I Dont Want Love If It Is Not You.

I don’t want love if it is not you.

L.W. // 9 word story (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

how to love a god: i.  stay away from him. legends are never boys. gods were never people. gods do not love. ii.  despise him. who does he think he is? the proud jaw, those seaborne arms, fleeting sparrow-feet planted on the earth as if the world belonged to him? iii.  watch. the quick turn of mouth, the gold of his hair backlit against the sun shining like a halo. if you get too close he’ll burn you to ash. if you get too close he’ll destroy you. iv.  watch him watch you. v.  when he kisses you back hold your breath. do not breathe. you are only a small and foolish boy chasing the tail of a meteor destined for the heavens. if you breathe, you will burn. vi.  making love to him feels like building a home, doesn’t it? here, the oars of his shoulders. here, the temple of his thighs. here, his mouth whispering your name in worship. vii.  when the war comes watch his laughter grow cold and his hands tender themselves red. that is a statue in your bed. that is a man turned to stone from ten thousand stares. viii.  you put on his clothes on to save him from himself.   you put his clothes on to spend your last breath inside him again. ix. you know what will happen and you do it anyway. you burn because this is what it means to love. this is what it means to fly. x. recall the tale of Icarus. choose to be Icarus.

Patroclus Dreaming // Achilles Dreaming (via wondersmithinc)

I asked: when this is over when this is won do you think the dead will forgive us? when this is over when this is won do you think we will forgive us? she said: if it will ever be over if it will ever be won I think there won’t be anyone left to pardon

C.P. (via abugwrites)

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.

Anonymous (via suspend)

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via primriose)

She’s angry, she’s always angry, it’s the only way she can feel sad and strong at the same time.

VàZaki Nada· (via crescentfangs)