I want a horror game with a mic set that relies on you being quiet when there is a monster or something, because the sound you make, not your character, but you lures it and gives away your position so if you scream or breath heavily it can give you away so you play most of the game in mute terror
and I love a girl who is both
heaven sent and hell born,
who wears a halo atop her horns.
Her red hair sets flame to my pillowcase
when it’s fanned out like a forest fire.
She’s narcotic, all honey and heroin and haikus.
Marionette strings grow from her hands
like fingernails. Her hand moves and my heart
turns puppet in my chest. She makes me
out of the “V” of her hips.
I steal kisses from her like a thief,
I worship the deity of her wrists,
press prayers to her pulse with my lips.
In her gray dress that rolls and unfurls like storm clouds,
her legs, pale and bright,
are lightning strikes and I wanted
them wrapped around my head, electrocuting
me to oblivion and skin heat. My
her machine gun mouth
our tongues are daggers we spar with
and I was taught that
a woman is a weapon
and I learn that
she is never more lethal
than when in love.
I want to be the shore
she builds her sandcastles on.
I want to be the tree she carves
her name into,
a declaration that she was there,
she’d climbed my branches,
she’d touched my leaves.
I’ve heard people say that
the person you love is like
your favorite novel and
here is my greatest fear,
my cobwebbed covered secret:
she is a book I’ve borrowed
from the library,
she comes with an expiration date,
with the inevitability of return.
She’ll be consumed by others
who will bookmark her pages,
and will memorize her passages.
Will they find solace in her
soft similes the way I had?
Will they read between her lines?
If our passion is borrowed,
I’ll return her dog-eared,
her spine cracked from my love.
I’ll leave my favorite parts of
her in fingerprints and tear stains.
Whoever takes her off the shelf,
will find the flowers I pressed
between her pages
and know that she had been loved fiercely.
I will remember her
by the scorch marks on my pillow.”—(via wolfsbanepunch)
me:i summon hazelnut latte in attack position. i activate the magic card "size grande" and apply it to my coffee. hazelnut latte allows me to special summon a cheese danish from the dessert section and set it in defense position. i set credit card face down and end my turn.