his knuckles were white
when they wrapped too tightly
around your wrist

maybe that’s why the first time
your fingers came in contact with
the long line of a cigarette
you fell in love like
smoke-soul artists
do

your skin turned green in the places
he had been

maybe that’s why you’ve always sort of
wanted to be under the grass
rather than bask on top of it

he bled you out
until you became
colorless.

(??? i found this in my drafts but i don’t remember writing it ???) // r.i.d

hey dudes if you’re like “WOW INKSKINNED YOU NEVER REPLY? raquel more like raTRAITOR” i’m so so so so sorry!!!! i’ve actually replied to about 95% of you (the other 5% are collabs haha) but??? for some reason even though i have a screen that says “sent!” it…. does not send ): i’ve literally had this problem from DAY ONE of this blog and it still has not ?? been fixed. i guess there’s a problem that some messages corrupt in my inbox and then everything corrupts SO starting today since i have to study for midterms i am instead going to scroll all the way down to the bottom of those 600 messages and i am going to answer them all again so if you get two messages from me !!! i’m sorry!!! i just want to make sure this time. :)

i love you all have a good day!! :)

one day
it’s going to be worth waiting
even if right now our hands are empty
and you cannot hold me

one day the distance between us will close
like we have finally finished stitching our future together
and our hungry mouths will find each other and
we will sit on counters we can barely afford
eating ramen out of plastic bowls and
maybe i have to work two jobs just to make
the ends meet and because i keep buying
plants that we don’t really need but
i keep telling you they looked sad and wanted
watering and you keep bringing home more instruments
even though we got yelled at by the super because
you rewired their whole system just to put speakers
into the bathroom because i like to sing along to disney
and we make cupcakes that we burn because
both of us are internal creatures that
get caught up in whatever art we’re working on
i mean i just want to lie on the floor and write poetry and
listen to you quietly play music and maybe if it’s late i’ll
get up and make you dance with me and we won’t have to go
weeks without seeing each other and maybe it won’t be perfect
but we’ll laugh so often that being sad will feel unusual
instead of constant
and we’ll be okay we’ll be complete
we’ll have made it we will make an island all our own
in this great vast sea

and i will belong to you and
you will belong to me.

this is all that i want. this is all that i need // r.i.d

yo but flying dutchman/ghost ship legends springing from transportation vessels taking young witches+wizards+magic folk to an underwater wizarding school in the burmuda triangle - just think though “green light” myths from some really rowdy parties, sudden squalls as the result of bad potions, stowaways who are actually students who messed up their apparition spells and will now do anything to get cast overboard, environmentalist wizards working tirelessly to clean the ocean, animagus teams of dolphins and whales who rescue shipwrecked sailors, the rawness of mermaid professors, students using heat vents as a floo network to access their sister school in atlantis, affectionately referring to the whole thing as “davey jone’s locker” due to the founder of the school (a carribean witch who was as fierce as the sea herself) and muggles picking up on it… like imagine

inkskinned:

me: dress to impressme: *wears harry potter shirts to lunch with your parents*

sorry to reblog my own selfie but since a couple of people have asked me!!! i got this sweatshirt here (X) for about 12 bucks bc it was on sale at the time (it seems to be about 20 with shipping now). it’s a little thinner than i usually like my sweaters to be and the pattern is a little muddy (if you’re a perfectionist it might bother you n i don’t want you to be bothered??) but i wear it basically daily and it’s held up really well!! :)

inkskinned:

me: dress to impress
me: *wears harry potter shirts to lunch with your parents*

sorry to reblog my own selfie but since a couple of people have asked me!!! i got this sweatshirt here (X) for about 12 bucks bc it was on sale at the time (it seems to be about 20 with shipping now). it’s a little thinner than i usually like my sweaters to be and the pattern is a little muddy (if you’re a perfectionist it might bother you n i don’t want you to be bothered??) but i wear it basically daily and it’s held up really well!! :)

You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate.

My father’s recipe for the man I should marry (part 1/2 of a series). /// r.i.d (via hannahcompton)

it was autumn, and we held the taste of burnt tongues inside of our mouth: a sour kind of pain that pressed against our brains until everything we ate was ashes and sawdust.

we said, “i’m never going to fall in love again,” and we meant it. we were going to sell ourselves to the highest bidder. we would have given everything for four minutes of sleep. we would have given anything not to have to worry.

we said, “i’m gonna be okay,” and we meant it in the mornings, but by the time the sun set, we’d forgotten our promises.

you called me saying you were ready to jump off the side of this world or maybe just step into the ocean and dissolve into the tide, i told you that staying was the bravest thing us weak kids do, i begged you to put the razor down and grab the lifeline nearest you, you said, “yeah, i guess,” you calmed down, i hung up, i picked up my blades and texted someone else saying “god but i can’t stand myself.”

we said “i’m gonna be okay,” and meant we’d never tell anyone about this and instead we would cover our mouths and swallow down the blackjacket wasps that covered our throats and stung us until we had to let them slip,

we said, “we’re never going to fall in love again,” we meant we were certain that this world had turned to dust for us and we had become empty deserts and nothing could make us happy for more than a moment - we never were going to love again, were we, because we couldn’t even love the soft light of a sunrise, much less the fury of the darkwater tempest we felt inside.

god, but we were so good at hiding. god, but we were all summer winds, and god - we were dying.

beautiful words, ugly feelings  /// r.i.d