masterlist of 800 tag ideas

under the cut are exactly 800 tag ideas under the following categories:**answered**, **meme**, **musing**, **open/closed starter**, **places**, **threads**, **visage**,***&* wardrobe** with exactly 100 tag phrases per each one. please *like* or *reblog* this if you found it helpful ***!*** ＃# ANSWERED:

i have a heart that bites back
with this you keep it all alive
let’s call these the golden years
so please do not give up on me yet
we cannot wait for angels
and though i do not wish it
aware of his own existence
if love is anything tangible
waking up at four in the morning & brewing black coffee
to dress up pain
you will heal
the wolf queen is howling
i will not break
twisting my stars into shadows
a heartbreak of a human
that’s how you get through it
biting into the sun until your body is flooded
above all else she was never boring
why fall when you can rise
you get to exhale now
i will make it through but only because you asked me to
the devil’s lips are warm and her heart is cold
a capacity for self-loathing
jet-setting from a city to another in one weekend
the happiness slips through your fingers, water down the drain
she is filled with the desire to save the world
he’s a storm made of blood and bone
their darkness holds only rain
don’t panic
an asteroid with a human name
hard & clear about what hurts
justice & passion & beauty & death
not to spoil the ending but everything is going to be okay
carving out your heart to hold
in the darkness i sing my soul raw
a disaster zone heart
one day they’ll tell tales of you
a girl who stormed the world & saved the stars
i’m losing parts of myself
where is all the time that hears
violence / terror / chaos
anyone can be killed
error: no identity
but did you die?
radiate positivity
not always in control
likes: money & fighting
pocket knives for sale
making art
i’ll get over it but i have to be dramatic first
drawing the death card on every try
win because you don’t know how to lose
me & i are not friends
a lion of a boy
a charming young man capable of being terrible
icarus kisses my forehead & apollo cries
war has learned to fear me
ask no questions & you’ll get no lies
i am so much more than they told me i was
all you have to do is stay alive
see good in all things
am i bad person? depends who you ask
have you seen me?
cereal and alcohol isn’t dinner
protect your magic
who’s gonna stop you?
who dares wins
when this war ends what will we become
everyone has a secret
i always liked to play with fire
i can see you
in dog years i’m dead
adios asshole
history written by the victors
relatively stable
i could set this world on fire and call it rain
for the boys with messy hair and thirsty hearts
born to make history
if i cannot bend heaven i will raise hell
they can be tender! they can be tough!
afraid of nothing
ticket to nowhere
plagued by traumas
sometimes people just disappear
do the universe a favor and don’t hide your magic
i rise i rise i rise
his hands drip with blood
kind of a pretty boy isn’t he
villainy was nothing new to her
we will start again
raised by wolves
milk and honey dripped from my lips
why was i abandoned
rule number one: do not show weakness
poor are those who have eyes but cannot see
you and atlas are one and the same
not because you can but because you have to
moss filling the lonely parts of me
burn it all
the good kind of different ＃# MEME:
the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone
it’s all too much and not enough at the same time
i was an angel
there’s an entire universe inside you
you’re not the moon kissing the black sky
something interstellar and beyond this galaxy
i never thought this could happen
all pain & no gain
still alive
rebel is not a dirty word
a sewn together patchwork ghost of nostalgia & forgotten memories
you almost believed you could
all i ever wanted was everything
all you have to do is burn
their words don’t stick
if i cannot move heaven i will raise hell
both lewd and beautiful
he didn’t know what he was doing but it was coming naturally
burn your skeletons to dust
screw boundaries
shipwreck never seemed so sweet
for you, the world is always ending
so this is the end (or the beginning)
we do it our way
can you see my steel heart
a natural disaster just waiting to happen
it ends or it doesn’t
you’ll be long gone by the end of this tale
call to leap
you see me like i am strong
a damsel tied to a bomb
when he speaks it’s sticky sweet
i won’t take the blame
enjoying the high life
there are no endings; only more words
the paris of people
there’s so much in this world that fills me with rage
no one ever told her it was okay to only save one person, herself
she always gets her way
they’re still working on their anger
i swear i’m trying
life is only interesting if life is wild
compassion blooms in your soul like a flower
run away: it was a powerful instinct
am i supposed to feel something?
too much too soon
i was not crazy
you don’t need a reason to save people
takes guts to be kind
la muerte
i always win
no really, i’m fine
honors student
don’t get caught
the beginning of the war will be secret
you belong only to yourself
that would be a first
the only thing fucking me really hard is life
despite it all i’m still in love with life
not ready to be a grownup
a demonic hellbeast
one tough cookie
people hated her before she even met them
people try as it’s in their nature but so is hate
out of his depth
how long before a legend becomes a god or forgotten
more than enough
why do we hunger so for vicious things?
c’est la vie
just trying to punch god in the face
i’ve polished this anger into a knife
i drink to forget god
the never told you how icarus laughed as he fell
dear past self: you fucking idiot
wake up
ghosts do exist you dumb fuck
incompetent but enthusiastic
boil with rage
oblivious yet very smart
secret of the witch child
goddamn right you should be scared of me
i was dangerous because i did not need anyone
hateful with a heart of gold
i am mine before anyone else’s
she needed a hero so that’s what she became
blessed with beauty and rage
jerk of all trades
i want to live not just survive
death: alone but free
who has ever had to love him?
you try so hard to shut out the feelings
you are a weapon & weapons do not weep
bold brave & brilliant
i solemnly swear i am not going to die
bitter seventeen searching for an exit
boy slash dream
to be honest i am full of shit
well that didn’t work
can we speak in flowers it will be easier for me to understand
i hid my deepest feelings so deep i forgot where i placed them ＃# MUSING:
the devil never seemed so holy
and you sin you sin you sin
do no harm but take no shit
the truth is i am terribly weak
a spark above a burning bush
so worried about what’s waiting
powerful in her own right
they don’t see the part of you that smolders
stubborn & complicated
no longer yourself but rather what they want
an avenging goddess
if witchery is a sin she’s going to burn smiling
i crave the balm of beautiful and soft things
this boy is a spinning top
he calls this surviving
so incredible unsolvably sad inside
periodically experiencing the human condition
he cried so loud he woke the dead & now a ghost lives inside his brainstem
there’s not enough alcohol in your system to deal with this
a person who is passionately in love with language
a seven-nation army couldn’t hold me back
i must have crossed a line
our settled specific lives are built on happenstance
to not let it destroy your softness
first drop of a hurricane
punished for learning too loudly
the truth is that i’m a bad person
with everything left behind * just burned bridges
the boy with inkstained dreams
little girls with big ideas are more scary than monsters
the boy with a star-soaked heart
for he is a poet
it looks a whole lot like hell from here
a thirst to be celestial, godly, divine
trembling before your own greatness
still remembered long after they put down their torches
don’t let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heart beating
i thought you were supposed to be a monster
is immortality a blessing or curse
something ripped straight from the cosmos
the ocean at the end of the lane
she could be idolised
she is always dizzy
soul of a warrior
the anger has been waiting for me
better a monster than an arrogant god
for you they raise armies and bring thunder to the ground
he kisses others with blood on his lips
you know god has nothing to do with this, don’t you?
she’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for
always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them so much
the shackles of a martyr
she’d trade it all for a heart that’s whole
she learned the names of the stars
bad dreams & tornadoes
i got into some trouble with that drink in my veins
she has no god to go to
a charming young man capable of being terrible
some nights, i tear myself apart yet heal in the morning
i haven’t been doing too well
this girl wasn’t like wildfire －she was wildfire
deadly and uncontrollable and slightly out of her wits
sometimes all the poems about healing feel like lies
i am trying to survive
i am barely a thing at all
no one made me. i made me.
war is interested in you
a brutally soft woman
he had to stitch his own wounds
born a night where they left the windows open & a storm swept into his soul
branded a troublemaker
to be united in the beauty of the world
blood has been spilled here (it has never been mine)
just trying to make things right again
i’m falling right back in love with being alive again
throwing roses into the abyss: thanks to the monster who did not swallow me alive
have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant
i only know how to wreck myself in the night
her unravel was so human
people aren’t supposed to look back
despite it all… i survived
a good girl with a big problem
sometimes i wish i could hurt instead
just so damn afraid to listen to my heart
never trust a survivor
bad behavior in the best way
i have died & come back stronger
if i can live through this i can live through anything
straight to hell with all the other sinners
despite it i’m still breathing, and sometimes, that will be enough
a textbook people pleaser
when your heart is just an organ that pumps blood
a soft heart in a cruel world
getting blamed for just living
a life lived in fear is a life half-lived
please stop destroying what is left of your heart
i crave the balm of beautiful & soft things
i had to decide: play someone else’s game or live my own life
is it a heart or just a hole
she wants to be everything ＃# OPEN / CLOSED STARTER:
my heart is red and dark and deep and acidic
trying to forget the pain of the world
so why did i do it?
to weave the shattered pieces of the universe back together
and yet
she never fails to notice
with joy came the sadness
longing for days when people knew the truth
the gods are jealous
barbed wire halo
taking the world by your teeth
survival isn’t fair
a laugh that splits sides
she likes being responsible for it
i will be long gone by the end of this tale
no one but us could hear the music
it’s too loud in my brain
they are not good at being in one piece
you are not frightened; you should be
for him wanting tastes like blood and silence and ash
it doesn’t hurt if you refuse to feel
my whole being calls for an act of violence
truth to the lie that humans are 99% empty space
despite everything you do not believe them
from their tears, flowers grow
you were chosen for the damned
they forget what they’re worth
but i’m bereft you see
wake the fuck up
i came, i saw, i dissociated
for women who are difficult to love
you are not the mistakes you have made
paranoid & useless
old ways won’t open new doors
oh god i’m gonna die alone
everything to prove
death is but a lover
a girl is a gun
maybe i deserve all of this
i can’t do this but i am anyway
live so long they’re ashamed to hurt you any longer
more deadly: your stubbornness or your loyalty
she wants to be everything
looking for despair on a queen sized bed
living on a screen
i’ve fallen a long way
do monsters make war / or does war make monsters
not tonight
i gotta be on my own
fight because you don’t know how to die quietly
not the type to back down
unapologetically human
golden boy
it was dark & it was cold & i was scared
still on the naughty list
your anxiety is not your fault
so used to doing everything wrong
concoctions that never seem right
she forgets the truth sometimes
doomed from the start
a truly unrecognizable boy
she forgave; she became
no idea what’s going on
save the bees
mystery accident causes teen fatality
satan is waitin’
angels inside my head
i need a lot of attention
i have seen the truth & it doesn’t make sense
i told you i was sick
beautiful & kind but also very sad
let boys be emotional
was that today?
the youth is rotting & crying out
kind heart fierce mind brave spirit
is crying in class punk rock?
the bible read in a condescending voice by a fourteen year old atheist
worst criminal ever stops running from cops to pet cat
rebel with a cause
hit it until it breaks
nothing matters
might be a sinner might be a saint
occupation: death
tell me what it’s like to conquer
occasionally poetic
stay curious
never satisfied
all is not lost
i’m trying so hard
all memories soften eventually
he crawled & fell & got up again
apparently i have “behavioural issues”
one more creature dizzy with love
the only weapon i need are my finger guns
poor impulse control
the danger of being too cool
drawing the prophecy card
spoiled brat
blessed are the dead
why do i feel nothing inside ＃# PLACES:
with an uncanny witchery in it’s changed trees
shallow graves aren’t meant to keep secrets
there would be no dramatic ending, only bleeding and more bleeding
let’s call this heaven
nothing holy in this ruined world
the land of gods and monsters
the world is suffering & she’s the only one to hear it’s cries
walking through a forest feeling eyes on your back
a heart buried deep in the forest
picking his way across battlefields
made of holy cities
something made by the stars
burns staining the floorboards
crystal chandeliers shattered shining on a marble floor
the fight clubs are their temples now
a forest of werewolves & wendigos that will carve out your chest
a world built on your bravery
smoke and ashes and all wrong
shooting stars & comets
i walked so long i found mercy
kitchen of lust / bedroom of grief / bathroom of apathy
the gates of hell
opaque smoke rise to cloudy heavens
deep forests & vast oceans
a den of wolves
the kingdom inside of me
it shatters infinitely
the stars and the city lights
all distinct, the silhouettes of trees
there is no ending down here
time itself is drawn up and infused in the wind
this world is too alive
the stars are not in your favor
where they don’t know my name
uniting a nation like a broken heart
learning to love the skies they are under
somewhere in the stratosphere
your country is burning
the god of the rising sun
you are met with an empty house and deafening silence
i walked so long i found mercy
the world was so cruel
the world is full of magic
find me
grow trees not armies
a hole in the wall
there is no planet b
come as you are
doorbell’s fucked: yell ‘ding dong’ very loudly
to a place i come where nothing shines
it never felt like home to me
a battleground in our living room
state of grace
the sun sails & the moon walks
the clouds are flowering
places we won’t be found
leaves are as high as the domes of vast cathedrals
the greenest grass on the other side
this wave of empty swimming pools
the area of danger
chilling at the graveyard
the light at the end of a tunnel
trapped in a tower like rapunzel
i used to want to save this world
icarus holds my hand as we watch the world spin
at the bottom of my saltwater grave
kissing the silver ocean
finding the mysteries of the universe
lights & midnights
the world around you is knives & chipped teeth
i can’t go back in there
rome going up in it’s blazing glory
when i go i will stay long gone
the stunning beauty of the world
the sky is covered in an eerie orange glow
take me back to athens
it’s so crazy to think places this beautiful exist
the city that never sleeps
around the world in only a few places
it was magical to say the least
right near the tree i skateboarded into
heaven sighs
where the earth meets the sky
the world’s not safe anymore
there is comfort at the bottom of a swimming pool
i’ve touched heaven & returned howling
just got back from hell
this is it
public safety warning
rowing a boat into a sea monster’s mouth
warning: no trespassing
at what point does fire become too much fire
the stars are her place of belonging
how to start your own country
no drugs or nuclear weapons allowed inside
the sky is crying
party in the backyard (no cops allowed)
sometimes home is a person as well as a place
a paracosm is a detailed imaginary world created in one’s mind
hell is real & it’s here ＃# THREADS:
my blood is passion incarnate
a mouth like unswept glass
gift-wrapped truth
words don’t always work
go fuck thyself
mouth full of white lies
one day i will make a list of everything i didn’t say
when you speak it is not your voice you hear, rather theirs
she crumbles empires with that laugh
lie a little bit better
the guilt choked her
not a soft talker
a name that will not be forgotten
ask her what she craves & she gets frantic
some days i feel like i can’t talk & my heart beats too fast
not brave or heroic anymore, just senseless
my coughs turn into flames
my thoughts are drowned
a call to the wild
all i hear is you wasting my time
poison them with your words
he chokes
the closer you get the clearer the music becomes
with a rust-covered mouth
ease my mind
singing & sinning
yeah maybe my head’s fucked up
a message of hope
singing songs of loss & pain
an ocean of words with no apologies
a voice calling you to greatness
searing through the air
repeat it until you don’t know the facts
slicing the atmosphere like sharp flinders
i push it down and shrug it off
a lovely miserable ring to it
berating himself constantly
i’m not used to being honest like this
mouthful of white-hot fire
and i don’t know what to make of it
tongue coated in poison
i inhaled the words like they were nicotine
to break free
wrath chokes me
this is my penance
dark lips filled with sin
she’s going to be the fucking earthquake
our names are spoken in hushed whispers
but for the way you look at me
she writes in purple glitter pen
you want to speak but instead you bite the inside of your cheek
all i hear is you wasting my time
she is not afraid to bear her fangs
she will tear you apart with the grace of a queen
you can’t keep dancing with the devil and wondering why you’re in hell
warm conversation
do not listen
recent google search: how to lie
a prayer on your lips
i think you can tell
she chooses to keep silent
can’t think straight
i’ve touched heaven & returned howling
thoughts splintering & burying in another’s flesh
i said that at midnight in a shakespearean rage
scream: there are thousands of ears listening
a quiet person; made to observe
not good at telling people how i feel
don’t insult the witch
will this anger ever dissipate?
disgusted lesbian yelling
watching the carnage unfold
same shit different day
crying out in a poet’s lament
violence on my lips
please don’t
i dare you to chuckle at me
bonjour motherfuckers
there’s so much history in my head
do i sound honest enough?
pretending to be shocked
consequences to my actions who
a never-ending saga of crisis
that was her cruel trick
angrily ranting in spanish
mumbling about needless costs
the more venomous she grows
let’s see how they laugh without their throats
ask me where i keep my arrows: i’ll show you your own chest
a soul-shattering wolf-howl
how long is now
parental advisory
screams internally in spanish
sorry i sound really gay and bitter
that was fucking stupid
leaf me alone
a tragedy but boy oh boy a laugh riot
i can’t remember
mentally elsewhere
waiting for someone more qualified to run my life ＃# VISAGE:
to survive hell and come out shining
a sense of disaster in the trail behind you
she knows she looks stunning
lips dripping with blood
made of a million little pieces
if i cut my hair & buy new lipstick it almost doesn’t feel like starting over
his tears mix with the salt water on his cheeks
golden teeth
tears were coming down your mesmerising brown eyes
crimson lips that sing songs of despair
cheeks strained under the pressure of his smile
when you least expect it she cuts you
sunsets & sunrises
she thinks she looks prettier in fragments
atlas has done it, so can he
dried blood beneath their fingernails
she loves the way her hands shake before a fight
scars staining my palms & fingers
not your pretty girl
a mind as beautiful as her face
sorrow with every drop of blood and tears
his smile is toxic
his palms crack and his shoulders quiver
a hymn for the hymnless
your hands are poetry
lightning in your fingertips
too pretty to care
they’ve never seen eyes so bright (yet so lifeless)
not made of porcelain pleasantries
my ribcage rattles under the pressure
mirrored is the image of your identification
gods are among us
a bare throat thrown back in complete & utter glee
young & delicate
using only your two good hands
look into my eyes & say you see life in them
your knuckles are perpetually drawn white
ragged nails painted in my own blood
never seen true love till this sight
a bloody fallen tangled mess
let me paint her in a golden blush
the boyish charm he exudes when he challenges you to do something dangerous is lethal
angelically beautiful & antinous wild
fire blazing through my eyes
luxury in his knitted brow
her neck is the bow, her laugh is the arrow
use their blood as lipstick
the anger has rotted my teeth to points
she has an itch beneath her skin
she belongs in a museum
the sunlight hits your face making you look like an angel
she’s got the looks and the boys on hooks
constellations in your eyes
my knuckles are broken and bloody
he’s bleeding sunlight
firecrackers in their hair
soft hands made to choke
ringed with gold
even with the bruises, she was alluring
loveliest angels make the cruelest demons
like wildfire, or a summer storm swept in
you were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell
i’m pretty and cool but i cry a lot
let this cursed flesh by lain to rest
smelling like grass in the pouring rain
a sacrifice to a god that is not kind
burnt wings no longer made for flying
overlooking my spiteful glare as just a silly girlish routine
a scar means ‘i survived’
freckles and constellations
i can’t stop shaking
even her rage is beautiful
too big for her trembling bones
wrecking everything she touches
sunlight in the water
a big heart on your sleeve
angels aren’t always good
refusing to be contained
breaking lines like bones
their eyes are reminiscent of green swimming pools in the middle of july
greek gods ain’t got nothing on you
walking around riddled by invisible bullets
covered in love bites & nail marks
beauty on the inside doesn’t get you free drinks
i can’t recognize who i see in the mirror
angel face / devil thoughts
not blocking the view: the view
ruthless & beautiful
do my dark circles & deteriorating health look hot?
the kind of exhausted that has nothing to do with sleep
god is a woman
you can’t make homes out of human beings
she wore a smile like a loaded gun
walking america’s most wanted
looking good
my ribs are bruised from my heart pounding so hard
ray of fucking sunshine
do i look like a fucking people person?
thieving heart
literally cutthroat ＃# WARDROBE:
a blade of honey between our shadows
never giving them something ugly to find
on earth we’re briefly gorgeous
brighter than the sun
marionette string wings
claws dripping with vengeance
running through gasoline
mini-skirts & off-shoulder tops
some days you are a shipwreck, some days a tidal wave
blood in my mouth & staining my clothes
distracted enough to not notice that i am also intelligent & powerful
denial in a changing room
in her demonic lustre
the colors adorning her clothes felt like they were burning into her skin
in his dark attires
wearing dark with a sickening sort of pride
beautiful & damaged & broken & unhinged
a mouthful of diamond teeth
crooked smile reminding you of an empty blue sky
everything about her is defiant and whimsical
i walk on sharpened knives
a constant state of uncertainty
fire and lightning and everything frightening
devastating yet beautiful
he bit his mouth until it was red enough
holes are carved in her heart
bubblegum skies and chapped lip kisses
bloody knuckles & bruised feet
glossy lipstick coating her teeth
just another dressed up heartbreak
tears to diamonds in her crown
their head’s a storm and their chest is empty
despite it all i still wear velvet gloves
thunder without lightning
the world never saw true beauty until her
my ashes became steel
ichor dripping from my sides
til death we do art
barefoot on a wood floor
crooked grin sly hands dangerous voice
real gods require blood
an arcane existence
if my looks can kill why aren’t you dead
may the wind under your wings bear you
a face all made up
blue & mystical & facing the stars
free & fine
stumbling through heaven
sad guys, bad guys, mouth full of white lies
a smile so toothy and fake
a laugh that was a cacophony of metallic sounds
mi reina
facial structure of a goddess
underneath it all we’re just savages
covergirls don’t cry after their face is made
ain’t you ever seen a princess
something magic about you
a force to be reckoned
a girl armed for war
she stops wearing white because it stains so badly
people always had a talent of making her feel dirty
resent isn’t pretty on him
he misses his soft hands & baby fat
widely known as the pretty one
i flame towards trembling stars
desensitized to the objectification
hands don’t get bloody on their own
wearing wildness like a second skin
black coffee & untamed hair & poorly suppressed anger
she’s like the aftermath of a storm
carrying the weight of the world
soaring on the cusp of eternity
scars are the stories the universe writes on us
a whole world raging under my skin
coming up with nothing in your palms but blood
a saint learning to hide their stained hands
looking as pure as snow
artwork i could admire forever
quite the catch
life’s too short to wear boring clothes
a walking tragedy
are your kids turning punk rock?
a grin as sharp as a knife
sad sunglasses emoji
porcelain ivory steel
will cutting my hair short make the pain go away?
eyes so blue i drown
girl power
50% punk 50% rock
look only do not touch
the bags under my eyes are designer
half god half man
a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart
this vessel is a lie; a lesson in fluidity
bloodied knuckles & sharp elbows
chew bubblegum & kick ass
a boy can fucking wear a dress if he wants
property of no one
evil & emotionless & cute as fuck
yellow rainboots in the summer sun

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