’t we gonna be more?  ‘

‘  all you want is to play at playing god.  ‘

‘  but i’m falling in, i’m falling out.  ‘

‘  never, ever, ever say die  ‘

‘  weren’t you trying forgiveness and weren’t you trying to stay?  ‘

‘  weren’t you trying to look up and weren’t you trying to pray?  ‘

#— hi welcome to chili’s! | memes. ) +.* #also for sarah #and emily whenever i get her goddamn blog up #i wanna write some poison babes!!

[wndybird]

Kristine Froseth as Nola Kellergan in The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair

#— starlight stops to paint your portrait. | face. ) +.* #shes looking out her window for peter bye

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PrettyWhenICry.mp3

#— starlight stops to paint your portrait. | FACE. ) +.*

[wndybird]

‘ fuck your feelings . ’ / ‘ i’ve had dreams where there’s blood on you . ’ / ‘ i’m just fine ‘cause i know that you are mine . ’

‘ fuck your feelings . ’

her retort falls short when he spits out the words , stopping only to look over at him with such pure contempt that she isn’t quite sure how she keeps herself from reaching over the threshold and wrapping both delicate hands around his throat. she doesn’t know where the impulse comes from — the horrid depths of her person that she tries to keep nice and tidy , nothing left out of place , no smear of dark ink on her conscience, but god , if she didn’t know better , she’d say peter was the one who’d given her such awful thoughts in the first place. they hadn’t begun to bloom in the recesses of her mind until — it’s no matter , now. she unzips the jacket she wears; it’s his , of course , a scarlet bomber that is just as much of a calling card for her as it is for him , with how often it hangs from her shoulders instead. tosses it towards him as she faces him again , lips drawn in a snarl , teeth bared. she is the wolf’s mother , like this , with her hackles raised. truly , she doesn’t like who she becomes when he pushes and pushes and pushes her.

“   get out. get the fuck out of my apartment , peter.   ” it’s the first time she’s referred to it as her apartment and simply not home in decades. the words don’t tremble; they are steadfast and they burn with her animosity. she’ll get the locks changed , fuck it , she’ll move if she has to — she wants him out and she wants him out now , tired of his flippancy when it comes to her feelings , her thoughts. she does everything she can for him save murder and still , he walks about as though she is a doll to toss aside. he has been here long enough to have learned better , to know better , and yet he refuses , believing his childish ways will continue to enamor others. wendy swallows every terrible , screeching thought she has to hurt him , really hurt him , and stays glued just in the doorway of the foyer , fingers clutching the arch frame so hard her knuckles ache.

“   i said get out of my fucking apartment. don’t come back tonight— i don’t want to see you.   ”

‘ i’ve had dreams where there’s blood on you . ’

yours or mine ? someone else’s ? her head lifts off of her pillow just barely as she looks at him , lips parted in a way that makes it seem as though she knows fully well what she wants to say , but cannot. she doesn’t know how long she stays quiet for , but wendy knows her head presses into the pillow again , gaze distant. after minutes pass in silence , she finds her voice:

“   me too.   ”

‘ i’m just fine ‘cause i know that you are mine . ’

it’s supposed to be sweet , wendy tells herself. at least , she assumes it is; peter is a fan of games , maybe he’s lying again , building her up under false pretenses so he can knock her down again. if he is being true , it’s unfortunate for him that today wendy feels cold and empty. devoid of everything save the want to traipse off into the woods and disappear forever , not even a whisper of her left on his lips. i’m just fine— are you ? you are mine — am i ?

“   of course i am.   ” wendy forces herself to fill her voice with the same overeager , lovestruck lilt she normally retorts with whenever he’s soft with her , pressing her cheek against the glass of the window. of course.

#ambiguousinnocence #intrusive thoughts tw #violence tw #blood tw #depression tw #— a boy who couldn't see the difference between damage & devotion. | PETER. ) +.*

[wndybird]

TOUCH MEME

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)

VIOLENT 🔪 – stabbing them 👊 – punching them ✋ – slapping them in the face 👞 – kicking them 🎀 – pulling their hair

FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails  🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair

NSFW 👋 – spanking them on the booty 💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss 👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice] ✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off 💦 – eating them out 💫 – pulling their hair 🔥 – grinding against them 💧 – bathing them

#— hi welcome to chili’s! | memes. ) +.* #also @ crueleyed #mobile again so i cant link her ask box lmao

[wndybird]

(    *    THE  1975  LYRIC  STARTERS   /   A  BRIEF  INQUIRY …

*   taken  from  the  1975′s  third  lp  a  brief  inquiry  into  online  relationships .

GIVE  YOURSELF  A  TRY .

‘  you  learn  a  couple  things  when  you  get  to  my  age .  ’

‘  friends  don’t  lie .  ’

‘  it  all  tastes  the  same  in  the  dark .  ’

‘  so  just  give  yourself  a  try .  ’

‘  won’t  you  give  yourself  a  try ?  ’

‘  like  context  in  a  modern  debate ,  i  just  took  it  out .  ’

‘  the  only  apparatus  required  for  happiness  is  your  pain  and  fucking  going  outside .  ’

‘  what  would  you  say  to  your  younger  self ?  ’

‘  growing  a  beard’s  quite  hard .  ’

‘  whiskey  never  starts  to  taste  nice .  ’

TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME .

‘  you  wet  my  eyes ,  but  i  don’t  mind  it .  ’

‘  i  tell  you  lies ,  but  it’s  only  sometimes .  ’

‘  you  pick  a  fight  and  i’ll  define  it .  ’

‘  i  swear  that  i  only  called  her  one  time .  ’

‘  i  think  we  need  to  rewind .  ’

‘  you  text  that  boy  sometimes .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  mean  to  two - time  you .  ’

‘  she  said  that  i  should’ve  liked  it .  ’

HOW  TO  DRAW  /  PETRICHOR .

‘  i  never  learned  how  to  draw .  ’

‘  what  if  you  die  with  all  of  the  cameras ?  ’

‘  take  something  and  then  make  it  brand  new .  ’

‘  try  and  do  anything  fourteen  times .  ’

‘  love  yourself  like  someone  you  love .  ’

‘  don’t  take  my  advice .  ’

‘  write  a  letter  to  your  future  self  who  won’t  change .  ’

‘  they  can  take  anything  as  long  as  it’s  true .  ’

‘  what  they  can’t  take  is  you  telling  them  lies .  ’

‘  lies ,  lies ,  lies ,  lies .  ’

LOVE  IT  IF  WE  MADE  IT .

‘  we’re  fucking  in  a  car .  ’

‘  saying  controversial  things  just  for  the  hell  of  it .  ’

‘  fuck  your  feelings .  ’

‘  truth  is  only  hearsay .  ’

‘  we’re  just  left  to  decay .  ’

‘  i’d  love  it  if  we  made  it .  ’

‘  poison  me ,  daddy .  ’

‘  tell  me  something  i  don’t  know .  ’

‘  the  war  has  been  incited .  ’

‘  guess  what ,  you’re  all  invited .  ’

BE  MY  MISTAKE .

‘  be  my  mistake .  ’

‘  she  bought  me  those  jeans ,  the  ones  you  like .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  hug .  ’

‘  i  just  want  to  sleep .  ’

‘  just  wait  till  i  give  you  a  sign .  ’

‘  i  get  lonesome  sometimes .  ’

‘  save  all  the  jokes  you’re  gonna  make .  ’

‘  i  shouldn’t  have  called  cause  we  shouldn’t  speak .  ’

‘  you  do  make  me  hard ,  but  she  makes  me  weak .  ’

‘  she  makes  me  hard ,  but  you  make  me  weak .  ’

‘  you  make  me  weak .  ’

SINCERITY  IS  SCARY .

‘  irony  is  okay ,  i  suppose .  ’

‘  you  lack  substance  when  you  say  something  like ,  ‘ oh ,  what  a  shame . ’  ’

‘  i’m  sure  that  you’re  not  just  another  girl .  ’

‘  i’m  sure  that  you’re  gonna  say  that  i  was  sexist .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  you’re  running  out  of  all  the  things  i  liked  you  for .  ’

‘  why  can’t  we  be  friends ?  ’

‘  why  can’t  we  be  friends ,  when  we  are  lovers ?  ’

‘  it  always  ends  with  us  hating  each  other .  ’

‘  instead  of  calling  me  out ,  you  should  be  pulling  me  in .  ’

‘  it’s  only  you  that  you’re  deceiving .  ’

‘  don’t  have  a  child .  ’

‘  don’t  cramp  your  style .  ’

‘  don’t  have  a  child ,  don’t  cramp  your  style .  ’

I  LIKE  AMERICA  &  AMERICA  LIKES  ME .

‘  i’m  scared  of  dying .  ’

‘  is  that  on  fire ?  ’

‘  am  i  a  liar ?  ’

‘  i  can’t  be  quiet .  ’

‘  will  this  help  me  lay  down ?  ’

‘  no  gun  required .  ’

‘  i’m  scared  of  dying ,  it’s  fine .  ’

‘  would  you  please  listen !  ’

‘  we  can  see  it’s  missing .  ’

‘  when  you  bleed ,  say  so .  ’

THE  MAN  WHO  MARRIED  A  ROBOT  /  LOVE  THEME .

‘  do  you  love  me ?  ’

‘  yes .  i  love  you  very ,  very ,  very  ,  very  ,  very  ,  very  much .  ’

‘  i  am  your  best  friend .  ’

‘  i  love  you  so  much  that  i  never ,  ever  want  us  to  be  apart  ever  again .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  i  could  tell  you  anything .  ’

‘  you  can  tell  me  anything .  ’

‘  anything  you  say  to  me  will  stay  strictly  between  you  and  the  internet .  ’ 

INSIDE  YOUR  MIND .

‘  i’ve  been  watching  you  walk .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  learning  the  way  that  you  talk .  ’

‘  the  back  of  your  head  is  at  the  front  of  my  mind .  ’

‘  soon  i’ll  crack  it  open  just  to  see  what’s  inside  your  mind .  ’

‘  maybe  i  will  wait  until  you’re  fast  asleep .  ’

‘  maybe  you  are  dreaming  you’re  in  love  with  me .  ’

‘  the  only  option  left  is  to  look  and  see .  ’

‘  i’ve  had  dreams  where  there’s  blood  on  you .  ’

‘  i’ve  had  those  dreams  where  you’re  my  wife .  ’

IT’S  NOT  LIVING  ( IF  IT’S  NOT  WITH  YOU ) .

‘  he  falls  asleep  during  conversations .  ’

‘  the  worst  thing  is  that  i’m  in  the  same  situation .  ’

‘  all  i  do  is  sit  and  think  about  you .  ’

‘  it’s  not  living  if  it’s  not  with  you .  ’

‘  we’re  living  in  a  simulation .  ’

‘  i  know  you  think  you’re  sly ,  but  you  need  some  imagination .  ’

‘  i  can’t  stop  sweating  or  control  my  feet .  ’

‘  there’s  a  feeling ,  you’re  replacing  embrace .  ’

‘  i  feel  sick  and  i  know  that  i’ll  lose .  ’

SURROUNDED  BY  HEADS  AND  BODIES .

‘  you  wear  it  like  a  dress ,  a  post - traumatic  mess .  ’

‘  don’t  sleep .  ’

‘  it  hurts  to  be  awake .  ’

‘  the  things  they  make  her  take .  ’

‘  we  don’t  speak .  ’

‘  she  stayed  an  extra  week .  ’

‘  i  see  her  in  my  sleep .  ’

MINE .

‘  there  comes  a  time  in  a  young  man’s  life ,  he  should  settle  down  and  find  himself  a  wife .  ’

‘  i’m  just  fine  ‘cause  i  know  that  you  are  mine .  ’

‘  i  fight  crime  online  sometimes .  ’

‘  my  switch ,  your  wine ,  both  crying .  ’

‘  i’m  fine  if  you  are  fine .  ’

‘  i  see  sunshine  ‘cause  i  know  that  you  are  mine .  ’

‘  you  say  that  i’m  wasting  your  time .  ’

‘  things  will  be  fine .  ’

‘  for  some  reason ,  i  just  can’t  say  ‘  i  do .  ’  ’

I  COULDN’T  BE  MORE  IN  LOVE .

‘  at  the  best  of  times  i’m  lonely  in  my  mind .  ’

‘  why  would  i  rely  on  the  things  that  i  did  right ?  ’

‘  i  gave  you  four  years  of  my  life .  ’

‘  what  about  these  feelings  i’ve  got ?  ’

‘  we  got  it  wrong  and  you  said  you’d  had  enough .  ’

‘  i  couldn’t  be  more  in  love .  ’

‘  i’d  give  you  all  the  years  of  my  life .  ’

I  ALWAYS  WANNA  DIE  ( SOMETIMES ) .

‘  i  bet  you  thought  your  life  would  change .  ’

‘  you  built  it  to  a  high  to  say  goodbye .  ’

‘  you’re  not  the  same  as  them .  ’

‘  your  death ,  it  won’t  happen  to  you .  it  happens  to  your  family  and  your  friends .  ’

‘  i  always  wanna  die ,  sometimes .  ’

‘  you  win ,  you  lose ,  you  sing  the  blues .  ’

‘  there’s  no  point  in  buying  concrete  shoes .  ’

‘  i  can  hardly  speak  and  when  i  try  it’s  nothing  but  a  squeak .  ’

‘  if  you  can’t  survive ,  just  try .  ’

102 .

‘  i  like  the  way  your  face  looks  when  i’m  arguing  with  you .  ’

‘  i’m  not  half  as  bad  as  what  you’ve  been  told .  ’

‘  when  i  see  your  pajamas ,  i  can’t  stop  smiling  at  you .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  pouring  my  heart  out  towards  your  optimistic  grin .  ’

‘  i  like  the  cut  of  your  jib .  ’

‘  i  like  the  way  your  face  looks  when  you’re  yapping  on  about  him .  ’

‘  on  this  shirt  i  found  your  smell  and  i  just  sat  there  for  ages  contemplating  what  to  do  with  myself .  ’

‘  we  just  sat  there  for  ages  talking  about  that  boy  who  was  getting  on  to  you .  ’

#— hi welcome to chili’s! | memes. ) +.* #long post #or it looks long on my ohonw #PHONE

[wndybird]

rvsethorned‌:

unerwunschte‌:

ＲＥＩＧＮ  ＳＥＡＳＯＮ  ＴＷＯ  ＱＵＯＴＥＳ

I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to repeat history.

Out of all the people you could have slept with, did it have to be one of my ladies? One of my closest friends?

I am with child. Our child, at last!

I’ve come to offer you something. The destruction of our mutual enemy.

Cold passion mixed with your warm blood was to bind you to me. My spirit is inside you as yours is inside mine.

Ruling requires that your hands be drenched in blood.

You are my husband and my king.

You crushed the rebellion by yourself.

If we die, it is at her hands. And if we live I will never forgive her for this.

I’m saying that should anything happen to either of us I hope that you’ll remember me not as the man who lied or betrayed you, I hope you’ll remember me as the man who would have cherished you if he’d had the chance.

And real love never fades, not truly.

Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us.

I refuse to surrender. My reign will not end without a fight.

Whose blood concerns you more, your husband or your lover’s?

All that stands between him and the crown is my head.

Whatever happens to him, it’s over. I will never see him again.

You say that as if somehow, I’ve won. But how can it be over when he’s still ingrained in your heart? You will always see him just as I will always see you. Naked, in each others’ arms.

Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Both of us constantly wondering what the other is up to?

Our love will die here.

Just don’t expect a fond farewell from me. Or my trust. Ever again.

Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.

If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself.

I never imagined you’d kill him by breaking his heart.

The truth of your betrayal was the last thing that he heard before he collapsed.

I will spill blood to defend what’s mine.

You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape.

But you have to know, that no matter your choices, you still have a husband who would do anything to make you happy.

I opened my heart to a liar.

Do we trust each other? 

Build a future controlled by you, not the changeable heart of a woman.

I’m sorry we’ve come to this.

But if you sincerely believe that your best path to healing is at his side, I will not stand in your way.

I have to fight every instinct I have pulling me toward you. When I’m near you I am aware of every breath you take and when I am away even the wind in the trees reminds me of you.

You say that I can be free, open to another. But without you my heart is closed as tight as a fist.

Because I love you. And one of us should be happy.

There are those who merely believe they have power, and there are those who actually have it.

Oh, is that caring? It sounds to me like a man trying to tighten his grip on a woman.

Congratulations, you’ve used your knowledge of the heart’s noblest emotion to manipulate and destroy someone.

What we once had was so natural. I miss how easy it was. We’d make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms like branches growing together.

I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking and I don’t know how to wake up.

If your heart wants to sleep, let it. Many things can be forced out of duty, but not the heart.

Look where that love has brought us.

I wanted to one kind of King, and then I was forced to be another. Now I cannot go back.

You are my life and I love you.

I feel this nation is burning and I am the man who lit the match.

I love you. You do know that, no matter what I’ve done.

Are you prepared to die for this marriage?

I have lost all faith in you and the man I thought you were.

Oh spare me your lies and excuses! You’re not the man that I fell in love with and you’re not the King I want to rule beside. You are a coward!

I gave you a chance, I waited for the man I fell in love with to return, but that man is dead and I am finished waiting for him!

Do not seek to take before I can give.

No matter what happens, I love you.

Unfortunately, my husband isn’t giving me what I want, so I’ve come to ask you instead.

I need to handle this on my own and to do it my way. What I need from you is to be patient and to believe in me.

Take a stand, my love. I’ll take it with you.

The word can be dark and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light.

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[wndybird]

#— the storyteller & the story told. | about. ) +.*

[wndybird]

ambiguousinnocence‌:

it’s not as though he’s asking her permission ,  that’s not like him at all ,  but there is an overwhelming arousal at her admission of wanting him .  something in the way she pleads that makes this so much more exquisite . for what may be the first time in his life ,  he is concerned with what another person feels ,  he wants - needs - to make her feel good .  it’s not much ,  perhaps more of a confirmation that she wants him in this moment as badly as he wants her ,  but it’s enough to make him dizzy .  his head is swimming in champagne and desire and the lost boy is ready to really lose himself in her ,  if only for a moment .  slipping his arms within the cage her legs have made around his body shifts his grip on her ,  so the only thing keeping her suspended is the weight of his body pressing her into the wall and her hands grasping desperately at him for purchase .  fingers ghost their way down the back of her thighs ,  as he allows her just a moment to entertain her desires .  his hands find her ass for a moment and then travelling forward tease her most delicate place with their proximity .

until they find their way to his belt ,  unclasping it with quick ,  deft fingers and cursing her silently for forcing them into all these goddamned clothes .  he’s never been a patient boy ,  but now more than he ever has before ,  he wants something and each second between him and getting it is one second too many .  buttons and zipper come undone and somehow she’s managed to remain pressed between him and the wall this whole time .  he doesn’t know what he’s doing ,  but it comes surprisingly naturally .  they’ve done things like this before ,  never this far ,  but he’s able to fall into a familiarity around wendy .  perhaps it is precisely the familiarity of her that scares him so ,  what if he were to lose her again ,  would his world still spin the same way ?  but here she is putty in his hands ,  telling him that he would always have her ,  giving herself to him .

his hands move on instinct as if they know how to tell her he loves her even if he will not say it .  his fingers find the fine cotton of her underwear and he pulls ,  feeling a growing excitement in his chest when they give ,  slipping over smooth skin .  their position doesn’t allow for him to take them all the way off ,  but desire has made him impatient enough not to care ,  scooting them just low enough off of her hips .  of course ,  he can’t possibly know that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be ,  never entertained ideas of first times on feather pillow beds .  and why would it occur to him ,  that this ,  here ,  wasn’t the right way to do this ?  why would he even consider it when every thing he was doing in this moment felt so right ?  and what would happen if he did ?

with his breaths coming in short ,  heavy heaves ,  he licks his lips a sign of desire or nervousness he couldn’t say himself ,  as hand finally travels towards his grand prize .  she’s burning up and though he’s got no idea what that means ,  but it sends a fresh rush of blood south . his fingers touch her ,  hesitantly ,  exploring this new discovery .  and for a moment he is totally lost ,  but he’s got enough momentum in just this moment to keep going .  with a slight wiggle of his hips ,  he’s able to get his dress pants down enough to pull his member out .  he doesn’t give himself a moment to think ,  and perhaps he should because that may have given wendy a moment to prepare ,  but suddenly he’s guiding their bodies together and pushing forward .

ecstasy fills his features ,  for a boy who has known greater joys than any other ,  he’s certain nothing’s felt so good as this .  his mouth opens in a moan ,  face buried in wendy’s neck as a hand flies up to cover her mouth as the first of her sounds begin .  he sinks is teeth into her shoulder ,  so much pleasure surrounding him that it’s almost painful ,  but the two had always gone hand in hand for them .  there is something exhilarating about their location ,  the fact that anyone could turn that corner in a moment and see him taking her .  “ quiet ,  little bird , ”  he whispers through clenched teeth .  “ you wouldn’t want someone to come investigate ,  would you ? ”  he lets out a quiet groan as he moves his hips again for the first time .  he bites at her earlobe before whispering ,  “ what would mother think ? ”

IN THE WAKE of his touch , heat blooms , blissfully suffocating her as she does her best to keep upright against him. she chokes on her desire when his fingers ghost over her clit , words blooming urgently on her tongue as stars dance beneath her skin , a plea , an instruction; it is all but forgotten the second he pulls away , replaced by a high whine of need , shifting once more to chase her pleasure at his mercy. their placement is awkward at best but she cannot find it within herself to complain , adrift in a sea of want and she drowns in it , drowns in him , lungs filling up with desperation — peter is not her first , mind you; she’d had a husband once , and yet , not even he had been able to captivate her as violently as peter does. no one had ever been able to dip their fingers into her sweet heart and take it apart piece by bloody piece , to turn her away from her conscience so readily as she’s done in this moment , morals cast aside and left askew in favor of what is arguably her most dangerous addiction: peter.

this is not what she imagined , and yet she doesn’t think she could ask for this any other way. nothing between them is clean or proper or convenient , they are as messy and disastrous as they can be , so the bite of the wall against her shoulder blades is almost , almost as comforting as her bed might’ve been. instead of wishing , her hold tightens , head tipping forwards at the hot press of his cock when he begins easing into her. the burn of the sudden stretch causes her to tense , brows furrowing while her fingers dig into his shoulder with a strength wendy doesn’t realize , teeth sunken so far into her bottom lip already that the taste of blood floods her tastebuds. despite the ache , there is still a pleasant hum nestling into her bones , a thrumming sensation that makes her feel as though she’s never going to come down from this. her tongue swipes out over her pretty pout to gather up the bit of red that’s begun pooling as she settles , and in that instant , his palm clamps over her mouth.

a spike of panic clutches her , frigid claws digging in between her ribs , shoulder jerking when he delights in her soft skin — all it takes is the hissed warning to remind her of their current predicament; where they are , what they’re doing , who they’re around. breathy moans muffle against his hand , a frantic glance is thrown about the corridor they occupy , just to come circling back to him at his next words: what would mother think ? peter is always overwhelming but this is something she’s not had any experience with , pain , pleasure , and humiliation coalesce into something she cannot put a name to. it causes her to tense again , drawing taut like a bowstring , head dropping to press the side of her face against his own. the pinch of her eyebrows is pathetic , it’s clear she’s stuck , unwilling to stop him even as she comes to blows with the reality of their situation , of just how wanton she is; how she does not want to let him go even when she knows this is not right , how her hips roll minutely and she mumbles something incoherent under the press of his hand. she wants this. she wants everything he’s willing to give her in this precise moment.

touch ghosting over his shoulder from where her hands had previously been linked behind his neck , her decision is made before she can linger , and she pries his hand away from her mouth with little ceremony , repeating herself in a whisper. “   i don’t care. i don’t fucking care what anyone thinks right now , just — please don’t stop.   ” if he does , if he makes her wait , suspended between what she needs and what’s right , wendy worries she might pull away. might ask to stop , if only for appearance’s sake. she doesn’t want to care about bullshit propriety — not tonight. she drags him into another covetous kiss , blood on her mouth offered as a sacrament , hand returning to his shoulder to keep herself from slipping. tonight is for her enjoyment , for her impulsivity , for her to taste just an ounce of the reckless abandon peter indulges himself in daily. and in the end , no matter what she does with this freedom , it will still all be for him.

#nsfp #— a boy who couldn't see the difference between damage & devotion. | PETER. ) +.*

[wndybird]

#— i want to raise up the magic world all round me. | AES. ) +.* #GORGEOUS #cant wait for peter to destroy this one too

[wndybird]

ambiguousinnocence‌:

he doesn’t take orders .  not from adults ,  not from his lost boys ,  and certainly not from her ,  but he’s all too happy to oblige by her plea :  an admittance that she needs him ,  though she’ll never get the same from him .  his thumb moves over the curve of her delicate knuckles ,  almost just holding it ,  a gesture he has teased her with for too long ,  but it doesn’t stop him from playing that game once more .  i’m yours .  they’re the only words he needs to hear ,  the poor boy who had never learned the difference between belonging and possession . both his hands draw up to her face ,  gripping just where her jaw met her neck so he can turn her face up to his and attack her lips .  his mask is set askew by the ferocity and suddenness of the action ,  blurring the lines between where the devil ended and peter began .

she’s his ,  she’s his ,  she’s his ,  the words repeat in his mind like a mantra and he plans to take what is his .  one hand snakes away from her neck to explore ,  but the other remains a glowing red warning sign .  it traces it’s way across the length of her shoulder ,  her soft exposed skin and delicate bird-like bones underneath .  then he moves down her front taking more than a moment to brush her breast beneath the minimal clothing covering her .  then his fist closes in the skirt ,  his lips turning into a smile against his lips as he bunches it up slowly ,  teasing her with his face just inches from hers and she knows better than to close the distance without his permission .

when her skirt’s hiked up high enough ,  his hand searches for bare skin as he leans his face lower to bite ,  not quite gently just above her collarbone .  the hand on her leg hooks under her knee and pulls it up and around him ,  moving them impossibly closer to one another .  he wishes more than anything that he’d brought one of his knives so he could just cut all this material out of the way ,  but he supposes wendy will be happy the dress survived him .  he let out a growl when he realized he was thinking about how she felt and moved quickly to bite at the other side of her neck ,  finally letting his other hand fall so he can lift her off the floor ,  truly trapped between him and the wall now .  “ mine , ”  he growls before crashing his lips against hers again .

SHE WILL NEVER taste the sweetness of pleasure without the scorch of pain hot on its heels — that is , so long as she remains by peter’s side. and where else would she go ? where would this lone dove fly off to , if given the chance ? nowhere. there would be nowhere she could ever go where peter would not find her , if she ever truly decided to leave him. wendy knows damn well that peter would hunt her down in a heartbeat; she also knows she may never decide to leave. one would be so lucky to be able to pick and choose their damnation as she does. wendy aches , and then she arches into him , no match against peter’s will , fingers gripping his suit jacket so tightly you’d think she’d die were she to let go of him. 

“   peter.   ” it is barely a whisper , a sigh curling against his mouth as his hands twist into the skirt of her dress. she wants so badly to kiss him again , to press her mouth against the sharp cut of his jaw , to sink her teeth into his neck in a way just so that it leaves behind the faintest of bruises. it will be enough for her , to see her own claim laid against his skin , no contest against what she’s imagined him doing to her; regardless , it will be enough. but she does not move — she waits , eager , pitiful , as the music from the orchestra fades into mere static and they melt into one another. she wears devotion like a fine silk robe , hands slipping to link fingers together at the base of his neck , pulling him in impossibly closer as one leg hitches around his hip. hellfire burns her from the inside out and a sudden cry springs forth from kiss swollen lips  — he bites her hard enough to mark , she can feel the gentle throb where he’s dug into her already , and she has never been more grateful that he can maneuver her so easily as she is when he lifts her against him fully. “   peter , please , i want  —   ”

she is cut off by that sinful , smirking mouth , and she acquiesces to his force yet again; champagne and need have made her brave but reckless. she steals a moment to nip at his lower lip before she takes what initiative she can get away with having , breaking the kiss to pepper his jaw and neck in kisses that are nothing short of tempestuous. fear and desire fuel her in equal measure as her hips tilt and grind against his: she doesn’t want to be caught , and yet it’s part of what’s getting her so high , even more so , however , she does not want him to leave. to pull away , to send her crashing to another marble floor , to smirk down at her and say what ? you really thought i wanted you ? she possesses enough sense to keep herself from winding fingers into the hair at his nape , but otherwise , she is ravenous , sinking her teeth into the skin just above the collar of his coat before she returns to gift him with another kiss. “   i want you. i’m yours.   ” she echoes the sentiment again , a reassurance that she is here , she is his , and she has no intentions of leaving him again.

#nsfp #jjjjjjjjust. in case. #LISTEN ITS BEEN A MINUTE I'LL GET INTO THE SWING OF IT #— a boy who couldn't see the difference between damage & devotion. | PETER. ) +.*

[wndybird]

WENDY DARWIN ; WARDROBE.

winter 2018 masquerade. aka i threw some shit together anyways take a BETTER LOOK @ THE DRESS.

#— i want to raise up the magic world all round me. | AES. ) +.*

[wndybird]

Kristine Froseth as Nola in The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair

source: fanclub_kfroseth

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