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starshades-grace · 1 year
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go ahead and be.
be loud and messy. be brave and emotional. be whoever you have always wanted to be but have not been because you would be anything but "too much". love with all you have and all you can ever give. scream with love about everything you have and grieve for all that you lost. hurt in the most rawest way possible; scream, sob, anything but silence. explode and paint the world in your red as if it was your empty canvas to begin with. stop feeling heavy for fluttering across and through your dreams. breathe without feeling you owe the air for your life. exist without apologizing.
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secretlyofthefeywild · 6 months
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we were two little kids giggling as our mother told us to go back to bed
we’d stayed up far too late, muffling our laughter with pillows and blankets
a voice from five feet below, separated by only a mattress and some metal
whispers secrets and stories, fears and tales only a child could conjure up
the years go by and children grow up, no one has the time to giggle at night
our parents argue and fight, it’s nothing new but that anger bleeds onto us
we bicker and scream, our fights fuelled by forces outside our control
we pulled apart as the years went by, but still no one understands me quite the way you do
we found our way back to each other, bonded by a lifetime of memories and secrets
we were older now, we knew we weren’t the enemy but rather on the same side
but this house has been filled with poison, and i was too busy fighting for my life 
to realize that you had allowed the fumes to make a home inside your lungs
mom and dad still act like it was a shock, but looking back all the signs were there
they ask about the side of your life they never knew, begging for insight they think i have
they can play their cards right when there’s an audience, i’ll give them that
but you took my secrets to the grave, so that’s where i’ll take yours
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downy-roses · 5 months
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Poem I wrote months ago as a joke about a friend’s dnd character who was a Witcher… like from the media franchise. Based on a joke doodle with a large posterior.
Toil Over a Witcher
As stern as a raven,
as strong as stone.
A wolf of obsidian hair,
a drinker of bone.
I speak of a witcher with a sword of steel not brass,
but even more so,
I speak of his ass.
Toiling in battle,
he claims coins of gold.
His beauty is ageless,
I dare not bid him old.
I sing of a warrior beyond stained glass,
but even more so,
I sing of his ass.
Brawn of a bear,
and skin of a lamb.
Bearing more heft,
then may fit in my hands.
I toil over a man and not some lass,
but even more so,
I toil over his ass.
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lifeonkylesfarm · 8 months
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nobody sees you at your worst like 2am
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i wonder if your eyes ever talk to mine
the way mine scream to yours: do you even see me?
"don't leave your belongings unattended":
i'll steal all your glances
each one a stabbing pain for a feeble heart
you blue-eyed criminal, enchanter, hipnotizer
easy to hate and easier still to love
@girlwithwanderingthoughts
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew."
Shakespeare
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pixiesthetics-blog · 2 years
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"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
~Vincent Van Gogh
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Flower boy leaves at quarter past seven.
He squats and places the iris by the door without a thud.
A single tear runs down his face
He looks back as he walks away, trailing footsteps in the mud.
-flower boy comes at seven, original.
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pissmamiii · 2 years
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-ranting and venting so just keep scrolling-
i stopped smoking weed for the first time since i was 13 and i’ve had nothing but the worst nightmares and waking up hysterical. trying to stick it out and remind myself it won’t be like this forever and i need to do it for my mental health but these nightmares are hurting my mental health so much that i’m conflicted as fuck and i just wanna curl up into a ball and go back to being numb 24/7. life is confusing, mental health is confusing, and trying to take care of yourself is confusing. feeling like i’m doing nothing to help myself when i’m absolutely trying everything to help myself for the first time ever and i’m just failing.
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forkael · 2 years
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- @forkael
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vigilant-shadow · 2 years
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//Ik I have many threads already, but! Like this for a starter based on a song that comes up on shuffle play from this playlist. (It's on spotify, if you can't open it lmk and I can send you a written out list)
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starshades-grace · 2 years
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"yeah, eldest daughters tend to do that."
"do what?" she asks.
i look at her and i see a body filled with exhaustion caused by bearing the weight of problems that should never have been laid on her. i look at her and see the person who matured too fast, the person who doesn't know how to handle their parents' kindness or unjust expectations, the person whose stern expression swore to protect her siblings. i look at her and see myself.
"care too much."
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secretlyofthefeywild · 6 months
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Hi! I'm curious about 'do it for the bit' and 's is for snallygaster'! Pls and thank you :)
of course !!
do it for the bit, is abt two friends that are rly close and everybody thinks they're in a relationship, so they decide to throw a fake wedding. ya know, for the bit. but mc starts to realize that they are living out a fake wedding trope and doesn't want real life to end up as a fanfiction. so they try to do everything in their power to make sure neither of them actually falls in (romantic) love w the other.
s is for snallygaster, is abt a snallygaster that works for a company that works to improve public education and relationships between humans and cryptids. they get sent to arizona for a job, but have to go with the new guy, a dwayyo, the only natural enemy of the snallygaster. the mc has to remember why they got into their line of work in the first place, and try to set the past behind them, or risk everything they've worked so hard for their entire life.
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thecosmicminds-blog · 3 months
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I've never been able to want something and be confident about it for majority of my life. I was mostly never given a choice about wanting something, and when given choices, the one I wanted was usually not included.
Now I'm left to choose what I want and I realise I don't know what that is. I want many things, some I can't differentiate as a want or a passing desire. So you can't blame me if my decision-making is poor.
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stray-lily · 5 months
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Love will always come swiftly in the night, when no one suspects a thing.
Ignorance and naïveté leads us to believe
None could break through the walls our hearts create.
How wrong we all are; how swiftly does it all fall apart.
The sand in the hourglass seeps quickly,
Hearts race and prance, thoughts jumble and slur—
Why, I plead, why?
It is love, the head answers, 
The cruelest and most beautiful thing of all.
The very thing that can make us stronger than ten,
And can break us with the words of one.
original (2020.04.23 @stray-lily)
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lazylittledragon · 27 days
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'i'll just do a couple of doodles of mombin™/platonic stobin parents' nevermind, borderline graphic novel
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Everything dims a little when you're not around. I found a plausible explanation to that: you always wear black, which is said to contain all the other colours in it. You're the darkest rainbow I know and the only one I don't want to see in the sky for another eighty years. You wear sunglasses to protect us from your light, for it is more than we could handle. You looked at me once and your image got imprinted on my lenses. That's a good thing, I guess, for it means you'll stay with me for the time being - a generous present and a curse at the same time. For, like a rainbow, you are all too far away and I'm hardly enough to provide the right weather conditions. Those precious seconds of your presence scattered through the years is all one could wish for. Not more, not more...not anymore.
@girlwithwanderingthoughts
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