i feel happiest when you are.

i feel happiest when

i know you exist.

i feel happiest when

you get all my weird

rants and theories.

i feel happiest when

we’re talking together

about everything

and nothing all at once.

i feel happiest when

we have been saying

goodbye, i love you

for the fifth time and

planning on a sixth.

i feel happiest when

you’re there, and

promise me you’ll stay.

i feel happiest when you

tell me you love me, because

my love, with you i never doubt

that statement.

i feel like i can move

mountains when you’re

by my side.

please.

don't leave.

@firebird-official (here, you goose :3)

i won't. i love you too, baby.

Quick note: I based this poem (loosely) on the vibes of Sleeping At Lasts 'Eight'. Go listen to the song, it's great.

within my armor

there's safety

the outside world

isn't so kind

i was a kid

scared and angry

the armor promised

me security.

letting someone in,

lowering my sword,

could be lethal.

the chance on that

was insignificant, but

the fact the chance existed

was scary enough.

so i put the armor on

weighing heavy on young

shoulders, grown up

too quick to be healthy

no one can see

what's beneath

because if they did

why would they stay?

i don't want to

be let down

be rejected

again.

broken mirrors bring luck,

they say.

well, bring it in, then.

i am one.

i've lost so much to protect 

what i had to lose 

i have nothing

no one

except for you.

please, show me how

to loosen the clasps

of the armor, my second skin

i’ll let you in

let you hold me

this one time.

i see God in

the love you have for people,

not just your friends,

but everyone, even that

homeless man, getting high in an alleyway

you see them in their misery.

i see God in

the times you tried to hurt, but

for some reason, you couldn't

press the blade, couldn't break skin

god sees you in your pain.

i see God in

how you worship in the church

people who watch you would think

that you had nothing to fear

that pain didn't cross your path yet

if only they knew

god knows about it. all of it.

even the scars you try to hide

in a desperate delusion that if

no one saw the hurt,

the struggle you went through

to simply live,

they wouldn't leave,

but God won't leave, not even when you

want him to.

i see God in

your quiet care for people

the way you saw “show-don’t-tell" and

took it as guidance

the soft way you spread the gospel

generation z is told to be the generation of revival.

and i've seen beautiful things so far

hearts healed

chains broken

people set free

so go.

go and tell the word about our savior.

i see God in you,

working through you, but

now it's time to get up and

change

the

world.

i needed you.

you were there

but you never were

there where i

needed you most

i needed you.

a child needs

affection

love

security

you didn’t give those.

i needed you.

you should’ve gone

to therapy

a long time ago

i needed you.

i can’t blame

you for your past, but

i can blame you

for your inability to recognize

you were traumatized too

you needed affection

as badly as i do now

you needed love

affirmation from your parents

neglect is a monster

but not the same kind as abuse

neglect often happens while

parents try their best

now

i’m scarred

just like you.

i’m hurt

just like you.

i’m gonna break the

circle,

unlike you.

but like sleeping at last

sung in ‘light’,

“i promise i'll do better.”

How old were you at the lowest point in your life? Reblog this and put it in the tags, plus your current age maybe. I'm trying to see something.

i couldn't protect you.

foot connecting with

your jaw, in a sickening

display of violence.

i flee the room.

music is my fort,

art my hiding place.

drown it out, little one,

don't grow up too.

it's a hoax,

a trap made to let your

spark get extinguished.

don't let them drown out

your heart's symphony

with their screams.

i couldn't protect you.

but i should.

i'm the oldest, after all.

i couldn't help you

i'm not strong enough 

don't call me a hero, kid.

I'M SORRY FOR INACTIVITY GUYS

Christmas stuff. Anyway, a bit late, but a Christmas poem, why not?

all i want for

christmas is you.

no, genuinely,

this is more than just a

bad pun, i promise.

all i want for christmas

is your love, your affection,

a thousand ‘i love you’s flowing

from your lips.

don’t get me wrong,

i’m not less scared of

love, of attraction, of

emotions, but it’s you.

it’s you. the only one to

see past the concrete fortifications

i put around my heart, and

still not pry. it’s you.

i’ve been terrified to admit it, but…

i cannot pretend anymore

i can’t be silent anymore

i… i love you.

Quick note: I loosely based this poem on 'Heart' by Sleeping At Last. Check it out, it's a great song. Geez, I should create an Atlas Project masterpost by now.

you're my

everything

you're my reason

to love, to live

you're beautiful

inside and out.

i'm short of breath

looking at you

you're my rock

my all

so, love, go and

pull the pin

what if we just

blew up our forts

our walls to ruins

would we see

each other, truly?

would you still love me

if the truth was laid out

bare in front of you?

but…

it's terrifying, but i'm okay

with you pulling the pin

let me blow up

let me show you

my wounds, and

let me trust you

for the first time

not to rub salt in them.

blow me up.

please.

tear down my walls.

walk seven rounds

and blow the trumpet.

then i'll fall like

jericho, my impenetrable

defenses on the ground.

however, not all will be lost.

my hope, marked by

a red cord, is still up.

still alive.

piper mclean headcanons

1. piper cannot whistle, and leo teases her endlessly about it.

2. she pierced her own ears when she was thirteen with a safety pin and an ice cube

3. her kaleidoscopic eyes shift more in the sunlight, which freaks people out until they get used to it

4. she wears mismatched socks on purpose.

5. she always remembers birthdays.

6. she collects shiny rocks from every quest.

7. she names every stray cat she meets, even if she'll never see it again.

8. she ends every letter with a doodle of a smiley face

guys

GUYS.

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HOW??

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THANK YOU ALL!!

(plays the guitar)

Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Prospero Ano y Felicidad

(aggressively headbangs)

I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEAAAART

a flourishing anus and happiness for you too

OH.

Why Accent Marks Are Important In Spanish Lesson 1

@sayitinred

I don’t hate most ppl

I save my hate for the worst of the worst

@satan-offical

I've lived with countless of sinners and if each and every one of their sins combined into one, singular, super mass of sin, it wouldn't even be 1/1,000,000,000,000th of the amount of sin you hold in your cold, rotten heart.

OH I never posted these here

Have I mentioned that I absolutely love Percabeth?

oh only once or twice

OH I never posted these here

Have I mentioned that I absolutely love Percabeth?

What if Sally was Penelope in this Au? And Odysseus doesn’t find out until she dies? It’d make it a lot more melancholy since she’s dead but also slightly hilarious since she had a relationship with Poseidon (she didn’t remember but still). I feel like Odysseus would hate him even MORE in this situation.

You could have just stabbed me, that would have hurt less than the thought of Odysseus and Penelope finding each other in the next life only for her to die early (;~;)...But also—