THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING A SOLDIER:                            the Battlefield Never Really

I will take a crowbar and pry out the broken pieces of God in me.

Anne Sexton, from The Civil War in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton” (via inkhcart)

queens and kings, kings and queens

- m.c.

adam’s kisses are always reflect exactly what he feels. no jokes, no bullshit. when he kisses, he is trying to say something with it from the very moment he begins to lean in. to adam kisses are one of the many ways he can express what he’s feeling towards certain people. with blue, he was never able to say all of the things he felt, nor could he convey them through a kiss. sometimes he regrets it, other times he’s a bit glad he didn’t have the chance to let blue completely see into him that way. with ronan it was so much different. with ronan, adam is completely unable to hold back. he’s speaking a thousand words per second with each kiss and ronan, a master of all languages understands it all. 

ronan’s kisses are softer than anticipated. ronan is a boy that shines from miles away without even trying to, a true child of the moon in the fact that not all the beauty in him is due to the light of those surrounding him,  but they do illuminate him in ways he couldn’t achieve on his own. this is not a well known fact unless you are one of his close friends, so when adam and ronan kiss for the first time, adam isn’t completely surprised. he knows ronan more than ronan thinks he does, but he is still taken aback by the way ronan melted into him, easily accepting and taking all adam had to give. in ronan’s opinion there was no room for him to put up walls when it was between him and adam, adam and him. and though ronan did not have any secrets to share through kisses the way adam did, their kisses were still very much a conversation. adam would pour words into every kiss “i need you, i need this, we need each other” and ronan would press back, his arms around adam’s neck, his hips pressed into adam’s, and the way he’d bite down on adam’s lip, everything was an answer. every move was a thousand “yeses” spilling back into adam.

any Catholics online ? I got some questions.

adam:

gansey: adam i would die for you

do you ever get emotional bc kevin promised andrew he’d find him something to build his life around and it was literally neil

ALL FOR THE GAME MOODBOARDS → DAN WILDS

“we’ve lost enough, don’t you think? it’s time to win.”

Hot Dog: Regular Fellows Monthly, November 1922

The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

Sean Glatch, from “Caffeine, Pt. 1,″ 4:41 (via lifeinpoetry)