someday i’m going to wake up and actually be bucky barnes
(they/them)
@widowbitesandhearingaids-blog / widowbitesandhearingaids-blog.tumblr.com
someday i’m going to wake up and actually be bucky barnes
(they/them)
♥♥♥ congrats on the goal!!!
url: not my thing | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | COSIMA NEHAUS
icon: not my thing | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | ILLYA KURYAKIN
theme: not my thing | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | BUCKY BARNES
posts: not my thing | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | LINH CINDER
overall: not my thing | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | NATASHA ROMANOFF
following: no but ily | +f | of course | til the end of the line
comment: you are a goddess ilysm
i am not afraid to keep on living / i am not afraid to walk this world alone
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alex! omg. we haven’t been mutuals long but i have such admiration for how goddamn tough you are. you’ve gotta be one of the strongest people i know and i am glad to have you in my life
Mutuals send me a ❤️ & I’ll compliment you.
i follow u because u write the most incredible stories!!! u are so talented at writing and i looove reading ur headcanons. honestly idk why anyone would see u as intimidating because ur the sweetest person ever 11/10 would recommend ur friendship
ahhhhhhhhhh rina thank you you’re the greatest
also we need to talk more i haven’t dropped you an ask in forever plz forgive me i’m fucking terrible
Somehow I managed to mess that up: fire and faith and feathers
there is no way to tell this story in a way that does not burn me.ashes bloom in the wake of fireworks on my tongue,sparking red and gold andthe other colors of fire -
i do not have the words to tell this storyin a way that would prove my faithinstead of my defeat:you die in my armsand i thank god for the opportunity to hold you.you die in my armsand i consider myself blessed.
you die in my armsand the story unwinds with the light in yourglistening eyes:“you must be an angel,” you tell me,wine-red bloodied lips half-parted in exaltation.
but i am bruised and wretched, darling,and angels are untouchable.i am anguished and full of fear,weighed down with mud and longing
instead of haloedand wreathed with feathers.
[send me three words and i’ll write you a poem]