"Yes, I'm A Murderer. Be It For Good Or Evil, I Play Culprit Of Several Last Breaths- Nothing Can Justify

what if i put a gentle yet firm hand on your chin to hold you still while i put lipstick on your lips. and you were kneeling and i was standing and looking down at you and making eye contact. what then

Old poetry is such an unexpected GEM

Darling, how I wish I could tell your gentle soul how light flickers atleast twice before it is eternal.

For the most virulent of snakes would spit off their venom to kiss your name, when it is but etched on a rock;- how when timid dark ravens will curl themselves in vines that reach from behind your tomb, would then flaunt their wings spreading life around like scattered glitter.

And the rain would skip you when souls begin to raise their cupped hands crying for water,

For your stubborn petals bloom with tears that are only now salty in your mouth."

Now someone tell me what was going through my mind at 12 years old because clearly there is plot behind this.

I hate how pretty I look when I cry.

More so, I hate how I love how wonderful my red nose , red cheeks, and slight swollen eyes make me look. All that makeup and I would never achieve this.

It's like my face is mocking me, you bloom here in sadness as you belong here in sadness.

Slipping time is looking down at you. Its favourite incarnation, and it's thinking: has it forgotten us? Has it, forgotten itself?

Time is worried, how the little incarnation with such fascinating drive is no longer moving. You are still as if time is still

Tumblr has so much potential 😬 it's kind of sad

Sometimes I wonder if I should delete this Blog when I get famous. It wouldn't be appropriate for a famous author to have a tumblr, right? What do yall think?

Or i could just go anonymous and this could be wll thats left of me <333

I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺

50 posts!

Yet none of you bitches interact you hoes

YES because imagine them locked together thru all the levels and bonding😭😭 imagine its ENEMIES TO LOVERS🤌😩

I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺

They say the abused become the abuser. And you have gone through hell.

But what is standing in front of me is this beautiful, fragile woman that holds broken things so gently as she has never been held, who melts her energy into making them intact. Until there is no power, no more love left to give.

I keep waiting.

I keep waiting for a dog so hideous to pass by on our evening walks that you will not pet. I keep waiting for a sunset too plain that you feel it too futile to paint. I look around for a child far too overbearing for you to comfort— But whenever I inquire you, all I hear is that you've been all of those things, and you won't let it happen to anyone else. Too hideous—too plain—Too overbearing—

You love fixing broken things. You attract evil because it latches on to sweetness, sucks it until evil becomes a lovable thing and the source becomes sour and stale.

I believe, sometimes, that is why I am your lover.

But I am no different from when you first met me. You may not have noticed this, but even though you hold me, pour yourself into me, you never attempt to glue me together. You never attempt to fix me. You just bleed into my vacant parts, unafraid of the surrounding filth.

Who did I murder that was so bad, what days did I feed my hungry cat so well that I am held dear to a person like you?

My sweet, sweet Caroline. How could I ever repay your love?

-exerpt from my upcoming villian×hero book🤭💋