vidrig:

My friend was kind enough to lend me his suit of armor, and into the forest we went!

foundations

rampantnympholepsy:

if I hold your hand, I am settling;
if I hold your hand, I am settling too,
or maybe you are settling
for me.

my walks are imaginary, with both
my lovers on each side, and they look
down at me with their beautiful eyes
to ask me why I hesitate.
“pick what you want,” he says,
his half-grin on his face.
“pick me,” he says, more softly,
and kisses my forehead with his eyes.

but only when you are the same person
can I tell you yes, irrevocably yes.

— August Winters, Oct. 2010

I love finding my old poetry because it always says the same thing: I’ve longed for what I finally found even before I was sure it existed.

HEY TUMBLR LET’S START A TREND

yallwantadanceclub:

Let’s write one sentence stories with titles.

They Weren’t Considered Fashionable Anymore


So when crocs became an endangered species, people started wearing the skin of the animals on their feet in the hope that the sandals would copulate in their strip mall habitats.

Souls in the Door

The night the wolves howled and the door answered back, I awoke in the abandoned house next to my fellow ghost-hunter with clammy hands caressing my legs.

But did you know you had purchased 1-900-SEXMEUP?

coworker