i don't care what brennan or any of the intrepid heroes say, FHJY is a horror season, they've deceived us
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Just say you're obsessed with me already ♡♡♡ look at all this attention, I know I'm pretty but my goodness! @fademotion I'm sorry but I'm taken, you have to find someone else to harass and degrade 😘
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There's loneliness in freedom.
Living alone has me going insane. Though I basked with the freedom it gives me, I can't help but wish someone was with me. In the big city where people come and go, a fast-paced life where day and night completely blends into one, where the sun bleeds orange and red and the sky birthed a vast twinkle of a dark hues, I wonder where it might lead me. People's footsteps echo in the pavements, loud and intentional. Yet why do I feel stuck in the corner of my room, gazing through the window, watching people go out and about. The buzzes of the chatters, the grind of the cars, people crossing paths in a split seconds, I wonder where am I in that. Who am I even? I want to walk with purpose, I want to walk with grace, yet I can't seem to find the path I should start, I should follow. I fiercely stated that I am independent, I can stand on my own, and yet here I am, wishing for a company - a little bit of company so I won't lose my mind. Ain't it pitiful, having no one around? No family, friends, no one to say 'hi' to, even 'goodnights' and 'goodbye'. I'm just existing in the place of intersectional road, people bound to meet for a fleeting time but never to be keep. I knew I was lonely, but I never realized I was this lonely, where silence echo in the vast crowds. I was there like an invisible cloud. People go through me, not even bumping into me because I was not there. A wandering spirit, perhaps? A wandering soul. If I die, no one would even know. My body would be rotting in the dark corner with nothing but a skeleton of once a young girl. Will my soul bleed? Will I bleed with regret? I wonder if blood would cascade down my cheeks in a pretty manner.
God, don't make me wither like a flower dies with no water, sun, and life to blossom to.
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it’s an odd thing… loneliness
It’s an odd thing… Loneliness. Isn’t it?
It’s more lonely to be in a crowded room than it is to be alone. To have an array of connected souls laid across, distant from yours. Almost as if there’s some sort of barrier that stretches between you and others, isolating you.
Each of them indulges in their own conversations creating a hubbub around you, and almost like a rash on your arm it becomes a nuisance; how loud it gets. Overbearing distortions of voices layered on top of another screaming at you as if to rub it in your face.
It feels like the world has an inside joke that you’re on the outside of. Making you a spectator.
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HIII so this is the first thing from the anthology, 'the flower diaries' which I wrote in the last few months of 2023! I will be releasing them in a random order though not really synchronous to the draft I have.. but anyway I hope you guys liked this one!
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Mrs Cuddles feeds on your delicious screams 😱
She was delightfully unhinged
10/10 psycho puppet
Rise august art challenge day 28
Mrs cuddles
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