The Drowning

grizzlyhills:

flightcub:

interretialia:

life-of-a-latin-student:

ratwithoutwings:

i’m so upset

I just realized that the reason ghosts say Boo! is because it’s a latin verb

they’re literally saying ‘I alarm/I am alarming/I do alarm!!

I can’t

present active boōpresent infinitive boāreperfect active boāvīsupine boātum

Recte!

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if it comes from the latin word, they’re actually saying “I’M YELLING!” which is even cuter

do they speak latin because it’s a dead language

(Source: pidgeling, via ruthietyler)

Anonymous asked: Questions: 76, 65, 62

I just saw this. 

I’m assuming it’s from the NSFW questionnaire list?

  • 76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone
  • 65. What is your favorite foreplay routine
  • 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

76. Brace Yourself, It’s a Tie

For my ex’s birthday I blew up balloons for him, until I got extremely dizzy. The party was at a friend’s house who I didn’t know very well. So I hung out with these dickish guys while they played video games and smoked weed and I blew up over a hundred balloons by myself in a row (i had a limited time to do it, they helped with maybe 20/120). But it was worth it when I saw his face light up. :)

He was also getting sick living in the dorms so for Valentine’s day I made him a “first aid kit” filled with Emergen-C and herbal teas, (Ibprophen i think?) and cough drops. I tied them with red ribbon and white paper to look like the first aid kit boxes. 

I made banners twice. 

Once for my parents (just on a normal day) that said “I love you” in red cursive letters and i hung it up so they would see it when they came downstairs to make coffee before work. 

and once I made a similar banner for my friend Reba that I hung in my house which said “Welcome Home” when she was visiting, because I wanted her to know for as much as she welcomed me into her home and her life, I wish to in my own. 

Oh haha I lied I made a banner 3 times

The third was when I realized I liked a boy so I made a banner which read “I like everything about you.” or “I like you even when you’re sad.” or something like that and I hung it up in my small hometown (not so he could see it but just as a sort of ‘shout it from the hilltops’ kind of thing) somebody stole it a day later.

Once when I had a crush on a boy I walked a mile in the snow to bring him and his coworkers hot chocolate when the buses weren’t running.

Oh! And lastly on Valentine’s last year I hand-wrote love poems on heart balloons and gave them to my old coworkers and friends who hate Valentine’s day.

~I’m secretly very affectionate. I love holding people, being close to people, and taking care of them but I hold this back A LOT because I don’t want to creep people out (and I do, like. All the time) but also because I’m not good at receiving affection, in that I never want to lead anyone on. So I tend to show my affection in gifts, or in art, because it has a duel purpose that I can say “You mean so much to me.” but also “Hey, here’s this thing you’ll probably just enjoy because it’s cool, delicious, fun etc.” 

65. All in Bed: Long conversation, laughing, making out, frustration, making out, clothes coming off, exploration

62. Probably, just like, wanting to have sex with me, and I want to have sex with them? And we both want that and there’s like a little tension but we go for it anyway?

Homesick

I am not a drunk 

I am a poet

there is a message at the bottom of this bottle 

I’ll read it for you:

The ocean left a voicemail on your answering machine last night 

It said

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

Sleep,

Stop drowning in me.”

You are a girl

so you must ‘love’ 

but ‘love’ like a body 

you are boy 

so you must fuck 

You must fuck a body 

I wrote a song

In Savannah, we drink like it’s a tone 

Because we never know what to say to each other when we are alone 

In Savannah, I spend the day looking for ghosts 

so I can have someone who knows my language when we are alone 

You say you never wanted a daughter

"Women have too many hormones"

and I think “I must remember”

to laugh like it’s a joke.

and never like it’s something

that I’ve always known 

And I think “I must remember” how you didn’t laugh like my brother 

when he wrapped his hands around my throat

and told me he was angry 

and then pretended to choke

I am my mother’s daughter 

so when I do go home 

I’ll tell every boy I meet that I’m a girl

who was raised to be the sun

in Savannah I remember you said

"Me too, I can also feel them."

So we drink ourselves blurry

so we don’t have to see them

some ghosts are far too real

and to many, 

for us to always out run

Drunk,

you say you never wanted a daughter

"too many hormones"

and I remember thinking 

"I have to laugh"

like it’s an old joke 

and not something I’ve known 

People read the poems I write about my family 

and they write me long winded apologies

make no mistake

when I meet a boy, I tell them I’m a girl 

but I am also the way my mother raised me

so I make sure they know

I am the sun.

Drunk Poem

I’ve lived a good life, but I can speak better to strangers than to my own family, and I don;t know why, i don’te why i donta knowea whhay. 

I guess I am an “art kid” I guess I am. I always forget though. 

Even though art is the one thing that makes me really happy.