Royal Dark

somequickthing:

Under her dress of flowers she was naked,
aroma marked by the color red.
Her eyes were the dark side of an eclipse
and a labyrinth of braids circled her head
     like scavengers circle the dead.

Her brows were inquiring,
the daylight on her skin inspiring.
Her excitement was tiring
and I was full of dread.

Her voice was a lone hound calling
and a labyrinth of braids circled her head
     like scavengers circle the dead.

I was younger than her most days.
She was the lithe one but never the blithe one
and I’d grow weary of her ways.
I admired, she aspired,
and I’d stick close enough to meet her gaze
and wait for stray hands to graze.

Her curves were like a Bouguereau portrait
and a labyrinth of braids circled her head
     like scavengers circle the dead.

And her heart wasn’t fair,
and I needed her like air,
but will settle for someone kind
in her stead.

Shared Apr 01 with 11 notes » via - source + reblog

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This was a thing that I made.

It’s about internet friendship.

Shared Mar 30 with 10 notes + reblog

# mine # graphic # paperlegends # i did this in like half an hour # and look at how wonderful it is

“Why were these men after your dad?”

“They wanted to exsanguinate him.”

Shared Mar 22 with 8 notes + reblog

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“That story happens to be highly classified!”

“A highly classified lie.”

Shared Mar 21 with 10 notes + reblog

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finals? what finals?

somequickthing:

I like girls who are
hot for Neruda
and guys with their
hearts on their sleeves,
and people with
angular glasses
whose stories nobody
believes.

    Coffee and awkward
flirtation.
    Tea and a sense of
starvation.
    Sensory deprivation
    for the sake of
infatuation.

That’s what I need,
more than
another book I’ll only
pretend to read.
I’ve got too many
of those for comfort
and they don’t satiate
my greed.

Shared Mar 17 with 3 notes » via - source + reblog

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I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget

Inspired by [x]

Shared Mar 10 with 6 notes + reblog

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Pilish

somequickthing:

Now
I have a hunch regarding my
gloomy knack for
dying suddenly.
Evermore afflicted,
humanity’s got
my sad position down.
Anyone so doomed with our
bad oblivion has to realize:
humankind halts.

—

From Wikipedia: Pilish is a style of writing in which the lengths of consecutive words match the digits of the number $π . This one contains thirty-two digits, ending at the first instance of zero.$

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One for Sorrow

somequickthing:

I’m looking to find a second magpie
and you’ve just left me in want of
birds.

Think maybe someday I’ll
make better choices
in the flocks I form,
but god, right now
I don’t think I need any
nesting partners or
other things with
wings,
and I’m sick as shit
of your flying that’s more like
free-falling.
I plunge when I
want to these days—
or try to.

And I like to think I’m not
a bad omen,
just something kind of
unsustainable
and at least halfway
unattainable.