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☆彡彡 ƒєєℓιηgѕ? ηαн ηαн, ρσєяту! ミミ☆
‘ѕσмєтιмєѕ ιтѕ ʝυѕт вєттєя тσ
∂ιѕαρρєαя
тнαη ∂яσωη ιη уσυя ραιη.’
— 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝
𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘻 𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 🫶
ΝᎪᎷᎬ Ꮺ ᎪᎡՏϴΝ <3
ᏢᎡϴΝϴႮΝՏ Ꮺ ᎻᎬ/ͲᎻᎬᎽ
ᏟႮᎡᎡᎬΝͲᏞᎽ ᎬᎠᏆͲᏆΝᏀ Ꮺ ˋ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 ˊ
ᏟႮᎡᎡᎬΝͲᏞᎽ ᏔϴᎡᏦᏆΝᏀ ϴΝ Ꮺ ᏔϴᎡᏞᎠ ᏴႮᏆᏞᎠᏆΝᏀ ᎪΝᎠ ᏟᎻᎪᎡᎪᏟͲᎬᎡ ᏴႮᏆᏞᎠᏆΝᏀ ҒϴᎡ ᎷᎽ ᏴϴϴᏦ!
𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 - @dreamboyinthedarkvoid
tags :3
#arson the rambler - rambling n stuff
#ghost of the writer - poetry <3
#book of the ages - book stuff lol
#song of songs - songwriting (if i ever do that ofc)
‘to my friends whom i have abandoned with no closure,
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to leave. I oh so cherished you and I hope you know that i still grasp onto the fragments of our time together.’
— april 12th
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.
𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?
𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗴𝗼. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 - 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.
TAGLIST: @arson-jpg
i might write a short horror story
what we think chat
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲)
i.
The Feeling Child
im scared to talk about my feelings because it all sounds stupid, or is it because im scared that if i open up, people are going to leave me?
that no matter what i do, they'll end up slipping through my fingers like fine sand and ill be left alone, again. maybe I'm really just an idiot after all, im always wary of opening up yet in the end i always get attached.
maybe mum was right, i grew up too fast.
i was exposed to things i was never supposed to see. maybe I could go back to that kid who enjoyed other people's company, the kid who didn't seem to care what others thought about her. when days were simple and i didn't have a care in the world. maybe i could be that child again.
ii.
What I Was and Am Supposed to Let Go
sometimes i feel like my emotions are a mess, because they are.
i constantly forget things that are important but the memories of things that have hurt or made me feel something warm are always stacked in a certain compartment in my little mind.
i tried to remember what it felt like back in those times.
the hurt and shock when Theo left, the laughter i shared with my friends, the pain of betrayal, the love we both shared.
but which one of those memories were really the cause of all this? the emptiness i feel inside even when i laugh, the random episodes of loneliness and hurt, it all didn't connect. it never did.
maybe it was the pain of forcing myself to try and move on when i knew i couldn't.
maybe it was because i forced myself to move on when i shouldn't have.
maybe i was to hold on to those very same memories that shaped the person that i am today.
iii.
Academic Achiever Disorder
even with all my first place medals, achievements, awards, i still felt like a walking second place medal in everything else. the weight of silver buckets hanging off my shoulders while i worked my way up the hill only to find a mountain.
i remember being a kid who was so determined to be at the top. and then i became a slouch, a stranger to my own personality. i remember being a hardworking third grader with sparkles in her eyes and greater grades than my own. i wonder what she'd tell me now, that ive become a shell of my own being. I wonder if she'd smile and tell me everything would be alright as long as i kept trying, or if she would look at me, then frown at how useless ive become.
or maybe she'd remind me that no matter how hard life may get, we have ourselves to count on, even if we don't believe it. we may have lost a lot of things along the way, some things we thought would be forever. she'd smile at me then start to fade as i tried to grasp on a stack of fog, only to wake up from a fever dream.
[this isn't exactly the final thingg?? so opinions are really welcome because i wrote this out of nowhere at like 9pm two weeks ago and the og one was WAAAYY longer and shittier so yeah tell me whatcha guys think!!]
hey so uhm. im dead. uhm AHHHHHHHHHHH ITS SO ITS SO KJERJORFJREFLKFR/POS
THANK YOU HEHEHE
WHAT DO YOU THINKK?? IS THE WRITING OKKAAYY??
YESSS ITS AMAZING
YAYAAY
I HAD A TOUGH TIME TRYING TO EDIT IT SO IT WOULD SOUND MORE GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT LMAO
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲)
i.
The Feeling Child
im scared to talk about my feelings because it all sounds stupid, or is it because im scared that if i open up, people are going to leave me?
that no matter what i do, they'll end up slipping through my fingers like fine sand and ill be left alone, again. maybe I'm really just an idiot after all, im always wary of opening up yet in the end i always get attached.
maybe mum was right, i grew up too fast.
i was exposed to things i was never supposed to see. maybe I could go back to that kid who enjoyed other people's company, the kid who didn't seem to care what others thought about her. when days were simple and i didn't have a care in the world. maybe i could be that child again.
ii.
What I Was and Am Supposed to Let Go
sometimes i feel like my emotions are a mess, because they are.
i constantly forget things that are important but the memories of things that have hurt or made me feel something warm are always stacked in a certain compartment in my little mind.
i tried to remember what it felt like back in those times.
the hurt and shock when Theo left, the laughter i shared with my friends, the pain of betrayal, the love we both shared.
but which one of those memories were really the cause of all this? the emptiness i feel inside even when i laugh, the random episodes of loneliness and hurt, it all didn't connect. it never did.
maybe it was the pain of forcing myself to try and move on when i knew i couldn't.
maybe it was because i forced myself to move on when i shouldn't have.
maybe i was to hold on to those very same memories that shaped the person that i am today.
iii.
Academic Achiever Disorder
even with all my first place medals, achievements, awards, i still felt like a walking second place medal in everything else. the weight of silver buckets hanging off my shoulders while i worked my way up the hill only to find a mountain.
i remember being a kid who was so determined to be at the top. and then i became a slouch, a stranger to my own personality. i remember being a hardworking third grader with sparkles in her eyes and greater grades than my own. i wonder what she'd tell me now, that ive become a shell of my own being. I wonder if she'd smile and tell me everything would be alright as long as i kept trying, or if she would look at me, then frown at how useless ive become.
or maybe she'd remind me that no matter how hard life may get, we have ourselves to count on, even if we don't believe it. we may have lost a lot of things along the way, some things we thought would be forever. she'd smile at me then start to fade as i tried to grasp on a stack of fog, only to wake up from a fever dream.
[this isn't exactly the final thingg?? so opinions are really welcome because i wrote this out of nowhere at like 9pm two weeks ago and the og one was WAAAYY longer and shittier so yeah tell me whatcha guys think!!]
hey so uhm. im dead. uhm AHHHHHHHHHHH ITS SO ITS SO KJERJORFJREFLKFR/POS
THANK YOU HEHEHE
WHAT DO YOU THINKK?? IS THE WRITING OKKAAYY??
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲)
i.
The Feeling Child
im scared to talk about my feelings because it all sounds stupid, or is it because im scared that if i open up, people are going to leave me?
that no matter what i do, they'll end up slipping through my fingers like fine sand and ill be left alone, again. maybe I'm really just an idiot after all, im always wary of opening up yet in the end i always get attached.
maybe mum was right, i grew up too fast.
i was exposed to things i was never supposed to see. maybe I could go back to that kid who enjoyed other people's company, the kid who didn't seem to care what others thought about her. when days were simple and i didn't have a care in the world. maybe i could be that child again.
ii.
What I Was and Am Supposed to Let Go
sometimes i feel like my emotions are a mess, because they are.
i constantly forget things that are important but the memories of things that have hurt or made me feel something warm are always stacked in a certain compartment in my little mind.
i tried to remember what it felt like back in those times.
the hurt and shock when Theo left, the laughter i shared with my friends, the pain of betrayal, the love we both shared.
but which one of those memories were really the cause of all this? the emptiness i feel inside even when i laugh, the random episodes of loneliness and hurt, it all didn't connect. it never did.
maybe it was the pain of forcing myself to try and move on when i knew i couldn't.
maybe it was because i forced myself to move on when i shouldn't have.
maybe i was to hold on to those very same memories that shaped the person that i am today.
iii.
Academic Achiever Disorder
even with all my first place medals, achievements, awards, i still felt like a walking second place medal in everything else. the weight of silver buckets hanging off my shoulders while i worked my way up the hill only to find a mountain.
i remember being a kid who was so determined to be at the top. and then i became a slouch, a stranger to my own personality. i remember being a hardworking third grader with sparkles in her eyes and greater grades than my own. i wonder what she'd tell me now, that ive become a shell of my own being. I wonder if she'd smile and tell me everything would be alright as long as i kept trying, or if she would look at me, then frown at how useless ive become.
or maybe she'd remind me that no matter how hard life may get, we have ourselves to count on, even if we don't believe it. we may have lost a lot of things along the way, some things we thought would be forever. she'd smile at me then start to fade as i tried to grasp on a stack of fog, only to wake up from a fever dream.
[this isn't exactly the final thingg?? so opinions are really welcome because i wrote this out of nowhere at like 9pm two weeks ago and the og one was WAAAYY longer and shittier so yeah tell me whatcha guys think!!]
"will there ever be a world where i am not a 'what if' to you? where i will be your sun and your moon and your heart and your head? where you and i are not separated by time, by change, by all this feeling? if that world so exists, as much as i'd wish to be there, i wouldn't go. i wouldn't change anything because in the end i don't want to leave you alone here. what is my suffering if i see you smile at my dimming presence everyday? what is my suffering knowing you are happy at least for this moment?"
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excerpt from How to poison a Prince (and other courtly tricks.)
Most people’s weddings are filled with laughter, promise and love, both familial and romantic. Mine would be deep set with tension, suspicion, and possibly, an annoying groom. Most brides had a bouquet to lose - not a life. Not that most people expect to get married at 19, anyway.
-------- “By your vows and by the will of Solara, you are bound. Let this union bring peace to your people. Let this be an era of newfound dawn for both Solara and Veyri. You may now kiss the bride.” There is a long, awkward pause. Kaden blinks. I wonder if it’s too late to dropkick the priest, gather my skirts, and run away. “Actually, I don’t think we will,” He says, before I can very rudely, very strongly object. “It is a special moment my bride and I would rather have at our leisure, yes?” I cough at that. He raises his eyebrows, daring me to object. I nod silently, refusing to take the bait. The crowd cheered for peace, but all I could hear was the quiet promise in my heart: one day, these vows would be the death of him – or me.
TAGLIST: @arson-jpg
excerpt from How to poison a Prince (and other courtly tricks.)
Most people’s weddings are filled with laughter, promise and love, both familial and romantic. Mine would be deep set with tension, suspicion, and possibly, an annoying groom. Most brides had a bouquet to lose - not a life. Not that most people expect to get married at 19, anyway.
-------- “By your vows and by the will of Solara, you are bound. Let this union bring peace to your people. Let this be an era of newfound dawn for both Solara and Veyri. You may now kiss the bride.” There is a long, awkward pause. Kaden blinks. I wonder if it’s too late to dropkick the priest, gather my skirts, and run away. “Actually, I don’t think we will,” He says, before I can very rudely, very strongly object. “It is a special moment my bride and I would rather have at our leisure, yes?” I cough at that. He raises his eyebrows, daring me to object. I nod silently, refusing to take the bait. The crowd cheered for peace, but all I could hear was the quiet promise in my heart: one day, these vows would be the death of him – or me.
TAGLIST: @arson-jpg
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 — 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭. — 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑, 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐆.𝐆., 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘏𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯.
Oh, monarch , it seems you have stumbled upon my humble abode - Do not worry, for I have laughter to spread, friendship to give and stories to tell. Tell me yours, is your throne heavy? is it lonely up there? - and I'll give you one in exchange. Maybe stories aren't your thing - do not worry, I have other things, poems, letters, snippets, songs - for it is in my blood to entertain!
I AM BUT A JESTER IN YOUR COURT, SIRE.
YOUR WISH , AS ALWAYS , IS MY COMMAND.
| ηαмє 𖤐 ICARUS | ρяσησυηѕ 𖤐 ANY | ¢υяяєηтℓу ωяιтιηg 𖤐 HOW TO POISON A PRINCE (AND OTHER COURTLY TRICKS)
| ρσιηтѕ σƒ ιηтєяєѕт 𖤐 PJO ; DC ; MARVEL ; SOC ; TPQ ; INHERITANCE GAMES ; THE NATURALS AND MANY MORE.
“𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”
TAGS: #of jesters and kings - prose (may be snippets of my current story, who knows?) #a ballad to the broken - poetry #a performance to die for - song #my heart bleeds - random deep writing #with the court - with other writers
“𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝! 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞!”
main acc: @localburntoutkid
BESTIIIEEEEEEEEE
what if i make a happy poem about you guys
coz its been a while since i written anything that isnt angsty tbh
٭even with all my first place medals, achievements, awards, i still felt like a walking second place medal in everything else. the weight of silver buckets hanging off my shoulders while i worked my way up the hill only to find a mountain.
— ٭ˊ𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ˋ𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞
i hate you, mirror (revamped!! check the og one on @cxstorr <33)
sometimes i look at my reflectionand ask,
‘what even am i?’.
sometimes when i look at the mirror i see fragmented pieces of a puzzle i could never piece together.
sometimes when i touch the cold glass of my mirror, its not the coldness i feel,
a sort of warmth like a campfire in the winter,
but it was never really there
sometimes i stay up late and think about how much i've changed.
sometimes i sit with tears scalding my skin with my glazed eyes staring at the stupid mirror,
sometimes i imagined my bloodied knuckles breaking the fragile glass, the pain that would surge through me.
i hate it.
it hurts but not in the way you'd think,
maybe it's the fact that this was the only thing left of her,
or maybe it was the fact that i was too weak to even move at all.
i went on a mountain hike the other day. when i asked the guide how close to the top we were, they said “i hate you, mirror” and thats how i knew. we were at the peak
WAIT THATS A GOOD LINE WAIT CAN I STEAL THAT WHAT
TY AHAHAHAH
YESSSS FEL FREE TO LMAO
AYAYAYYAA AHAAHHAHHA
i hate you, mirror (revamped!! check the og one on @cxstorr <33)
sometimes i look at my reflectionand ask,
‘what even am i?’.
sometimes when i look at the mirror i see fragmented pieces of a puzzle i could never piece together.
sometimes when i touch the cold glass of my mirror, its not the coldness i feel,
a sort of warmth like a campfire in the winter,
but it was never really there
sometimes i stay up late and think about how much i've changed.
sometimes i sit with tears scalding my skin with my glazed eyes staring at the stupid mirror,
sometimes i imagined my bloodied knuckles breaking the fragile glass, the pain that would surge through me.
i hate it.
it hurts but not in the way you'd think,
maybe it's the fact that this was the only thing left of her,
or maybe it was the fact that i was too weak to even move at all.
this sounds so familiar... thats right it sounds like POEM OF THE YEAR🗣️🗣️
AWH TYSM AHAHAAHAHA
i hate you, mirror (revamped!! check the og one on @cxstorr <33)
sometimes i look at my reflectionand ask,
‘what even am i?’.
sometimes when i look at the mirror i see fragmented pieces of a puzzle i could never piece together.
sometimes when i touch the cold glass of my mirror, its not the coldness i feel,
a sort of warmth like a campfire in the winter,
but it was never really there
sometimes i stay up late and think about how much i've changed.
sometimes i sit with tears scalding my skin with my glazed eyes staring at the stupid mirror,
sometimes i imagined my bloodied knuckles breaking the fragile glass, the pain that would surge through me.
i hate it.
it hurts but not in the way you'd think,
maybe it's the fact that this was the only thing left of her,
or maybe it was the fact that i was too weak to even move at all.
i went on a mountain hike the other day. when i asked the guide how close to the top we were, they said “i hate you, mirror” and thats how i knew. we were at the peak
WAIT THATS A GOOD LINE WAIT CAN I STEAL THAT WHAT
TY AHAHAHAH
i hate you, mirror (revamped!! check the og one on @cxstorr <33)
sometimes i look at my reflectionand ask,
‘what even am i?’.
sometimes when i look at the mirror i see fragmented pieces of a puzzle i could never piece together.
sometimes when i touch the cold glass of my mirror, its not the coldness i feel,
a sort of warmth like a campfire in the winter,
but it was never really there
sometimes i stay up late and think about how much i've changed.
sometimes i sit with tears scalding my skin with my glazed eyes staring at the stupid mirror,
sometimes i imagined my bloodied knuckles breaking the fragile glass, the pain that would surge through me.
i hate it.
it hurts but not in the way you'd think,
maybe it's the fact that this was the only thing left of her,
or maybe it was the fact that i was too weak to even move at all.
wow. im nt ok.
THAT'S FOR THE TIM DRAKE POST.
