I think i’m going to be taking a break from tumblr for a while. I’m tired of feeling low, nd going on tumblr only feeds deeper into that feeling, and while I’m trying to recover from my restrictions, coming onto tumblr to see what I see if only making me fail, I love yhu guys, nd I hope all of yhu stay safe, feel free to use my dm’s and ask box as a venting place, i dont know when i’ll be back. But I’m gonna try my best to just recover. I dont like feeling like this and honestly i just want to move on in my life, no, this break isnt gonna fix everything, but im hoping it’ll help cause im tired of feeling lower than i should be. I just want to learn to love myself for who i am instead of hating who looks back at me in the mirror. Stay safe everyone.
If yhu want to text me here’s my info: Instagram: _gi._.vin.gu__p._._slo_wl.y_ Discord: mossy corpse#1629 Facebook: Braylyn Echo
Hi hi… I’ve recently taken a large break from being little, I’ve come to terms that I’m not a very sexual person, and sex/sexual actions can make me super uncomfortable. After a lot of thinking, I’ve decided to come back to Tumblr, but strictly as a safe for work blog. I’ll mainly be reblogging cute little things and lots of pink inspired stuff (hehe I can’t help it! Pink is my favorite little color!). If you get unfollowed by me, it’s only because I’m trying to look out for myself and make my tumblr feed safe and NSFW-free so that I stay comfortable. Also! As a side note for those SFW blogs that have recently followed me or have followed back, as a warning, please do not scroll far down on my blog page. There may be potential NSFW things that I don’t want anyone being exposed to unless they’re comfortable with it. Thank you so much for understanding! And please, PLEAAAASE, don’t be afraid to message me. I’m in desperate need of SFW little/AgeRe friends!
Tibetan women’s braids. For centuries, Tibetan women have plaited their hair in 108 braids (or as close as possible) to represent the 108 teachings of the Kan Djur, the Tibetan holy book.
This hairstyle has been discouraged by the Chinese government as they want the Tibetan people to assimilate into modern Chinese culture. Thus micro braids faded as young Tibetan women began to cut their hair, preferring shorter hairstyles, leaving the micro braids to older Tibetan women. However, something remarkable has happened in modern-day Tibet.
A compromise of sort. Tibetan women are allowed to wear micro braids today and braid the hair of tourists in the city of Lhasa. The Buddhist significance has been removed and is never mentioned. Only a few braids are placed in the tourist’s hair, usually festooned with ribbons. The good news is that poor Tibetan women are able to make a decent living braiding hair and the tradition of micro braids is being kept alive. -source
Nobody mentions it anymore, but the cultural annihilation and genocide of Tibetan people is still ongoing. China is nobody’s friend.
When I was 14, it was a mandatory part of the history lessons to watch a holocaust document movie Escape From Sobibor. A few jews actually managed to escape from Sobibor’s concentration camp and it was their story, based on the escaped Jews’ experiences.
Teacher only warned at one point that “There’s going to be a bit bad scene next, close your eyes if you don’t want to watch”. Otherwise we watched it fully. Our class actually watched it twice - because we wanted to. Teacher only commented if there were some inaccuracies and answered our questions if we had any during the movie.
I can’t remember if I had read a book of a concentration camp survivor’s memoirs before that movie or afterwards. I think it was before, as I couldn’t watch the movie twice. I got a permission to sit in the hallway. I think the other students understood what the showers were and what was going to happen, but I had already read a book of the events and saw photos of the gas champers with permanent marks and stains from fingernails, vomit and shit on the walls.
It’s been a small life-time from the book and the movie but I still remember bits of it vividly. Especially from the book.
The woman was still a child in the concentration camp. I remember how she at one point got to peel potatoes with another woman. Whenever no one was looking, she ate the peel as fast as she could, eating faster than the middle-aged woman peeling the potatoes. She got angry with this girl and attacked her.
Another time she was taken to the line to the gas champers. When the guards weren’t watching, she dove into a ditch full of naked, dead bodies, and laid there still for 9 hours. That saved her life.
If we had lived closer to the central Europe, we would have visited the concentration camps like the local students do.
I would say that in the Europe, the holocaust’s memory is always present. We get to learn about it in very early age. Thus, from my perspective, banning Maus in Tennessee is nothing but antisemitism and trying to eradicate history and wash it cleaner. We DO know that Holocaust deniers exist, too, which is an insane concept to even comprehend.
Read Maus, especially if you’re American. Know that it will be triggering and hard to stomach - if that happens, congratulations. You’re a normal, empathetic person. I’m always upset for a long, long time when I get to read and encounter something horrible. I read a book of a Finnish famine - one of the worst in the history of the world - and the eyewitness testimonies of those two years, and I was horribly upset for 3 days. Even today, years later, I get really sad when I think about the events of that book.
That’s normal. You’re supposed to be upset when you encounter suffering and horrors of a fellow humans. I would be more concerned if you felt nothing!
Eventually, the upset will go away but the knowledge will not disappear. The knowledge is worth the upset, if you ask me (but you know yourself the best).
Life doesn’t arrive with trigger warnings and things can escalate to nightmarish if we’re not aware of the red flags - and banning Maus is one of the red flag.
Hello everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long! Unfortunately this isn’t a coming back post. I’ve had a really hard time trying to write for this blog and I’m hoping that I’ll recover and get to your requests but for the moment I won’t be active on this blog until further notice.
I’m so sorry! I know I had a couple of series I was writing and I’m hoping to still finish them but I don’t know when that will be. I’m so grateful for your all support and love for my writing over the past year and this blog wouldn’t exist without you! And Big shoutout to my mutuals for this blog (you know who you are) who supported me from day dot on this blog and always encouraged me with requests and love!
My brain just doesn’t want to write for Harry Potter characters rn and I feel awful because I love this blog so much but I just can’t. Requests are closed from here on out and I will not be active. I hope you all understand, feel free to message me with questions and fingers crossed I recover from this writers block sometime soon.
If you’re interested in workshopping/getting my opinion on your original story rather than a general concept/topic, I offer those services on my Patreon.
It’s only $5 per month and I’ll happily message you one on one answering any questions you have about your story. I’ll even read drafts and provide comments/editing suggestions. You can also ask other patrons for their thoughts on the discord server.
I get a lot of asks from individuals inquiring about their personal projects with specific details or questions, and I’m happy to help, but I don’t post that kind of content here because it’s not interesting to my wider readers, and it’s an extension of my services on my paid platform.
To celebrate me reaching 30k on my book blog, I decided to host this giveaway as a thank you to all my followers who helped me get here! These hardback books have all kindly been sent to me by the publishers, most of which are new to shelves this month! The books in the giveaway consist of:
- Madame Bovary of the Suburbs by Sophie Divry, being published 27/7/17.
- The Keeper of Lost Things by Ruth Hogan.
- The Girl Who Climbed Everest by Bonita Norris, being published 13/7/17.
- Evening Primrose by Kopano Matlwa, being published 27/7/17.
Conditions of Entry:
- Follow my blog (if you don’t already).
- Reblog this post.
- Comment the book title you’re looking forward to reading most!
The closing date for this giveaway is the 11th of August 2017, so you have four weeks from today to apply. The winner will be chosen at random and the giveaway is open to anyone as I am happy to post the four books worldwide. Good Luck!
Autistic brain says we gotta make another stim blog for specifically Cosplay gifs for Stimboards. We’ll still be reblogging them here, but they’ll be posted on @brainrot-cosplay-gifz thx <3
In the many years that I have been on tumblr, I have seen countless artists stop creating, stop posting, delete their works, and completely fall off the face of the earth. All of them cite a common nuisance: having their art stolen/reposted/used without their permission.
Obviously, it sucks for their fans (like you and me). But more so, it sucks for them! All of their hours of effort stolen from them in seconds. Imagine working on a project for hours only to have someone else take it, post it, and get all the attention for it. Everyone can agree: that would be awful. So, let’s stop this problem!
More severely, such illegal use can lead to lawsuits. Artists are always the sole owners of their work. When someone uses their property in a way they do not consent to, this is theft - plain and simple- and can lead to legal ramifications, courtroom headache, and tons more ugly stuff.
Even if you are not reposting art yourself, you can still help the cause by taking a moment to think critically before supporting/liking/reblogging!
If you go through this list of tips and the art looks stolen, do not interact with the post. This small action will help discourage blogs from reposting!
1.) Red Flags. Note: these may be in the post’s caption or its tags!
“credit to the artist”
“artist: ?”
“artist unknown”
“source: pinterest”
Something that indicates a third-person viewership. (i.e. “omg he looks so good here!!”)
2.) Green Flags.
Something that indicates first-person creation (i.e. “this took me 3 hours” or “my contribution to the fanzine!”)
#mine / #my art / #my sketches / #my doodles
A signature on the work that matches the blog’s name
Commissioned work
3.) Check out the blog.
It is pretty easy to tell if they are the Original Poster or not.
Look for something that states they are an artist.
Scroll down their blog and see if they have posted artwork of similar styles.
Be suspicious of many styles that are drastically different. This may mean this not one artist’s blog, but is actually a blog that is reposting from many different artists.
See if you can find the original artist on other sites (i.e. pixiv, twitter, facebook, tumblr, deviantart).
Search their bios and see if they allow reposts. If not, the artwork is likely to be stolen.
Many of the artists may not speak your same language. Use a translating tool to see their rules.
III. What To Do When You See Art Theft
1.) Message the blog that is doing the reposting.
This is the fastest and most direct method. It can be intimidating, but just remember and that you are doing the right thing!
2.) Approach them respectfully. Keep your cool.
No one will respond well to an angry message. Lay off on the all-caps, the swear words, the threats, the name-blasting. Here are some healthier alternatives to that:
“Hi! Nice to meet you. I saw you reposted this art…
did you get permission from the artist?
that artist does not allow reposts.
please delete the post and all other reposts that do not have permission on your blog.”
3.) If they do not believe that what they are doing is wrong, patiently explain why.
4.) If they say that they have obtained permission, ask for proof of it.
Unfortunately, many blogs have started lying about having obtained permission. Here is an example I found today: “artist: 木の子 (pixiv)” but when you find the artist’s pixiv, you will see that they are totally against reposts.
5.) If they are still not cooperating, tell them that you will reach out to the artist directly. If this does not convince them, then actually reach out.
6.) Tell others not to support/like/reblog their reposts.
7.) When you see blogs reblogging reposted art, reach out to those blogs and tell them that the art was stolen.
REPOSTING/EDITING/USING ART WITHOUT PERMISSION IS THEFT.
Reach out to artists before doing anything with their works.
Always think critically before supporting/liking/reblogging artwork. If it looks stolen, do not interact with it.
When someone tells you that you have reposted art without permission (which you shouldn’t have done in the first place), delete it is quickly as possible. Do not argue. You are in the wrong.
Be brave in the fight against art theft!
Art theft is a serious, common, but solvable issue! Taking these steps is the least bit of thanks towards artists who do so much for us <3
AN: This is a follow-up on the story idea I posted awhile back. I got great feedback and a lot of people seemed to like it, so here it is. I just hope I did your expectations justice. Just please remember, this is where it all starts, and after this, I promise you chapters will be longer. Anyway, enjoy!
She had been in the Field for the longest time. She walked around, picked wildflowers and hummed to herself. The noise of the waterfall calmed her down, the sun shone on her fiery red hair.
Sometimes, she skipped around and sang merrily as though she were a fledgling again. Then there were times when she would sit on the craggy hills, thinking of the Four. As everything had started with them, so it would end. But that wasn’t a topic she would linger long on, since the only reason for her presence in the Field was for her peace of mind.
She would forget Them for eons. ‘Live in the moment,’ like Father had said.
“You will wake up when they see reason.” He had told her. “This will not be your eternity. I give you my word.”
She had trusted Him and had been trapped in a boundless cycle ever since. But He had promised, and she would hold Him to it. He wouldn’t leave her like this forever.
Time passed quickly in the Field. Occasionally, she would peek into her vessel’s life, curious to see who the Container was this time. Every time she did so, it was someone different. Her spirit wasn’t bound by gender or appearance, so seeing a male with raven hair one day and a female brunette the next wasn’t so surprising.
There weren’t many vessels who caught her attention. They were normal beyond normal, unremarkable beyond standard. She wasn’t one to complain, though. Father had made it so that They would have a harder time of finding her, if They even managed to catch a hint of her whereabouts.
“I like this not, Father. The Four will be lost without me.” She had said at first.
“And that is how They will learn their lesson. They will never appreciate your gift if They always have it at an arm’s reach.”
“Yes, Father, of course.” She had said. That’s what she always said.
The first signs of true awareness came when she was in the body of a young woman named Lillian di Angelo, who had hair not unlike her own. She wasn’t sure whether to appreciate the irony or groan in exasperation.
That day, she happened to be checking on her vessel, so when she managed to control Lillian’s body without being forcefully ejected back into the Field, it threw her off. Moving the twenty-year-old woman’s petite hand had been a novel feeling; stretching her limbs had been a sensation she had cherished.
It took approximately seven days to get over her disorientation and three straight weeks of meditation and sifting through Lillian’s memories to be able to get out in the human world. Adam and Eve’s descendants were undoubtedly strange, but she had centuries worth of human experience to pull off on (though she quickly discovered that human’s no longer lived in caves).
Lillian was a lonely person, she found out. The young girl was an introvert, the apparent laughingstock of her college campus. An art major, the girl preferred to keep her head down, pay attention, and do well. A harmful relationship in which she had refused to have sexual intercourse with her partner had resulted in the girl’s ruin, and video footage showed Lillian and her partner in what was apparently the deep throes of passion.
A slut, they called her. Lillian was shamed wherever she went, so it was no wonder she locked herself up for weeks on end, taking online classes instead of present ones.
When she took over Lillian’s body, it had been just before the girl gave up on everything she’d ever wanted.
“Please, take me,” she’d been begging. “I don’t know what life means anymore, it doesn’t matter!”
The knife had nearly reached the destination which had been her throat, but a timely arrival had prevented a needless death.
The first thing she did after acclimating to the human world, she packed bare necessities and fled the hellhole which had been Lillian’s home for the past two years. Extensive research led her to come to the conclusion that it was, indeed, Armageddon, and she hadn’t been awoken because They had finally seen reason. No, that wasn’t the reason at all. This was the final show, and Father wanted her to have a front-row seat.
What would happen? She had no clue. But for now, she decided, it was the high time people remembered who Hadraniel, the angel of love and fire was.
hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity
You know it legally is a charity, right?
If x charity aims for £10, but gets £15, would you expect then to give back the extra five or give it then to another charity? No. Any extra costs go into the “rainy day” fund; sometimes servers crash or break, sometimes false reports are made that require the legal team, sometimes you need to hire coders or what not to implement new features or fix bugs or deal with broken code …
The money they aimed for is the bare minimum, which goes towards things like basic server costs and domain names and legal advice and so forth, but they don’t just “pocket” the rest (as people claim). It’s not a business. It has no advertisements. It needs some “rainy day” cash to function.
You can’t ask a charity to give money to another charity.
They don’t “pocket” excess money. They have a publicly accessible budget - waaaay more info than most charities, in fact. In it, you can clearly see where each dollar goes. (Also, you are vastly underestimating either how much traffic AO3 gets or how much servers/hosting costs.)
In my experience, people who don’t work in web design and hosting just have no concept of how heavy a load something like AO3 would have. Not only is the traffic absolutely buck wild, but the quantity of data that archive needs to store is fuckoff crazy. I’m talking “more than the library of congress” crazy. The only reason it doesn’t require Netflix levels of data serving is that it’s text based rather than video.
AO3 is in the top 300 websites in the world, and the top 100 in the US. It is the number 2 literature website.
Number 2 in the entire world. JSTOR is 20.
It sees about 6 million people a day. About 250k an hour. Each of those people is loading multiple pages, many are running searches that execute on literally hundreds of potential variables per search. The demands involved are astronomical.
JSTOR, btw, makes 85 million dollars a year.
It’s 18 ranks below AO3′s traffic, and takes in 650 times the amount of money.
But let’s say you think that’s an unfair comparison. Would you say that the Project Gutenberg Literature Archival Group- another text based archive that handles literature operating outside traditional copyright requirements- is more similar?
Because it sees all of 4% of the traffic that AO3 handles.
Care to guess its budget?
Double that of AO3.
AO3 is doing shit on the kind of shoestring budget that I fully, 100% cannot comprehend. And that’s just the archival service.
The 130k also pays for the OTW’s legal team, which they use to defend the right of fandom to fucking exist.
It’s absolutely batshit fucked up that people are fighting to have the OTW defunded and AO3 shut down. They are the only organized group that actually stands directly between fandom- all the art and the fics and the vids and the music and the chats and the memes and everything we love about interactive, transformative work- and an incalculable amount of lawsuits.
This is honestly FASCINATING information and worth a read. AO3 deserves our support and appreciation.
So hey dearest toon lovers I got a hot idea and if this gets at least maybe like 5 likes or 5 reblogs I may just make a full on arg/fan comic/ask blog
Basically it’s about this girl named Amelia trying to save her world from a bundle of chaotic toons, (This will include Oswald, The Animaniacs, Cuphead, Sam & Max, BATIM, FNATI, etc) And the relationship between toons and humans. It’s pretty meta I guess? I wanna make this at first pretty lighthearted and then have its pretty dark moments. This will obviously not be meant for little kids since I wanna get into some dark topics but other than that it’ll be a fun project and maybe even others ocs can join in on the fun either helping the humans save the world or create chaos as a toon.
Here’s some of my ocs and stuff! So if y’all are interested please just like and reblog, share the chaos.
Hey folks! You may have noticed that my account + Discord server have been a little quieter than usual this month. The reason for that is that I’ve been working on something rather exciting in my off time, and I’ve a feeling you’ll all find it pretty exciting too! ✨ Of course, I’m not ready to share anything just yet, but definitely watch this space for an announcement very soon. Because of this, I’ve decided to PAUSE Patreon billings and Patreon content for the next while and focus entirely on this new project.
Thanks to every single one of you for joining me on this journey so far! You’ve helped me grows in was I could never have imagined- THANK YOU!
Please note the following has not come easy or without long thoughts and anxiety filled nights along with it.
Be patient and bare with me as there are moments of rambling, heartache and discouragement below the cut.
Thank you for taking the time to read the following and I hope to see you all on the other side.
First and foremost thank you. Thank you for being patient. Thank you for understanding that life has had its ups and downs the last year or so. That writing motivation and inspiration have drastically plummeted while lack of posting has skyrocketed with a few drops in between.
I initially wanted to give you two weeks of fics this month to determine if it was worth staying here. To determine if I could handle the heartbreak of leaving this site and taking my fics elsewhere after an amazing 3 years of posting fics. But in all reality wasnt fair to myself to give myself a deadline to stay or go. An ultimatum that made it so easy to say forget it and I wont write at all.
But I couldnt do that. I couldn’t force myself to go through an ultimatum and make it so I wouldn’t write anything else and that’s what it was leading to. That’s what it was becoming and I never thought itd be me discouraging myself not to write and end my blog posting here.
Yes I could stop posting here and write elsewhere. Yes I could continue the series I love so much on other platforms. But how could I move on and essentially start over?
So I’m going back to the basics instead. We’re going back to the 2018 Dom that was nervous about starting a blog. Where she wrote what she loved when it wanted to be written instead of forcing it out and burning myself out in the process.
There are fics that I’ve been dying to write but have put on the back burner for so long. Mostly because I have a sea of requests that I feel guilty not getting to so why should I wrote what I want to? But there will be no more of that.
Any and all requests that do not currently have over 500 words written will be purged completely. A clean slate to focus on what I would like to write. This doesn’t mean that I won’t open them in the future. It just means for the time being I will be focusing on what I want and love and not what others want.
In a way I am putting myself first and that is what is important, after all.
Next, the following fics will be discontinued as of today. * Indicates the fics that will be continued to be posted on other platforms as they were posted there first and there have been no real interest here at all.
Untold Future*
These Violent Delights
The following Fic has been moved to @xxwrittenafterdarkxx for darker themes that are no longer considered ‘for everyone’.
What the Future Holds
The following Fics will be finished on a posting schedule that is TBD starting in August.
Monster
A Life With You
Sweet Family of Mine
Bound to Break
Chemical Reaction
Once Upon a December
The following fics currently have over 500 words and will be posted sometime in the future at my own decision and discretion.
Enchanted (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader)
I Had You (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Marked for Death (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)
Eyes On Me (Druig x Reader)
Forgiveness (Tony Stark x Reader)
Lethal Bite (Salvatore Sister)
Ghost of You (Enzo St. John x Reader)
With that being said, there will be no new fics or posts until August (Maybe. We’ll see). I will be randomly reblogging things until my fandom heart is content. However nothing new from me will be posted until August.
But Dom, I was really looking forward to _Insert fic title here_. Will you be posting it?
That depends. If I’ve given a preview it will at some point get posted since it was over 500 words that were written in order for you to get a preview of it. If it was simply a hey, here’s what I am planning to post in the near future, but nothing has been written yet, then no. It wont be posted and will more than likely be purged with the rest of the requests on my very long 10+ page to do list.
But wait! Why are you stopping these fics but continuing others?
Motivation and creative decisions. These Violent Delights was an idea that I absolutely loved and wanted to write out. But I have no desire to finish it. I have lost all thought on where I wanted that fic to go or how it would get to the ending. While I had an outline and an ending scene, it was the middle that I no longer have a desire to write. When it comes to the others, I still have that desire. I still have that desire to get to point B,C,D, E all the way to Y before we get to the destination of the ending at Z for the others. And the point of this is that I wont force myself to write something that I have no interest in.
But what will you be posting if its not those requests that you’re purging?
Drabbles, oneshots and head canons that I want to write. Prompt inspirations that I saw and decided that I’d write in that instant because I wanted to.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and if you didn’t that’s on you when I laugh at the random ask saying wait this or that is missing? Or wait you’re not doing this?
So hopefully you’ve read this and this wasn’t for nothing. Have a good rest of your day/Night. And thank you for being here ♥
It´s alright to doubt yourself, natural and good even. Someone who is always 100% convinced of themselves and what they believe in… well let´s be honest, either they are faking it or they are so absorbed in themselves, which isn´t good either.
There is no right or wrong way to be a witch, a tarot reader, or whatever you aspire to be. Honestly, everyone who says that certain things have strict rules that you absolutely have to follow don´t really do themselves nor others anything good.
It´s always good and important to get information out of many different sources. There is no set path in stone for you to go, unless, of course, you exactly want to follow the example of this person or this certain type of witchcraft. Otherwise, though it´s completely alright to go your own path which might be a mixture out of many different practices you´ve encountered so far.
You don´t have to excel in everything. For example, if you call yourself a witch, you don´t need to be perfect in everything which being a witch can entail but doesn´t have to. Maybe you are great at sensing energies but cannot perform a spell at all - No worries, you are still a witch. The same goes for anything else. Maybe you refer to yourself as a clairvoyant and are good at laying tarot but cannot use a pendulum - Still you are a clairvoyant. No one you will ever meet will be able to do anything, so don´t worry about it.
Do you ever worry if witchcraft or what else you believe in might not be real after all and just pure coincidence? In the end, it shouldn´t be important if it´s real or true in whatever way, as long as it makes you happy nothing of that matters. As long as whatever you do and believe in doesn´t hurt others you should never stop doing it.
Hey, fellow ICHIHIME and Bleach fans! I’ve started writing a novel based on our beloved characters from the manga. I’ve deliberated posting this for quite a long time, and I decided to just go with it.
I would just like to share them with you, and hopefully you’ll give my story a chance. Thank you so much for your time!
If anyone knows me they know I love coffee shop AU so much. I’ve even written coffee shop kalluzeb myself. But this fic was just….. *sigh* so good, and it’s recently finished! Such a fic with a great ending. Check it out!
As a lover of fanfiction and a writer myself (sometimes), I’m attempting to do some good by recommending fics that I’ve deemed well-written. I hear they’re hard to come by in this fandom (a.k.a stop wading through the pages of FFN and look for people’s recs. That’s what I’ve started doing).
There’s no pairing bias, character bias, sexuality bias, etc for this recommendation list. There’s a bit of everything that I’ve read that’s just… wonderful.
I was inspired to write this because one I love Hawks and I just needed to write something. I didn’t want my first story to be angst but I couldn’t help it.
If I’d known then what I know now, I never would’ve fallen for you. I would’ve never fallen for your charming and humorous personality. The way you healed every single bad moment with an overused pick up line or a bad joke. You always found a way to light up my world, but now my worlds gone dark. I’ve realized that not only did you bring the light, you were the light. But now that lights disappeared along with you. Now I’m stuck here, remembering what used to be. Imagining my world with the light you provided, but my imagination would never be able to recreate reality. What used to be. My world will never be brought back to its former glory. Instead of bright vivid colors it’s surrounded by dull ones. A million colors turned to two. A billion people turned to none. Feelings turned to ash. Who needs them anyway when all you feel is sorrow. An endless cycle repeating and repeating and repeating until the moment you give up. I’m trying to be brave. I’m trying to smile when there’s nothing to smile about. I’m trying to forget when all I can do is remember. Remember that you won’t be able to smile anymore. That you didn’t get to say goodbye. That I didn’t get to say goodbye. How one moment your here and another you aren’t. Everything we took for granted. The amount of time we wasted bickering and arguing when we should’ve spent it to cherish each other. Then I remember the things we used to do. Waking up in the morning right by each other’s sides. The love notes you’d leave me every single day. The silly little things you’d do to make me smile because you said I looked the best when happy. Our little dates on the rooftop of your apartment building. Our late night conversations that would last all the way to the early mornings. The way you looked at me, like I was the only person worth your attention. I miss you so much. Your good habits your bad habits I miss them all. I curse the fact that you were taken away from the world, from me. How our time together was cut short. We hadn’t even started our life together yet. When you left you took my heart with you, leaving me with a cold and empty hole yet to be filled. Although it didn’t stay like that forever. It was filled with sorrow and guilt. Maybe if I had tried harder you would still be here. Maybe if I had convinced you to stay you would still be here. Maybe if I went with you you would still be here, greeting me with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. If spending even a fraction of my life with you caused me this much hurt, I would do it. If I’d known then what I know now, I would’ve still fallen for you, my winged hero.
Sorry the spacing is a bit weird, I’m doing this on my phone and I copied and pasted it from google docs. This is kinda short and probably has a lot of mistakes but I hope you like this! If you did, please like it and ya knowwww… request something cuz I am bored and not creative.
