im fuckin steamed (honk rant) by what-the-honk, journal
im fuckin steamed (honk rant)
tw for incest & rape mentions
I've never been against anyone's ships or whatever like I find faults with a lot of them and I dislike a lot of them but I never tell anyone to stop shipping smth just bc I don't like it. like I hated ereri and made multiple journals abt how much I hated it but not once did I ever tell anyone to stop shipping it
literally all I ask of ppl is to acknowledge when their fucking ships have issues in them and to be respectful???? is this so hard to do??? why is it such a hurdle to tag your fuckin ships so people don't have to see that shit??
I've been seeing matsucest or blmatsu or whatever it's called all around t
If you doubt me, here you go - a journal dedicated to them and all of their amazingness. Please watch them!
1. ~bkomei (https://www.deviantart.com/bkomei)
She's kind of just super awesome and a sweet heart to boot. Her art has amazing motion and gesture and yet very refined and detailed. Her anatomy skill kick my ass and she's both talented with animals and humans! She definitely needs more recognition. She would also like 5,000 watchers by the end of next year... only.... 5,000. This girl should have like 100K+ okay...
Watch her:
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With the calmness of waves
Waiting for this curse to end
Love between us
Is nothing more
but pain within our past
With the calmness of waves
Waiting for a lovely death
to come
And shallow me into nothing
As the storm's eyes of the night
Sunken like a prison
The guilt of a monster
No exorcisms will free me of what I become
With the rage of the waves
Fighting her wrath
Battle of End has come so near
The ones who survives,
are monsters like me
With the calmness of waves
Waiting for this curse to end
Love between us
Is nothing more
but pain within our past
i am the girl with
more faith in myths than in
the future.
there are more dead bodies in this world than the living.
and if that doesn't frighten you, then i
don't know what would. i guess you could
say that graves are just the closets in which
we hide our skeletons in.
{but don't
forget to
throw away
the keys}
there are ghosts all around us.
and i think that maybe,
just maybe,
i'd rather take my chances down in
the underworld with them than up
here where the earth is slowly
dying—
all because of the living.
How to pretend that you are a writer. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to pretend that you are a writer.
Act like you're not
okay when you are and
that you are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything you can.
Fall in love with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that you actually mean.
Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. Swallow every goddamn
metaphor you ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.
Eulogize your own
misery. Put a
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
I wanted wings
To wrap me gently
In such a wondrously beautiful embrace
Amongst the stars and angels
So I delicately ripped flight
From the butterflies surrounding my window
In the hopes they could fly me away.
I wanted to feel loved
To feel the doting heat
Of a lovers breath on my neck
And grasp on my heart
So I kissed the sun
And held it ever so gently
Against my breast till
It burned me away
And I could reminisce in its loving burn.
I wanted to be whole
Without flaw
Without ugly bones to trap my soul
Without a life
So desperately wanting
Everything it could never have or be
So I embraced the seas
Submerged my entirety
My being
Letti