Rain pattering down, sliding through the open spaces in the tin slats above our heads. A static backdrop to her words, numbing and hypnotic as ocean waves, as her lips against my skin.
"You spend a lot of time getting lost," she murmurs, salt-sticky lips grazing my collarbones. "Who goes looking for you, at the end of the day?"
Rain pattering down, and I am losing myself. There’s a rhythm here, a pattern to the way her spider-quick fingers close over my wrists. Black-eyed and black-haired, leaning over me, looking at me with hungry eyes. No smile this time, no cautious understanding in her expression. The shadows paint her in smoke, blurring her edges. Rain and ocean waves and long, long black hair, trailing over my arms, my chest. Settling back on her heels over me, cocking her head as she surveys me, waiting for my answer.
"No one." The words come out rough, harsh as the smile that stretches my lips. "There’s no one."
And it’s true. There isn’t anyone. Nothing standing between me and my Oblivion, me and the rock bottom I’m no longer sure exists. Any hand that would have pulled me back withdrew a long time ago, and now all I have are black waves, lapping at my mind almost every night. I see them in this stranger’s eyes, patient and endless, feel them in her fingers, pressing against my skin.
She leans over me, leans down. Nudges her nose against my throat, exposing it. And then she breathes in. Scents me, like she can smell that I’m giving up, trace all those bitter, empty things hiding inside my skin. Damp black hair pools over my bare skin like seaweed, and again I’m stricken by how unearthly she is. She’s real and she isn’t, pooled over me like heavy smoke, like a drunken dream, lathing her tongue over the hollow of my throat like she’s water and I’m a tidal pool, waiting for her to fill me. I don’t dare to touch her, don’t dare to do anything other than lay still and wait for her to decide what it is she wants with me. Because this is cloying and heavy, welcome as a hundred nights alone doing just this—letting Oblivion settle over me, comforting, a weight that reminds me I am still here.
"Then I will hunt for you." Her low, rough voice wraps around me, binds me. "If there is no one else, then I will find you." Teeth against my skin, testing its fragility. "I will follow you. Track you. Because that’s what I do, you know."
Her fingernails drag over my wrists and forearms. Trace the veins up my shoulders, grasp the tender spaces between my jaw and my throat. She lifts her head and looks at me, and in the black, endless forever reflected back at me from her eyes, I see something I could fall into.
"You’ll find me?" I whisper. "Even if there’s no one else—"
"You won’t need anyone else," she answers. "You won’t need anyone else ever again."
And then she leans down and there are no more words, just falling.
I FUCKED UP.
DON’T LOOK AT ME.
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going to bed after watching a scary movie
the starry sky on the himalayas
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THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
the best of tumblr confusion
YOU FORGOT THE BEST ONE
god damn it
Yahoo paid 1.1 billion for this.
I don’t know which is better - sea pancake, meat sprinkles, or cereal water
Sometimes I think to myself, “do I really want to buy another chocolate bar?”
And then I remember that there is a super volcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue and when it erupts it could potentially cover most of north America in ash and create a volcanic winter that kills half the worlds population
And I’m like, fuck yeah I want that chocolate bar
This is one of the most inspiring posts i’ve ever seen
here are two bunnies using another bunny as a couch
There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?”
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human.
Therapy animals save lives.
These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury.
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!
trying my hand at something nightmarish.
Ellen has been waiting to make that joke since fob came back
Look at how proud she is omg
REALLY just wanna take this chance to remind the people who follow me to not kill/trap opossums if they’re in your yard, and do not call animal control! Seriously.
- Opossums are literally 100% BIOLOGICALLY INCAPABLE of carrying rabies. Their body temperature is too cool to incubate it properly.
- Opossums are actually quite gentle and NOCTURNAL, so if they’re roaming, they’ve probably gotten lost, been injured, and are looking for a place to hide.
- Young opossums tend to try to climb into garbage cans when they’re starving. This is because THEY ARE LITERALLY STARVING. Don’t fucking shoot them or hit them with things because you wanna be some fucking macho top-of-the-food-chain cocksucker.
- Mama possums are amazing mothers and if you encounter an “aggressive” opossum, it’s probably because she’s got babies hanging off her nipple and she’s freaking out. They’re clumsy. Sometimes they don’t hear you coming and you catch each other off guard.
- Wanna lure an opossum off of your property? You can set up a box with some greens and cat kibble in it, hide it well, and lure them out that way. They’re actually quite harmless and keep other predators away. they eat lotsa gross stuff.
- Opossum mamas who get hit by cars often still have their helpless babies attached to them. Possums get a bad rep and people say they are “the dumbest animal”, but they are incredible creatures who have been around since the days of fucking dinosaurs so treat them well, okay?