This So Mean Why My Trauma Isn't Cool Af Ugh
This so mean why my trauma isn't cool af ugh
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YES because imagine them locked together thru all the levels and bondingðŸ˜ðŸ˜ imagine its ENEMIES TO LOVERS🤌😩
I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺
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.
You fill me with so much being that I no longer feel woman nor man around you, the presence realization of you puts me in a trance-like state, away from the concept of reality, logic and nature— rather I am forever a cloud hanging around you, only ever activated when ever I am, once again, struck by the realization of you.
- sacrificial sinners by j rose
it has begun
"He wraps my fingers around the knife.
he's so close.
The only barrier between us is this pointed silver weapon.
He whispers softly, inches away from my lips— "Kill or kiss."
He moves even more forward, if that is possible. His breathy words are hush of air on my lips "-the choice is yours."
My heart is hammering in my chest. His eyes hold mine captive, not leaving for a second.
He stares at me, so desperate—
I press the tip of the knife into his throat.
My shadow casts over him as his knees grow weaker, eventually sitting him on top of the bed. Thighs find themselves on either side of him.
Blood trickles where I've pressed the knife.
My lips brush his and I feel the electricity dominating his nerves. I do not flinch when I speak.
"Why not both?"
—Hana Malik
Would you read? Written when I was 12 so I'm considering dropping it.
See what your followers think of you.
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new.
CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.
PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CYAN = We have very little in common
THISTLE = I only just started following you
INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
UMBER = I want to know more about you
FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you
WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
SAGE = You make me cry
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!
VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you
My lovers in a band
He plays guitar while I hold his hand
Oh the sound of the screeching tunes
They scratch and bruise
He never lets go
Beauty's pain and
I'm his muse
I feel as though my mind is barren. Like I can't produce more for my writing. Even the simplest of lines are starting to fascinate me now.
Writing was supposed to be therapeutic...
.. not this.
