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borderlinebelle · 3 months
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friends 👁️ don’t like none of my bozo posts guys. and god forbid- dont ever meet me in person. I’ll attach to you so GOSHDANG fast. 🙂 call me barnacle bill Bud, because im gonna be up in ur $HloP. 🙂 i’ll think about you until 1 of us is deddedded 🙂 check ya socials like our cribs were next door during diapers. lemme spam your notifications friend 🙂 slap ♥️ on 4444 of your posts in row, at the very least. 🙂 I’ll crawl so far, furrow furiously through your spine stream between a feed so guaranteed to let me see you … freed. i’ll root and cheer and scream for your health/wealth/success and I’ll do it all … silently🙃 … apart👁️… never letting you too close 👍🏽🙂 pls stay away and pls come closer.
this mental illness is parental’s egotistic endowment, a bigheaded birthright
fear of abandonment boulevard 🚯& fear of intimacy street 🚷 meet at the crossroad of borderline personality disorder
mental health matters every human heart beat in an effort to connect one to another to heal.
1/30/2024 borderlinebelle
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maccreadysbaby · 6 months
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me, staring at a blank google doc: why doth you hold so much power over me
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wrenwrights · 2 months
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Getting into the editing portion, wish me luck 🙏
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Baby Steps
Sirius let out a ridiculous howl, long and wailing. Remus rolled his eyes as Harry followed suit immediately, laughing wildly and clapping his hand with abandon. The scene was ridiculous, in the twilight of the small house, the tall rolling open hills highlighted with amber rays of sunlight.
It was strange, but Remus found himself wishing to stay in this moment forever. Another sharp howl and Sirius suddenly became Padfoot, nipping and running circles around the tottering Harry, who laughed his bright gurgling laugh.
Padfoot deftly returned to Sirius as he sidled up towards the man. He had a huge grin on his face as Remus lowered the picnic basket in the high grass. "Check this out, Rem!" He turned to Harry and shouted. "Harry! Who's that?"
Harry blinked at the two of them for a moment before a wide smile fought it's way on his heavy cheeks. "Moo Moo!" he gurgled, clapping along.
It shouldn't have felt special. Harry had called Sirius 'mama' the other day. And he had gotten the hang of 'uh-huh' and 'nu-uh' pretty well. He was even saying 'buh-bye' to strangers. But this, god it felt like someone just handed him the sun on a platter.
"What did he say?" Remus breathed, not trusting his ears.
"Moo moo!" Harry shouted again, hands reaching out towards Remus, grasping. He took a few tentative steps towards him, listing dangerously with each uncertain footfall.
A desperate laugh escaped him as he stooped down and enveloped Harry in what he knew to be too tight of a hug. Harry didn't mind, and he didn't mind when Remus pressed their foreheads together either.
"You are the brightest wizard of our age, Mr. Harry Potter!" he murmured to him, privately. He turned to Sirius, who had a soft look on his face as he watched the two of them. "He said my name Sirius!"
Sirius laughed, eyes twinkling with mirth. "I heard!" he said softly. "He's a real Einstein, this one."
Remus nuzzled into Harry's neck, eliciting the carefree giggles he had come to adore. "Nah, he'll be better. Despite the two dolts he has for parents." Remus sent Sirius a lopsided grin, one that he thought stopped Sirius's heart. He did look suitably breath taken at the scene.
"I take offense to that." He muttered, still smiling.
@wolfstarmicrofic
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l-michalska-writer · 11 months
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bookplots for the book i'm writing / pt.1
I don’t feel like I’m yours anymore.
"Is that your girl?" "Yeah, it was my girl."
Is it too late to apologize?
There’s no way we’ll end up together.
Keep me guessing if this is life or hell.
I don’t know how to hold you in my heart. I never did.
Enemies don’t look at each other like that.
Our love doesn’t make sense. We hate each other.
You don’t know who I am anymore. I see it in your eyes.
I see it in your eyes, you don’t believe a word I say…
Suddenly it’s hard to breathe…
If you only knew the truth…
Suddenly it’s hard to hate her.
You don’t even realize how much you mean to me.
I know I mean nothing to you.
Remember when we fell in love?
Will it be worth all this pain?
If you could only read my mind...
No one could ever get me like you did. I miss that.
My soul still misses you.
You took something from me.
I only wanted someone to treat me right.
You’d break my heart and I’d say thank you.
I’m done asking if you’re gonna love me or not.
Loving you took something from me.
You’re no longer what I need.
Love can consume you, turn you into someone else.
This love got me so high and now I’m lower than I’ve ever been.
You don’t need to mean it, I’ll believe it when you lie.
You won’t get another chance.
Your words cut like a knife.
You left me broken.
Everything and everyone can be broken. You just have to know where to apply the pressure.
She told me I’m not enough. Not for you.
I grew up overnight.
I’m gonna pretend it doesn’t  hurt anymore. That’s what I do best.
Yeah, just shut me out. That’s what you’re best at!
The day he left, he didn’t say goodbye.
I would’ve loved you, you know?
Why do we keep coming back for more pain?
I know you said that we’re not talking, but I just wanted to apologize.
I’m sick of reminding you to love me like you said you would.
I needed more than you.
Only you can fill this empty space.
I don’t think anyone else would understand.
He needed more than me.
Afraid I’ll lose myself again in loving you.
When did you lose yourself?
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demigoddessqueens · 4 months
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HOLIDAY 🎄 HEADCANONS
Found on Masterlist 9 here
A/n - my first piece of writing for SDV
Elliot
Spending the holidays with your romance induced lover is never a boring affair around the holidays. Baking all the treats, watching all the movies, buying all the gifts, and sight-seeing all the lights just because it adds more glow to your already radiant face. Or so he likes to proudly claim.
Harvey
The holidays used to be a lonely affair for the doctor, but having you in his life has changed that for the better. He devotes all his attention to you during the holidays, and never wants to skimp out on you. Cuddles are a must during the cold times because he wants to always feel you close
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a-k-oblackhat · 28 days
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"An eye for an eye, may we all go blind"
Atp my characters are writing my own dialogue fr.
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redhalcyons · 3 months
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» curiosity, and other things perilous to cats
relationships: Kisaki Tetta & Hanagaki Takemichi, Kisaki Tetta & Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta & Tachibana Hinata, Hanagaki Takemichi & Hanma Shuji, Hanagaki Takemichi & Tachibana Hinata
word count: ~5,400
rating: Teen and Up, Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply
tags: Tenjiku Arc (Tokyo Revengers), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, Kisaki Lives, In Which Kisaki Tetta Turns Into A Cat, In Which Takemichi Is Losing It, Fluff and Angst
summary:
He sees a cat. A cat with the same shade of fur as Kisaki’s hair, blood marring half of its face and limbs twisted unnaturally. The conclusion Takemichi jumps to makes him certain that all this time leaping has finally driven him insane. There is no way Kisaki turned into a cat. Absolutely not. “Kisaki?” he asks anyway, feeling like an idiot. The cat blinks an eye open, the one not crusted over in blood. Steely blue-grey comes into view clouded over in what must be pain. It meows weakly, gaze latching onto Takemichi in what he can only call recognition.
( read chapter 1 here )
notes: This fic is INCOMPLETE, and it will not be completed. This time I'll try not to take 3 months to post the rest of it 😁
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official-wts · 1 month
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Day 227: +1,354
Context: I don’t remember.
Total:
237,908/
1,000,000
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pariahmuse · 4 months
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I should disappear into the black and let the moon light your way instead-
so you’ll understand just how lost you really are,
when the stars of my eyes aren’t there to help you drift off to sleep.
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jasminewalkerauthor · 5 months
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Omg I have just been reminded that my 82 year old grandmother has a copy of and has most likely read my academic rivals to lovers book and that is horrifying
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rumoredr3birth · 7 months
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Wrote something I’m hoping will hit hard, if I post it & get 0 notes again I’m going to give up & live under a rock like one of those fun surprise worms you find on accident.
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writersloveroe · 11 months
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summer dialogue prompts
because school is ending and summer is beginning!!
♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎
•“can you rub sunscreen on my back?”
•”jump in the pool with me!”
•”did you really just chase after the ice cream truck?”
•”let’s go on a roadtrip to (insert random place)!”
•”these mosquitoes are killing me,”
•”don’t you dare spray me with that water gun!”
•”the smell of freshly grilled food is my favorite,”
•”the feeling of cool late summer nights is always unbeatable,”
•”i’m going to have a heatstroke if we don’t go inside soon,”
•”i missed the feeling of wearing shorts and t-shirts,”
•”trust me, i won’t be missing that school anytime soon,”
•”damn that’s a nasty sunburn,”
•”i feel like that ice cream truck just ripped me off,”
•”want to host a pool party?”
•”i’ll meet you over there,”
•”we definitely have to go to this party,”
•”i’m eating all the junk food i can this summer,”
•”want to go the the gas station and buy some snacks?”
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Sticky
Sirius was sure all house elves were secretly evil. Even the well-meaning ones like Pinky- she always gave them an extra pasty whenever they went to the kitchens- but she must be conniving. They must be evil because they had no qualms tormenting him every single morning.
No one below eighty put honey on their toast- so really there was no point in putting it out was there? Its only purpose was to make things unbearably messy and to leave stupid dribbles around the lips and down the necks of good-looking boys that he was not supposed to think about the way he did. No, only octogenarians and Remus fucking Lupin put honey on their toast.
“Erm-” Sirius said eloquently, watching as a bead of sticky golden honey clung to Remus’s bottom lip like a raindrop on a sill. Remus, who up until this point had been reading the prophet with a characteristic single-mindedness, looked up. And oh- Sirius wished he didn’t do that. Because Remus’s eyes were wide and his gaze was closer to gold this close to the moon and Sirius could barely look at him- it was like looking at the sun. 
“Erm,” he tried again. “You have some-” he pointed to his own lip in desperate hope of conveying some semblance of communication to his friend since all other faculties seemed to have deserted him. Remus’s brow furrowed a moment and then he nodded. Before Sirius could stop the offense Remus had the gall to lick the honey off of his lips. It was as if time simply stopped or Sirius had accidentally cast a spell for slow-motion or Sirius merely died and went to hell and this was his punishment- watching Remus Lupin salaciously lick honey from his lips ad infinitum for eternity, amen.
“Pads?” Remus’s voice broke through the panic roiling in Sirius’s brain and he blinked, sound and sensation roaring back to his worldview- to a world where he was Sirius Black, best friends with Remus Lupin and nothing else. “Did I get it?”
“Hm.” Sirius said intelligently, looking down and away, away away as Remus took another bite of his ridiculous toast. 
@wolfstarmicrofic
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scoobhead · 4 months
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am i a good writer yet
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naufalhafizh · 5 months
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Janisari
#draft
dari sekian rim tumpukan kertas disudut lemari itu, ada satu yang tak lekang dalam memori. sesuatu itu, telah jauh terabaikan dan berdebu; diam membisu diujung kelabu, terpinggirkan selayaknya batu.
ironisnya, ialah penyangga atas segala kilas balik masa putih biru. sesuatu yang hingga kini masih saja terlihat seperti baru, dimana kemudian terbesit dalam naluri, akan semua hal rasanya baru saja terjadi.
kugapai buku berlabelkan yearbook itu. tertanda sebuah tanda baca yang sampai saat ini, menjadi inspirasiku dalam menghasilkan suatu karya. kotak yang membungkus itu nyatanya kembali menghidupkan gejolak batin terbesar di akhir masa smp ku. sebuah konflik dimana lantas pribadiku hancur karenanya.
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semua berhulu dan berhilir pada satu bentuk ambisi remaja berusia 14 tahun, yang bertekad untuk menciptakan akhir cerita diri dan teman-temannya menjadi yang terbaik dan spektakuler. sebelum dunia mengenal era perang melawan mahkota, ia sedang berada diatas angin. selangkah lagi, bila semua baik-baik saja, ia akan berada di puncak karirnya. hegemoninya sebagai seorang pemimpin suatu tim kreatif tidak lagi diragukan, dan bila semesta melenggangkannya, ia mungkin telah disanjung bak pahlawan saat ini.
semua agenda yang telah direncanakannya, termasuk apa yang saat ini kupegang, seketika hancur karena agresi mahkota. keseluruhan rencana terhenti karena bencana. tiap-tiap individu dilanda bingung akan berlangsungnya segala yang ditargetkan, termasuk ia sendiri.
enam bulan berselang, edaran untuk kembali "pulang" dibagikan. dengan syarat, wali siswa tiap anak mengizinkan. perlahan, asrama penuh kenangan itu kembali terisi akan riuh riang remaja kelas 9. semua bersorai, mengumandangkan program-program baru yang telah dibenahi dan disesuaikan dengan kondisi. mereka merencanakannya kembali, menjalankannya, dan menikmati prosesnya.
semua nyatanya begitu antusias, menjalankan megaproyek terakhir angkatan kami.
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kecuali,
aku. remaja yang diawal tadi kuceritakan.
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aku melupakan bagian terpenting dalam ceritanya, dimana aku nyatanya tidak disana bersama mereka. aku terlelap dalam tangis, merelakan seluruh karirku yang berakhir tragis. tak ada lagi diriku yang memimpin gagasan untuk angkatan. sekelebat ingatan akan kebersamaan, seketika lumat menjadi memori paling menyakitkan dalam relung pikiran.
semua berlalu dengan sangat cepat tanpaku, hingga hari dimana benda ini datang kerumah. hari itu, jiwaku runtuh seruntuhnya. mahakarya yang semestinya tergores darah keringat tanganku, nyatanya nihil. kini, anganku tentang yearbook hanya menjadi antitesis terhadap hasil yang telah digariskan.
satu hal yang tak mereka tahu, bahwa aku tidak pernah membukanya. buku yang semestinya menciptakan tangis haru terbalut rindu, bagiku hanya akan menghadirkan luka. kenangan yang bagi mereka begitu magis, takkan mudah kumengerti; ya karena aku tidak disana kan? buat apa susah susah membalik tiap halamannya hanya untuk melihat mereka tersenyum riang diatas penderitaanku tuk bersabar menanggapi semesta.
hingga buku ini kupegang, nyatanya aku masih begitu takut. masa-masa melupakan yang berkisar 2,5 tahun ini: masa dimana semua begitu sentosa, bertemu dengan hamparan insan baru, membenahi diri untuk kembali lahir sebagai persona baru; akan berakhir ketika persis buku ini kubuka.
namun, tekadku untuk mengakhiri ini tak dapat kubendung lagi. semua mesti kuakhiri, dengan atau tanpa rasa takut dan benci.
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~ aku harap kau datang menemani disini
kan kubuatkan secangkir kopi
menunggu pagi datang,
bicara kehidupan
bicara tentang semuanya
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~ aku rindu, saat-saat kita lewati panjangnya malam.
- Iksan Skuter
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kawan, entah dimana pun kau berada kini. terima kasih, karena telah mengukir senyum jiwaku, jiwa yang kembali hidup tuk tersenyum yang terakhir kalinya. kini, ia telah merelakan segalanya. kau tak bersalah, duhai teman. akulah yang terlampau bingung menyalahi siapa, hingga tali pertemanan yang semestinya tetap kujalin, menjadi korban. rinduku yang meluap telah membinasakan seluruh dendam, membuatku tenggelam dalam harmoni hangat kita yang memburam.
lembaran terakhir berisikan logo dan maskot dari angkatan kita, yang entah telah melalui proses sedemikian apa, perlahan kututup. kini, semua kunyatakan usai. jiwa kurus nan legam itu telah berdamai atas kekecewaannya. dan kuharap, perlahan semua kian membaik pula.
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mas, lu bisa photoshop kan?
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untuk jiwa bernama nopis itu, kini akan kulakukan sebisa ku. dengan atau tanpa kecemerlangan, sekiranya mampu melunasi angannya yang tak berdaya ia terbangkan.
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