Lindsey. Known widely as "Kagome" online. 28 cis female. Me. Married, and happily so. Likes women just as well as men. Believes sexuality is fluid. Registered Nurse. Introvert. Reader. Writer. Gamer. Lover of all things Disney. Anime and manga fan. Self-critical. Adores pretty, flowing words. Open-minded. Kind. Loyal. Protective. Cuddly. A creature of routine. Enjoys stories with romantic, supernatural, fantasy, and/or sci-fi aspects. Type A personality. Also personality type ISFJ (The Defender). Good-natured realist. American living in the UK. Perfectionist, but imperfect. Human. FAQ.
faerieeglow:


WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!

FUCKING CHRIST

faerieeglow:

WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!

FUCKING CHRIST

tylerknott:

Where are you? Crawl through the shadowed lands and I will never let fear avert my gaze. I will lock my eyes to your journey, so when you look up, you will see the light reflecting back in them. Follow them, follow them like you are a lost ship and my eyes are the lighthouse. Follow them home. Where are you?

tylerknott:

Where are you? Crawl through the shadowed lands and I will never let fear avert my gaze. I will lock my eyes to your journey, so when you look up, you will see the light reflecting back in them. Follow them, follow them like you are a lost ship and my eyes are the lighthouse. Follow them home. Where are you?

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #847 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Have you ever wondered what you’d find if you tookyour two hands and placed them on my chest and with force,just enough force my love, pulled it apart and wide open?I should spare you the gore and the stains on your perfecthands and tell you instead what would be discovered beneath this skin and these creaking ribs that havefought so long to keep the heartbeat inside and the pace slow.Through the blood and bone and the broken breath of my battered body you will find so many things you never wouldhave looked for.I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residueof our conversations and the fragments, the smallremains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats. You will find the silhouette of shared kisses and sparklers in the late summer air.  The breath that used tohang above your lips in the cold of morning and the moonlightand the sound of shuffling feet dancing beneath it.Look, closer and ignore the red upon your fingertips.Look, and find the sound of laughter under the coversand the way your hair smells fresh from a shower.It’s there, and it’s covered with giant snowflakesthat seem to fall inside me in slow motionand the flash of the lightning that struck me but spared meand left me alive to hold you.Pull harder and reach and risk the scrapes on your knucklesfrom the jagged ribs that  threaten your advance.Reach and find the space and invisible thread that connectsthe center of your eyes to the center of minewhen we stare at each other. Find the words.I promise there will be words and the ink will cover thered on your palms and you will  never understand how manyfit inside me, how many can come tumbling out.A magician you will swear I must be and words will bethe scarf that just never seems to stop.  Pull and pulland get to the bottom of the words and findthe last word that has been at the bottom of the  pilesince I started collecting them all in my chest.Find the word and smile that smile that only youcan smile when you realize that word is, and was,and always will be You.  You. It’s there where it should be and it’s draped with the wayyour hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunderagainst the walls, the raindrops on my skin. I will feel your hands, cold against the warmthinside me and you will feel the flapping of the birdsand butterflies, their wings stirring the dustthat collected in the time I spent waiting for you.Feel them fly past the broken ribs and across youropen palms and close your eyes as they create the breezethat will tickle your cheeks. Take your hands now,place them on my chest and find yourself readyand willing and more than completelyable to discover and set freeall that lives inside me.
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #847 by Tyler Knott Gregson


Text for Tired Eyes:

Have you ever wondered what you’d find if you took
your two hands and placed them on my chest and with force,
just enough force my love, pulled it apart and wide open?
I should spare you the gore and the stains on your perfect
hands and tell you instead what would be discovered
beneath this skin and these creaking ribs that have
fought so long to keep the heartbeat inside and the pace slow.
Through the blood and bone and the broken breath of
my battered body you will find so many things you never would
have looked for.
I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residue
of our conversations and the fragments, the small
remains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats.
You will find the silhouette of shared kisses and
sparklers in the late summer air.  The breath that used to
hang above your lips in the cold of morning and the moonlight
and the sound of shuffling feet dancing beneath it.
Look, closer and ignore the red upon your fingertips.
Look, and find the sound of laughter under the covers
and the way your hair smells fresh from a shower.
It’s there, and it’s covered with giant snowflakes
that seem to fall inside me in slow motion
and the flash of the lightning that struck me but spared me
and left me alive to hold you.
Pull harder and reach and risk the scrapes on your knuckles
from the jagged ribs that  threaten your advance.
Reach and find the space and invisible thread that connects
the center of your eyes to the center of mine
when we stare at each other. Find the words.
I promise there will be words and the ink will cover the
red on your palms and you will  never understand how many
fit inside me, how many can come tumbling out.
A magician you will swear I must be and words will be
the scarf that just never seems to stop.  Pull and pull
and get to the bottom of the words and find
the last word that has been at the bottom of the  pile
since I started collecting them all in my chest.
Find the word and smile that smile that only you
can smile when you realize that word is, and was,
and always will be You.  You.
It’s there where it should be and it’s draped with the way
your hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunder
against the walls, the raindrops on my skin.
 I will feel your hands, cold against the warmth
inside me and you will feel the flapping of the birds
and butterflies, their wings stirring the dust
that collected in the time I spent waiting for you.
Feel them fly past the broken ribs and across your
open palms and close your eyes as they create the breeze
that will tickle your cheeks. Take your hands now,
place them on my chest and find yourself ready
and willing and more than completely
able to discover and set free
all that lives inside me.

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #848 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #848 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

“The breath from the lips
and the rhythm from the hips
and the sheets we stir.”
— 	Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
#tylerknott

tylerknott:

“The breath from the lips
and the rhythm from the hips
and the sheets we stir.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
#tylerknott

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #849 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #849 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #851 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #851 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

christopherpoindexter:

The Universe and Her, and I #264 written by Christopher Poindexter

christopherpoindexter:

The Universe and Her, and I #264 written by Christopher Poindexter

You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole.
"
i am seeing less and less of you (via pukin)

alphajade:

ok

so if a bisexual dates someone of another gender, they’re really straight and looking for attention

and if a bisexual dates someone of the same gender, they’re really gay and calling themself bi out of internalized homophobia

and if a bisexual is polyamorous, they’re the reason bisexuals “can’t be trusted”

and single bisexuals are predatory liars

what the fuck are we supposed to do

sixpenceee:

ok damn what kind of camera quality do you have because

thedreamisc0llapsing:

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ala-place-clichy:

                                                   I want a night
                                                       with you.
                                                   I want to close
                                                     the curtains.
                                                I want to lay in bed
                                              and feel you breathing.
                                               I want the only noise
                                                   to be my inhale
                                              replying to your exhale.
                                           I want to trace my fingers
                                           along every line and curve
                                                    of your back.
                                            I want to feel your face
                                              buried into my neck.
                                              I want to lay like this
                                              and feel every worry
                                                        melt
                                          the same way that I melt
                                              when I am with you.