Monsters by Slaughter Beach, Dog (only separated into writing prompts)

I will lose you if I can't be alone

I'm in love with your eyes when you get me stoned

Drive me home and I'll sleepwalk back to you/ I am the girl that I thought I outgrew

22 years old in my parents home/ Still speaking in whispers on the phone/ Grandma lit up cursing in the guest room/ All pissed off over the font on the family tomb

When I leave I will leave in a quiet way/ I'm too quiet to do anything but stay

I keep trying to outline a better life/ But the pen's run dry, yeah the pen's run dry/ The lines never come out right anyway

There are monsters everywhere I turn/ In disguises my young self couldn't discern/ See them now in my brother's passing/ See them now in my father's absence/ One is curled in a bedside wineglass/ In the master bedroom, on mother's half

I can hear the floorboards on which they creep/ I can feel their fingers while I sleep/ In a dream I am 14 all again/ Watching my big brother talk to them/ Saying "She ain't half your height, pick on someone else tonight."

“I can see you’re sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh. I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry.” - Eminem

Only Human - MisterWives

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after everything I must confess, I need you...

Attina Monroe Triton – Prom 2021 “Heaven and Hell”

I believe There is love in heaven I believe All will be forgiven Peace and joy be with them Harmony and wisdom

Attina’s heaven to Panic’s hell. Her shoes have snakes on them if you look closely, a nod to the garden of Eden. Also, a bit darker eyeshadow to match with Panic. Featuring a sneak peak of Panic’s lewk. 

but it’s never, ever, different!

Tiny Love

Geralt went to sleep early that night. Lying on the forest floor with his eyes closed, he didn't manage to fall asleep.

Finally opening his eyes and letting out a deep sigh, Geralt stared at the starry sky above him. He focused on the distant voices of his brothers, Ciri and Jaskier, who went to have dinner by the river, in order not to distrub Geralt’s sleep.

There was the soft sound of a lute and Jaskier’s quiet voice. Geralt found his lips twitching upwards, from only the thought of his partner.

"...And if it all goes bad

And our love sets like the sun,

I'd give up a hundred thousand loves

For just this one

You get me high on a tiny love..."

Geralt froze, as he carefully listened to the rest of the words. The melody was beautiful, and Jaskier’s voice was quiet and soothing.

"...There's no dramatic declarations in the rain,

It's not a love that finds its pleasure after pain,

I couldn't train a bunch of doves to spell your name,

It's a 'don't-know-what-they're-missing' kind of love."

There was a short pause. And then Lambert's voice.

"Somebody should fire you from being a bard, the hell you're doing making people cry like that?".

Laughter. And then Eskel - "Is it about Geralt?".

Jaskier's soft, awkward chuckle make Geralt’s heart melt. "Maybe".

"I think it's beautiful!". Ciri. "Did you play it to Geralt?".

"Not yet, love".

"Why not?"

"Yeah, why not?". Eskel. "Pretty sure he would at least tear up. I mean, look at Lambert".

"Fuck off!"

"Language!"

More laughter. Another short pause. And then Jaskier’s soft voice again. "I just don't want to overwhelm him. Geralt knows how much I love him, believe me, I tell him every day. And I also do my best to show it. I don’t know if he'd like to hear all my songs about how much I adore him".

Songs?

"Why not?". Eskel again. "Those are your feelings. That's how you express them. You should play him at least this one, it's really amazing, and I think Geralt would agree".

"Yeah!", Ciri shouted.

Jaskier laughed again. "We'll see".

***

The next morning, while Jaskier was struggling with taking down their tent, Geralt approached him from behind, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist.

Jaskier continued his task, melting into the warm embrace behind him. "Good morning, love".

"'Morning".

"How's your headache?"

"Hmm". Geralt hooked his chin over Jaskier’s shoulder. "It's better. Have you eaten?".

"Yeah, don't worry. Bags are packed. I'll finish taking down this damn thing and then we can get moving".

"Hmm. We have about an hour till we need to go. I was thinking...".

Jaskier paused whatever he was doing, turning around in Geralt’s arms. He wiggled his eyebrows seductively. "Yes?".

Geralt rolled his eyes, but with a fond smile. "Last night, I couldn't fall asleep. And I... I heard you play a song to Ciri and the others".

Jaskier blinked at him. "Oh".

"I was wondering, maybe you could play it again? Just for me this time?".

Jaskier stared at him in shock for a moment, before chuckling. "Yeah, sure. If you'd like that".

"Hmm". Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s, closing his eyes as Jaskier started peppering his jaw with kisses. "I would".

"قُربك مخليني انسان لقى نفسه من بعد توهانه."

So after the tornado

They rebuilt the art building.

Which is shocking.

But there is substantial reasons to.

But now where the art building i spent 3 years in.. Is a parking lot.

And all i can think

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot.

Ceci's Lyric Of The Day- June 14th, 2021

"I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try"

-mirrorball by Taylor Swift

How often do you think about dying?

Cause it haunts me every time I sleep

So I just stay awake and watch cable TV

You're the king of bad timing

And I'm the queen of just getting by

I keep you up all night

Cause I don't want to let you down

Tonight I don't wanna fall asleep

All those vivid dreams of watching myself

Smash my face on the snowy concrete

Or the ones where I lose all my teeth

Or when I'm suffocating and I can't breathe

You're the king of bad timing

And I'm the queen of just getting by

I keep you up all night

Cause I don't want to let you down

But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve

Well, make sure to build your heart

Brick by boring brick

Or the wolf's gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground

When your head's in the clouds

Well, go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

To bury the castle, bury the castle

Go get your shovel

And we'll dig a deep hole

And we'll bury the castle, bury the castle

Well, you built up a world of magic

Because your real life is tragic

Yeah, you built up a world of magic

If it's not real

You can't hold it in your hand

You can't feel it with your heart

And I won't believe it

But if it's true

You can see it with your eyes

Oh, even in the dark

And that's where I want to be, yeah

— “Brick by Boring Brick”, Paramore

whoops i made a conlang!

menu lehenga leh de mehnga jeya marjaaneya aine paise dus tu kithe leh ke jaaneya

the dinner table’s full and there’s no room for me to sit.

you can't figure out a heart, you were lyin'

you're doin' in my head with your non-stop trying

never gettin' sleep and forgettin' to eat

i pretend that all these things agree with me

and i get somewhere but don't like it

get somewhere, change my mind

get somewhere but don't find it

i don't find what i'm looking for

life feels like a lie

i need something to be true

is there anybody out there?

life feels like there's something missing

maybe it's you

is there anybody out there?

BUT WHO NEEDS SPACE FROM ACROSS THE COUNTRY? I’M ACCUSTOMED TO FEEL LIKE NOTHING FUCK ME!