i don't know why, but in the sparse five hours of sleep i got last night, my brain decided to plague me with dreams of lilia taking care of an elderly silver, up until the final moments of his life. i could hear silver's thoughts the whole time, and he was so absolutely inundated with shame and guilt it almost seemed like he was suffocating. he kept thinking over and over and over again that this all should've been the other way around. he should've been the one looking after his father in the twilight of his life. he should've been his aging father's rock, his safe place to land, his stalwart defender against a world so unbelievably cruel to its most vulnerable denizens. again and again his heart cried out in vain, it should've been the other way around.
as a child he had once wished - prayed, even, to the same force now threatening to reclaim his spirit back into its unconscious designs - for his father to live a long and prosperous life, and it was as though that very wish had backfired on him in a way he never could have possibly imagined
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I really dislike the new trend of videos with “I’m a 21 year old, these are the things I’m ashamed of about myself” and it’s just a recycle of living with parents, having no savings, having no job related to your degree or never being in a relationship. Poppet, you’re so young !!! Don’t be ashamed of that stuff !!!! I know you mean well and are trying to be relatable and individual but you’re not because you’re a baby and babies don’t need to have their whole life sorted out !!! Especially in this world and this age !!!! We all are small girls (gn) living in a mean mean world, let’s just have a cup of tea and some cake and not worry m’kay?
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anyways i've been to bdsm clubs, been to orgies, been part of the furry community for 10+ years, been a monsterfucker for the same amount of time
yeah you do the math here.
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hm. I just realized how weird it was that every year in school we had to have a moment of silence on 9/11 to remember the victims, and everyone took it really seriously. But when we had a designated time set for going outside and having a few minutes for the Parkland shooting victims our teacher told us “I don’t want to see any of you leaving my class for that. You don’t even understand what you’re protesting.”
Not that I would have known where to go for it anyway. They didnt really tell us where outside we would be gathering.
I wish i had stepped out that day anyways.
We have a god damn school shooting every fucking day in this country and I couldnt even take 17 minutes one fucking time to mourn with my classmates because the gun owners would’ve felt attacked.
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