𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒔_𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 @dreamland-is - Tumblr Blog

☆ 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔

Hey, thanks for lurking.

I'm Ares, an aries, 22 and a problem.

Mostly I just write stuff at 3am and post without editing. I'm in a shit ton of fandoms and repost random things because nothing about me spells cohesion.

Borderline and Bipolar.

I think a lot about the ocean, the sky, the horizon, the stars and the moon. Sometimes what lies beyond.

I write a lot about love because I like to tear myself apart over things I know nothing about.

I want adventure and freedom and forever. So I try to write them for all of us.

Find me on a03 @Ares_rundown if you wish.

𝐀𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☆

June 12th. A nothing day.

#jude st francis

ohitsbunny

dreamland-is

Life is cringe, death is cringe, I am cringe 🪩

JOURNALS No. 6

JOURNALS No. 5

transmascmarypoppins

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

cecilsrandomeverything

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

spacefinch

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

chatblancofficial

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

huewrite

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

gossamermouse

this is not a place of honor

dreamland-is

No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here

happyheidi

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

randomthoughtstokeepmesane

It’s my honest pleasure, Charles, to aid you on this quest.

dreamland-is

Yo Charles come check out my lil hobo shack

barebacktothefuture

dreamland-is

Scald

hannahbisssssss

Nandor the Relentless was unironically listening to Creep by Radiohead while Guillermo was in that fawking shed. (Headcanon)

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Colin robinson with a ukulele instigating from the vagina bushes

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #colin robinson what we do in the shadows

afwrighter

I called death my friend yesterday, and it grew too gentle to take me. I hope tomorrow, it forgets my name.

A.F. Wrighter

wishing-well-art

I had a really dumb idea

dreamland-is

Goddamn it man not again - guy with the flame daughter or something

#over the garden wall #otgw #the beast

tommiemommy-deactivated20251120

Sharing wired earphone is a lost art.

ihateyouvishal

i think about this a lot.

dreamland-is

Yeah; and I guess we'll never be 13 sharing stories again, guess we'll never be 14 discovering albums again, 12 making plans again, 16 talking about forever again.

Guess we'll never be 11 back of the school bus sharing an ipod between the three (five!) of us because none of the rest of us had any tech, a jumble of song requests we'd modge-podge, small square tossed from one person to the next, jamming tangled gummy headphones into the jack, one earbud dangling when the noise would fizzle out from it. Going to tesco to buy equally shitty replacements (because we were 12, and pocket money was scraps) and then we'd do the whole thing over, one person claiming their spot in the queue, small square jumping and songs being added. How do I explain this is where I learnt of heartbreak, of adolescence, of feelings, of sex, of romance, of betrayal, of all those big bad feelings that the adult world had and that I had no idea was something I could even look into. How do I explain this is where I learnt how it felt to dream before I could even put words to that sinking, longing in my belly since I was a kid. Of laying awake wishing for... something. Something.

And how do explain that my small slice of girlhood was not in swapping secrets under a duvet, not braiding hair or slipping into princess slipper-heels, but tangled gummy headphones, navy school jumpers and a bus so loud, so unbearably hot in the summertime I wanted to be anywhere but there. And yet I had no choice but to remain for 40-minute-60-minute hour long drive home. That I learnt to breathe through my nose when the BO of teenagers was unbearable, learnt to take off the jumper but keep the blazer (kept you cooler) learnt to close my eyes and eventually, eventually, any discomfort would fade away. Become bearable.

Sharing headphones. In the beginning I did not have my own, because I did not know I would want them, or have need for them. One in mine, one in theirs. We had to twist our necks in odd angles to keep the music playing.

To keep the music playing. The music, at least, has never stopped. The music, at least. I still have.