So, I’m pretty tired with myself today…
I’m so fucking lonely here you know?
No one around to talk to, everyone doing their own things?
It’s stupid…
Why can’t I love someone like how I love myself?
Am I that fucking insane to do something like that?
I guess I am…
I’m so fucking lonely…
I don’t hang out with many people anymore because of COVID….
I miss my old friends so much that I forget I even exist…
I think about people all the time that I become a completely different person.
It’s stupid.
It’s dumb.
It’s crazy what you do for love.
I know you will all be reading this and think, “What the fuck is this shit?”
I don’t know what I am either…
I’m just the chaos and the calm…
The sun and the moon…
Forward and backwards….
I’m everything people want to be and don’t want to be…
I’m the person that could help you or hurt you….
I am the person that talks to everyone or stays in the shadows…
I am myself…
I am not myself…
I am something I’m not…
Something not human…
Something not myself…
What even am I?
Why am I here?
Why do I even exist?
I don’t need to exist… at all!
Fuck me! I don’t give a shit!
Leave me alone for once!!!
I hate myself so fucking much!!!
I’m worthless!
I’m nothing.
I’m nothing without her.
I’m nothing without him.
I’m nothing without them.
I’m nothing.
I am nothing to no one…
And now I'm done with this...
This mask of a smile I've worn for so long...
It's gone...
The mask of happiness for my friends and families to see...
For the happiness I've falsely felt for an enternity...
Slam my fist in the wall.
Throw some shit and give me a call.
I'll scream at you for however long I feel like.
How are you doing?
How are you doing?
Are you bleeding like me?
Are you hiding behind a mask like me?
A mask like mine?
Are you here?
Are you surrounded by your own peers?
Are you looked down on or looked up to?
Are you still trying to be the version of yourself everyone thought you were a year ago?
Are you still faking those smiles?
Are you burning the horrible memories, that made no one trust you anymore?
Are you lying to people that don't deserve it?
Can you stop, cause I am far too gone?!
I need to stop and listen.
I need to do this, evenly.
I am a giant wave crashing into the shore line.
I am myself.
I am not.
I am the calm and the chaos.
I need help, but no one ever listens because, they have their own issues.
They have no time for you, it's true.
Leave them behind and don't go running back to them or they will hurt you more....
Or maybe not...
Maybe they're something more.
Like a soulmate or friend....
Maybe I should reach out to them for help...
Can I reach out for help?
Myself in 2020, not in the right headspace.
HAPPY BI-VISIBILITY DAY, EVERYONE! (Sept. 23) 💙💜❤️
This is very true, be more like little kids!
Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
Her eyes were the color of honey, irises swirling like the sweet nectar.
His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned her over with nothing more than a wink and a smile.
They had eyes like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained their face.
Her eyes were as bright as the raging sun and the color of dancing flames.
They wore blue eyeshadow to contrast their dark brown eyes.
Her eyes were as beautiful as the leaves of trees in autumn.
His eyes were nearly black, like a void that held a lifetime of secrets.
Dirt. She had eyes like dirt. They were almost as dirty as her personality.
Their eyes reminded her of old brick libraries and vintage books.
She had the kind of eyes that made thieves wonder why they bothered to steal pieces of art.
His eyes made her think of the sandcastles she used to build as a kid.
Their eyes were the same color as the old oak tree their great-great-grandfather planted in the backyard.
His eyes were the same color as the bottle of liquor in his hand.
They had a smile like spring, but their eyes were autumn with a hint of passing summer.
Her dark eyes were flaked with gold.
His brown eyes had tragedy weaved behind his irises.
Brown, copper eyes that paired with the dry blood stuck to their face watched him as he stalked across the tiled floor.
“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
colour is the lifeblood of a scene. here are ways not to over-use it.
Red: cardinal, coral, crimson, flaming, maroon, rose, wine, brick red, burgundy, carmine, cerise, cherry, chestnut, claret, copper, dahlia, fuschia, garnet, geranium, infrared, magenta, puce, ruby, russet, rust, salmon, sanguine, scarlet, tition, vermilion, roseate, rubicund, ruddy, rubescent, florid
Orange: apricot, tangerine, merigold, cider, ginger, bronze, cantaloupe orange, clay, honey, marmalade orange, amber
Yellow: blond, chrome, cream, gold, ivory, lemon, saffron, tawny, xanthous, sandy
Green: grassy, leafy, verdant, emerald, aquamarine, chartreuse, fir, forest green, jade, lime, malachite, mossy, pea green, pine, sage, sea green, verdigris, willow, spinach green, viridian
Blue: azure, beryl, cerulean, cobalt, indigo, navy, royal blue, sapphire, teal, turquoise, ultramarine
Purple: violet, indigo, lavender, lilac, mauve, periwinkle, plum, violet, amethyst, heliotrope, mulberry, orchid, pomegranate purple, wine, amaranthine, perse, violaceous, reddish-blue
Requested by: Anonymous
By @me-writes-prompts
“You see, I could never like think of them romantically. You know what I mean?”
“Look, I don’t believe in love or anything, so there is no way I could have feelings for that person.”
“No, no, I can’t. We both can’t. I mean, it can never work out the way we would have wanted to.”
Getting jealous and possessive when the other one is giving someone more attention than them. But that’s just how friends are, right? RIGHT?
Ignoring that fluttering and butterflies in their stomach when they get too close to them.
“I mean, this feeling is just temporary. It will go away.” (Spoiler alert! It didn’t)
“You have such heart eyes when you look at them, makes me sick.” “No, I don’t.”
"Just tell them you like them." "What are you talking about?" "You like them, don't you?" "No, absolutely not. Haha, no. Maybe."
petition to make it real:
It needs to be real for me.
a scooby doo series set in community college where the gang is in a criminology class and end up in a huge debate on the first day of class that leads to them starting a podcast talking about local urban legends, only to realize things aren’t quite adding up and they go to investigate for ~journalistic authenticity~ and end up solving a real-life crime disguised as supernatural occurrences. this happens every week and they’re frequently featured on the school newspaper. they only have twenty listeners
You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.
okay like
literally love triangle between twins with daddy issues and connection to the force and sassy hero boy who cant say i love you. i think ive seen this film before......
Parker (they/he) (21)WRITING COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! ★Apart of TOO MANY DAMN FANDOMS!!!
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