but we are made of newspaper and smoke and we dunk your roses in vats of blue

I love how little girls will climb into your lap and move your arms for better cuddling.

They don’t say anything, they just make themselves comfortable.

http://rinthedrowpriestess.tumblr.com/post/95900797501/artifactrix-sorcyress-silentstep

artifactrix:

sorcyress:

silentstep:

therobotmonster:

moniquill:

siderealsandman:

friendlytroll:

prokopetz:

mikhailvladimirovich:

bogleech:

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman…

Wow, being a human is so metal

smashedwordbrokenopenvow:

I have emptied my hands
but I am still dreaming of love
and surreptitious
interlaced
fingers.

I dreamt this poem last night and woke up at 5:30 to write it.