istia

a sad collection of what ifs, maybes & almost

[sassycolortheorist101-blog]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

[dxnos1mp]

what kind of polaroid taken during sex SEVENTEEN’s members keep inside their wallets [MDNI]

pairing: seventeen x fem!reader

content: nsfw, smut, sexual photos, mentions of cunnilingus, blowjob, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex.

a/n: … idk how to explain myself🧍🏻‍♀️

seungcheol

photo of your tits covered with his hickeys while you’re riding his fat cock

jeonghan

photo of his long delicate fingers disappearing inside your wet pussy

joshua

photo of your red swollen lips parted and your dirty mouth is full of his cum

junhui

photo of his white hot cum leaking out of your ruined pussy

soonyoung

photo of his cock slipping into your desperate cunt from behind

wonwoo

photo of his huge dick laying on your stomach to see how deep he’s gonna be inside of you

jihoon

photo of your swollen lips wrapped around his hard dick

minghao

photo of your torso painted with his cum - the masterpiece

mingyu

photo of his and your intertwined hands on the belly bulge caused by his dick

seokmin

photo of you suffocating him with your thighs while he’s eating you out

seungkwan

photo of his dick burried inside your pussy in missionary

hansol

photo of your tiny hands pumping his fat cock

chan

photo of his dick squeezed between your pretty tits

[seventeen masterlist]

[writingmj]

-not my photo! credit to original owner

[athenadiane]

Soon I’ll forget the color of your eyes and how well your hand fits with mine. Soon I'll forget the sound of your laugh and how you always tried your best to make me smile. Then, I’ll forget your favorite songs and what you always get at the nearby coffee shop. When your favorite song plays, I won't even remember how you always sang along in the car. Soon I’ll forget you little by little then all at once.

-g.b.t

[athenadiane]

The owner of this blog is happy, successful, and rich.

[athenadiane]

No matter how strong I pray to the universe, no matter how loud. Even if the sea broke apart and if land decided it be best to separate, all the strength and all the effort wasted could never bring you back. —g.b.t (dear heart, 2020)

[athenadiane]

I’m still re-reading our chapters

Every night when it gets cold

Just to get a reminder that your hands

Used to be the hands that I hold

When I crave the warmth of your touch

I open the book once again

Leaving a bookmark on the page hoping that I won't forget

How it was like when we first met

But then like most stories

Ours had to end

—g.b.t

[athenadiane]

I’m still re-reading our chapters

Every night when it gets cold

Just to get a reminder that your hands

Used to be the hands that I hold

When I crave the warmth of your touch

I open the book once again

Leaving a bookmark on the page hoping that I won't forget

How it was like when we first met

But then like most stories

Ours had to end

—g.b.t

[athenadiane]

After months of seeing your face in every crowd, I barely recognize the real you standing in front of me. My hair is shorter, you say, but we both know that it's four inches closer to never having your hands run through it. You're taller, I say, and I wonder if my head still fits in the curve of your neck There is no "I miss you" because we're both not sure if that's even okay. Can you miss the person that broke your heart? "How's your family?" I ask, thinking how your mother used to set a plate for me even before she knew I was coming. "They're doing well,” you answer, and you smile. And in your smile, I am free. My heart does not speed up. My mouth doesn't curve to a matching smile. For so long, I loved you. I loved you, and your stupid laugh, your brown eyes and goodnight texts. And I thought that I needed you to be whole, I thought that when we were over, I was over. But here I am. We are not the people we used to be. I am free

—15:32 lying to myself again.

[athenadiane]

I’ve been accepting written commisions for the past weeks and this is my favorite piece so far. DM me for inquiries!

[athenadiane]

When you told me it was over, I stayed awake for three straight days, staring at my phone, waiting for you to call back and tell me you changed your mind. It took me two weeks to finally realize that you might never come back at all. And another week to realize what it actually meant when you blocked my phone number.

I wish you were in front of me when I couldn't stop myself from crying, you might've understood how much I wanted you to stay. My tears could've probably made your heart a little bit softer. I wish you saw how my bed pushed me away, how my pillows rejected my hugs, and how my blanket refused to keep me warm. I wish you saw how my room got tired of me because I never left. Was that how you felt about me, too? Did I ask for too much attention till you can't give any more, to the point where my being surfeited you? Because it felt like you just waited for me to mess up a tiny bit so you could say your goodbye; for your leaving not to be reasonless.

My mom bugged me over and over when I skipped meals. And every time she did, I just told her I wasn't hungry. But, you see, that was a lie. I was, in fact, starving for your presence. There wasn't a day I stopped thinking about you, what you were doing—always wondered if I ever crossed your mind. Or maybe you feel all better now that you don't have to send good morning texts anymore or spend hours talking at midnight when all you wanted was to sleep. Perhaps I turned out to be just another burden you had to carry so you had to go. But you never took your own baggage you brought in when you left. I wake up each day with the new bags hanging on both of my shoulders, carrying all the stories of pain and suffering you've shared with me. And now emptiness feels even heavier than it did before you came.

On the day you told me it was over, I heard a faint sound of my heart cracking, and that's why I stayed awake for three straight days. I was hoping that if I never slept, one day I might wake up next to you and find out you were never really gone. That I was just having a very bad dream.

—Peter Valadon

[athenadiane]

I’ve been making a complete fool of myself for almost a year, ever since you left.

I kissed someone else to forget how your lips taste like but it made me long for you more. His lips were rough and not comforting, not like how yours were. Everytime he kissed me, I felt disgusted with myself, almost—guilty. I told someone else that I loved them even if I didn’t, even if I’m still hoping to hear those three words from you. I went to places with someone else, we went to the places we once been to and the places that you promised to bring me to. But you’re gone, right? There was no ‘I miss you, please come back’ from you when you left. But I begged for your return. I told you how much it hurt that you were no longer mine and how I was willing, still am, to fix things as long as you’d come back. Of course you said no. Who would want to come back to me? I was nothing but a burden and someone who overthinks too much. I got rid of everything that reminded me of you but I still remember how you felt and how your cologne was so strong that the room would be filled wth your smell. Your hazel eyes and cheeky smile is printed on my head. I can’t get over you. I tried everything.

[athenadiane]

I'm filling the empty spaces of my heart with the wrong pieces so that I could get rid of the thought of you.

athenadiane  092820

[homunculus-argument]

a child with an undiagnosed mental illness: I think I need help. I struggle with things nobody else seems to be struggling with.

a parent who never got diagnosed for the exact same mental illness: Oh sweetie. EVERYONE struggles with that :)

[athenadiane]

Your lips my lips apocalypse

cigarettesaftersex-apocalypse

[athenadiane]

The sun sets like it’s moving on And maybe I should start waking up to a new day Perhaps one without the thought of you in it And one where it rarely storms

Athena D.

[necromaria]