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a1shteru · 5 months
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when will i have this aesthetic 💔
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a1shteru · 8 months
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perhaps in another universe, we wouldn’t be separated by just a rectangular, electronic screen. we’d be able to speak to each other, your words sliding into my heart. i won’t have to imagine like i am speaking to you through a stupid AI app, letting my feelings grow for fictional characters. however, i wonder…
would you even look my way?
would you even notice me?
would you like my personality, the way my eyes stare into yours adoringly, the way i put you on a pedestal like how you deserve to be?
or rather….
would you even want to be with me, my love?
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a1shteru · 2 years
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jigsaw puzzle
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The thought of not being able to be loved; it always shoves the huge need of self-loathing into my tiny, little heart.
The cute scenes in movies, mangas, books - a portrayal of real love by the media. The scenes where two lovers are falling asleep in each other’s arms. The scenes where soft cuddles are accompanied by little pecks and kisses. The absurd terms of endearment, the exchange of gifts with sentimental values. The existence of a love epiphany between a pair of soulmates; the glistening look of devotion in their eyes.
I am an absolute idiot to be expecting the most out of this pathetic world. My heart filled with a fire blaze of jealousy, as my eyes consumes the sweet of these scenes.
Lonely soul, lonely soul, lonely soul.
If it was all true, then where is the person attached to my red string? The person who will water my heart, for drought is forming. The person who will colour my world, for it has always been boring and dull. Well, maybe my red string doesn’t exist from the start.
No matter how much I am showered with compliments, it doesn’t sugarcoat this bitter reality. Will a movie’s love help to glue up my broken pieces? Perhaps my heart has been longing for the inexistent.
Perhaps love is my missing jigsaw puzzle.
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a1shteru · 2 years
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still there
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Three knocks on her front door and still no answer from my beloved significant other.
“Why is she taking so long?” My mind wandered into the clouds.
I held a bouquet of lavender flowers in my right hand, her usual favourite. I turned the doorknob and invited myself into her house; clean and no dust in every nook and cranny, as always. The strong smell of vanilla scented candles slithered into my nostrils.
My heart started pumping out of my chest. Adrenaline flowing through my blood. I felt a slight chill running down my spine. My eyes slowly followed trails of crimson red on the wooden floor - from the table in the dining room and stopping right in front of her room.
Oh god, please. I started chanting all kinds of prayer in my head like a mantra as my two feet took a few steps with hesitation.
Her room door was left slightly opened with a small gap separating in between us. My eyes started watering by itself. Fear was engulfing me as I began to lose control over my own body, letting my curiosity wonder. A sudden courage possessed me as my head peered through the gap.
I felt like a heavy weight got lifted from my shoulders, making me feel at ease. I let out a sigh of relief. A delightful grin crawled onto my face, stretching from ear to ear.
Thank god, her body is still there.
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a1shteru · 2 years
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TW: implication of su!c!de, drowning ‼️
filled with water
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I saw you,
Your teary eyes were begging me.
Looking down upon the abyss,
The scary, hole-dwelling ocean.
I know this would be the end,
And that I’ll be gone for good.
I waited for the right moment,
To be one and connected with the ocean.
It finally consumed me inside out,
As my lungs were filled with water.
Your pleadings and wailings fading away,
There goes my last breath.
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a1shteru · 2 years
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sucker for her.
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He wasn’t sure how to tell her.
The way she made his heart skips a beat every single time she glanced at his face. The way the butterflies in his stomach dances and flutters whenever she sits beside him. The way her little smile would give a slight red tint on his cheeks. The little things that she does; he’s just a sucker for her. She has such a big effect on him but as the cliché story goes, she’s oblivious to it.
“The loner boy meets the happy-go-lucky girl”, they say.
He knew he won’t be able to find the words.
He’d prefer things to stay that way.
After all, he doesn’t want to ruin it all with just a confession.
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author’s note: i tried to write from a 3rd person’s pov here. so the story is between a guy who’s only friend is the popular, nice girl. he thinks that he’s gonna ruin his only friendship if he confesses. that’s all i have so far, quite a short one actually. hope y’all enjoyed it!
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a1shteru · 2 years
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TW: GORE WRITING ‼️‼️‼️‼️
one minute ago.
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Just one minute ago,
oxygen was flowing through my blood and to my brain. Just one minute ago, warmth was still hugging my body. Just one minute ago, my organs were still in tact and glued to its places.
Now, my body laid on a cold, hard table. He carefully cut open my thin layer of skin with his sharp scalpel. He watched closely as dark, rippling red pooled beneath me. Ecstasy filled his eyes as the dissection of my body began.
My ribs were opened up, I could sense his ravenous hunger exclusively today. He could easily break my ribcages into pieces, I blame myself for not taking enough calcium. He stares at my insides for a while, thinking if he should dive into the main course straight away. He dug his rough, calloused fingers into my insides as he reached for his favourite part of my body - it was the only thing he craved from me. I shouldn’t have disobeyed him.
My heart;
It was just beating before his one minute ago.
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a1shteru · 2 years
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“They turned her into a monster. They slice her up, but her soul lingers.”
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tried to go for like a suspenseful vibe but i’m quite happy with this
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a1shteru · 2 years
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“I was reluctant to say anything. if he wants me- I shook my head, I don’t care”
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an attempt on blackout poetry. i enjoy doing this honestly, might be my next coping mechanism </3
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