Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
SolsticeOnce upon a time, when you were still sunlighthouses and shimmering existence wherever you were needed most, you found him. He was November, shaky on his first last legs, and you saw through the mind-twistings he feigned to the mind-twistings that were really there, knotted up in his dreams.Solstice2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You were still birdsong then, and thunderstorms, and your bodyheat melted the frost claws that held him tight. You held onto him as his November deepened. When he howled, you howled with him, and the wind played with your voices and pressed the softness of your lungs against your cageribsand then against each other's.
November became solstice, and you felt him shiver through that long night and didn't mind the coldbitten nails that grazed your skin. He slept when the moon drowned below the treeline, but the iceflakes began to drift in like small animals seeking the pulsing riverheat of your blood, and chilling you. He lay there, vulnerable as his world turned slowly towards the light, and you
Castiel Chritmas [CastielXReader-insert] pt5"We're back!" you called into what seemed like an empty house. "Sam? Dean? Bobby?" You called as you walked around the house. Then you herd running. "How's it going love birds?" you turned around and saw Dean and Sam looking at you then at Castiel's hand around yours. You immediately let go. You saw Castiel pout a bit when you let go of his hand. You eyed Dean angrily. "So where's Bobby?" you asked putting your hands on your hips. And as if summoned he stepped out of the bathroom and saw everyone staring at him. "What?" he asked defensively. "Never mind" you said slightly tiered. You took out your phone to check the time, 'Hmm… 8:30pm'Castiel Chritmas [CastielXReader-insert] pt51 year ago in Scraps More Like This
"I'm going to sleep okay?"
"This early" Dean eyed you suspiciously.
"Yes? Is there a problem?"
"No" Dean said simply
You walk to your room tiered from walking around the mall so much, and then remember what happened with Castiel. 'Wait!' as you remember the conversation you were having with him. 'He said that Dean told him I liked him…' you undress and p
ii. Love it's written along the length of my fingers, the subtle shadow of something more than just flesh and bone tied together with jangling nerves and taut muscle.ii. Love4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you see, it's more than just the way every cliche just seems so right
[baby, you know it's only your hand that fits with mine].
it's much more than the way i could gaze into those eyes forever and never be tired of them
[it's been said they're the windows to your soul, but it's never been proven].
in fact, it's even more than the way your touch never fails to excite me
[and it's only ever been yours that can affect me the way you do].
you have to look into deeper places to see the ways it truly affects you
IntroductionsHear me read itIntroductions10 months ago in Scraps More Like This
I take my valium with cola, I'm a very complex lady.
Full of contradictions. I sometimes always answer vaguely.
If you ask me how I am, you better know I'll always lie
and if I fall in love with you, you're probably gonna die.
Life's not always kind to me, I try to stay upbeat
but please don't ask me how I am if I cry in the street.
I don't like to be looked at, I hate to be ignored,
I'm right, you're wrong, so be prepared for a broken record.
I stick up for the little guy, unless that guy is me
and if I do you a favour then I'd never charge a fee
I'm really bad at rhyming, but I think you kinda guessed
whoops, I'm sorry, backtrack now, I guess that I transgressed.
I'm sugarly sweet but bitter, I think that hope's a noose
I'm funny and outgoing, but somehow a recluse.
People mistake sweetness for weakness, I tell them I don't mind
I can run rings around you without being unkind.
Generally I'd have to say, I'm not my bigges
DepressionThis feeling, it pollutes my very coreDepression1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
Leaving it rotted and tearing apart piece after piece.
It is a black thing, corrupting everything it brushes against
Leaving me in a will drained state.
Depression; a tired rage or sadness
No one has come to understand.
A flash of pain follows every thought of family and friends,
Leaving me with my head in my hands begging for an end.
I have not a single word, not a flick of my tongue;
That can even come close to describing how I feel.
My whole body feels like it is cracking into pieces
Planning to leave me as nothing more than a face smiling in a frame.
I’ve turned all that I loved against me,
Now ‘tis the time I answer for my crimes;
I can feel my mind falling into an un-savable saddened depth
Its swimming in my skull trying to find a way to drown itself.
I don’t know why depression in habits one’s being,
Nor do I understand how it has come to be
But it corrupts,
And destroys all that is dear to me.