You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages, prepare the rosaries.
When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither be too charming nor too handsome, not thunder, not polish
The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch your hips, study whatever ample you have, will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.
He will call you miracle. Your face will unravel. This is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.
When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes when he offers. Gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit. Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite, or coy. Take.
When the minions call you whore, nod.
He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your thickened fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.
When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the walls, howling, his face a river… close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.
When he explains that he cannot love. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek, the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile, feed him, wash his hair.
He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.
In the dry burn of dawn, after the last of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet, remember the night you loved him, the ember of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.
You were made for this.
Lessons on Loving a Prophet - Jeanann Verlee
God so busy. All of my responses say that. I still frequent Tumblr but I don’t engage much, I’ve got 4 jobs at various intervals this year (and a possible fifth), plus uni 9:30-5:30 every day. Travelling took time out too :) I do miss this place.
Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now, welcome home.” —Warsan Shire (via unadulteratedconcept)
In half an hour I head to the airport, to go on a 20 day trip around Prague, Vienna & Zermatt, which is a ski resort in Switzerland. We’ll be skipping past Prague and Vienna and spending most of the time skiing, but it should be amazing!
Photos will follow, no doubt. Happy new year you lot.
I miss me
I miss when I was associated strongly with Jack Nicholson
My life is film sets and rowing and never eating dinner at home now
oh my god who wrote Suits
who wrote this
gratuitous deus ex machina characters everywhere
it’s only the pilot but it’d better go uphill from here
oh my god
Lana Del Rey lyric
Lana Del Rey lyric
I hadn’t noticed; I do know though. Thank you for pointing it out. Also please read Lolita.