Hey, you. There's something bothering you, isn't there? You're scrolling endlessly just to feel something. I know the feeling. But just think. Does what you're worried about really matter? Chances are it doesn't. The outcome of this won't change anything, and even if it will, I'm sure you'll get used to it pretty easily. But think, just for a second. In a week, it will barely bother you anymore. In a month you'll forget about it. Six months you'll be totally unaffected by it. Even if it seems like the end of the world we will find a way. Life still goes on. Life waits for no one. There are some things that will never change. The school bell will still ring on time. Your parents will still fight. The sun will still rise. And one day, you'll be totally fine.
I promise.
I've seen inside your head and I'm doing surgery on the parts that still wish you were dead.
so um i just wanted to tell you guys that i was 100 days clean from s3lf h4rm yesterday :3
sometimes i wonder if i’m really a perfectionist and then i remember that i have an incredibly detailed marauders era timeline that has every full moon, prank, birthday, and any important music that was released down to the day just in case one day i want to write fanfiction for this god forsaken fandom.
(and don’t worry it’s all fact checked and accurate)
(it’s all canon compliant and anything that has canon dates is dated [plus fact checked] there but there is a lot of fanon/ headcanons too)
okay it won’t let me put this in a reply so here it is lol
Hi cool kid in my notes
do you wan be moots?
hello even cooler kid in my asks
that would be nice yes
sorry i cried in front of you. do you still think im cool?
I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them,
I knew you were mine
You said you were mine
You really were mine
Do you know what my father said
When I ripped your first letter open?
He said, "Be careful with that one, son
I don't see a point in you hoping,"
You and your words flooded my senses.
Your sentences left me defenseless
You ruined palaces with your paragraphs
You wrecked cathedrals
I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me
Trying to find an explanation for every line
Each word is a sign
You really were mine
The world could just burn
Burn
They'll destroy all the letters I wrote you
They'll fool the whole world into thinking that we were just friends
A dangerous game
They have hidden our lives.
Do you know what my father said
When he found the letters in file
He said, "In all your affections,
He is making you more than just smile,"
You and your words,
No care for our legacy
Your sentences border on senseless
And I am made paranoid by every paragraph
How will they perceive you?
You, you, you
They will erase us from the narrative
Let future historians wonder,
What happened to Laurens?
When the war ended
The war never ended
I watch my heart burn
Watching it burn
The world has no right to my heart
The world cannot see in my head
They don't get to know what I said
They're burning the memories
Burning the letters
That might have exposed you
I wish you could stay in my heart
You won't leave your place in my head
I'll love you in silence instead
I'm keeping the memories of when you were mine
I hope they don't burn
So this is a rewrite of Burn from Hamilton in the perspective of John Laurens because they were gay. Idk what else to say tbh. ill post an analysis of it later if i can be bothered
"Am i worthy of this thing?" "Do i deserve it?"
So irrelevant.
Do you want it?
Sigma men (13 year old andrew tate fans) when a crazy raging woke feminist (their mum) disrespects their traditional masculine values (takes away their xbox)
he/they | It's okay not to have anything profound to say sometimes
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