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All of the flowers in the garden dare not compare to the gentle beauty of his.
The thorny roses - a reminder of his sharp tongue that still speaks gentle words.
Clusters of pansies - reminiscent of his soft kisses.
Bright sunflowers - as cheerful as his laugh - and as stunning as his smile.
The sweet hyacinth - with the warmth of his touches.
All the flowers in the garden hardly touch the surface of his splendour.
The feeling of his lips on my neck, teeth scraping roughly against my skin shouldn’t be this tempting. His hands gliding down my hips shouldn’t be this sinful. The way his teeth sink into my skin and draw blood is almost too much.
“What did burning flowers smell like? Something terrible, something holy?”
— Vandana Khanna, from Blue Madonna in “Train To Agra”
(via adrasteiax)
Anonymous asked:
dateamonster answered:
they totally count!
ghost
pro- simultaneously not clingy and able to appear at a moment’s notice
con- physical affection without a corporeal form is… tricky to say the least
faerie
pro- loves surprising you with gifts. flowers, precious stones, odd trinkets, you name it
con- flighty. liable to disappear for days at a time with no warning (though to be fair it was only a few hours for them)
Concept: you and your best friend lying in a fairies’ meadow, and the fairy’s make flower crowns for you, the sky is pink, the flowers sing, you are safe. You are okay
you are not safe. that is not your best friend. RUN
The distant voice of warning fades into the back of your mind. You are happy. You are safe. You are comfortable. “Sleep now,” they whisper. “You belong with us. You belong to us.”
“deadly, deadly boy, you have no ichor left in your veins, you are not holy, boy, i see the way you bleed, but you do not scream, my god, just scream, scream for me, for i see the way you tremble, you can’t hide that from me, you bleed sins now, don’t you, boy, for there is no red upon your shoulders tombstone scars are raw on your skin, in your eyes, they’re too hollow for me to ask you to look at me one last time broken, broken boy, you bleed sins these days, don’t you, they’re not even yours, but those that have fallen through stone, fallen to the ends of the earth until they came to you and your constellation skin, the rubble of the stars in your veins, you bleed their sins, don’t you, boy, so they will not have to bear what you began to carry long ago, my god, you’re just a grave, the only thing that moves about you now is your knees, you can no longer walk, so you just stand, it isn’t a earth you carry, atlas, you breath dust and dirt, the oceans are in your lungs, and it is sins in your hands. olympus is screaming for you unholy, unholy boy one voice titles you a prisoner and another a savior, but you never cared, boy, did you, you never cared of your own soul, i see the way you bleed”
— my god, boy, how did i once call you holy? (m.m.)
Food:
Milk, Tea, Cream, Cheese, Butter, Bread Crumbs, Strawberries, Blueberries, Raspberries, Fruit Variations, Honey, Juices, Baked Goods, Cakes, Spring Water, Sugar
Herbs:
Rosemary, Rose, Spice Variations, Lavender, Vanilla, Barely, Ginger, Jasmine, Almond, Thyme, Bluebell, Pansy, Clover, Heather, Lilac, Mistletoe, Peony, Milkweed, Poppy
Crystals:
Amethyst, Quartz, Citrine, Rose Quartz, Peacock Ore, Rainbow Moonstone, Garnet, Opal
Trees:
Apple, Oak, Hawthorn, Elder, Ash, Willow, Rowan, Alder
Other:
Gems, Gold, Silver, jewelry, shiny objects, flute music, floral, garden, oils, candles, incense, bubbles.
““I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstasy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they thrash in your hands as they with an excess of passion.””
— - The kelpie Tithe by Holly Black (via quoteablebooks)
