Happiness in pages

☀I just want to learn☀

[faely-written]

"I love you more."

"I love you more than anything."

"You will never understand how much I love you."

"You don't know how much I love you."

You say these things to me after I tell you how awful you treat me. How horrible you make me feel. You hold your love above my head as if it is my only reason to exist. You use it as an excuse to invalidate how you have made me suffer. How could you have ever hurt me? You love me. Of course you do, you tell me all the time. You tell me that I could not even comprehend how much you love me. That you love me so much that I could never understand or grasp the concept of your love. If you love me, why do you hurt me? Why do you use "I love you" as a weapon? You can hurt someone you love. Your love does not come with the care for my well-being, especially if you are the source of hurt. You do not hold yourself accountable to your actions and how they affect me.

Because, you love me.

How could you hurt me if you love me? You are abusive, neglectful, emotional immature, manipulative, and condescending. The things you say, the things you do, do not hurt you.

They traumatized me though.

When I hear "I love you" a fear so cold and dense rips through my chest, chilling me to the absolute core. Those words mean something different to me because of you. They mean I owe you. They mean I am to be used. They mean that no matter how insidiously you treat me, I should be grateful, for I have your love.

And your love is worth so much more than mine.

And I do not want it.

[faely-written]

Hands stained with the devotion to others

Blood is sweet and everyone is so very hungry

They eat

And eat

And eat

To the bone

Can you not tell you are starving?

Have you forgotten how to feel hunger?

They take too much

You give way more

Please

Just take

A

Bite

[prompt-heaven]

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

[spiderrrling]

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember

[what-even-is-thiss]

*wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat*

WAIT IT’S CALLED A THROW PILLOW

[holorifle]

here is a super helpful website for this kinda thing!

the first result isn’t always the one you’re looking for but when you press enter it’ll give you a ton of words related to your query that’ll probably have what you’re wanting, or something better

here’s some examples:

[anchored-in-high-tide]

Reblog to save a writer’s sanity (the last bit that’s left)

[stardustparker]

words i wish people used more

lovely (exquisitely beautiful.)

adore (love and respect [someone] deeply.)

iridescent (showing luminous colours that seem to change when seen from different angles.)

stunning (extremely impressive or attractive.)

opulent (ostentatiously rich and luxurious or lavish.)

magical (beautiful or delightful in such a way as to seem removed from everyday life.)

spectacular (beautiful in a dramatic and eye-catching way.)

constellation (an easily recognized group of stars that appear to be located close together in the sky and that form a picture if lines connecting them are imagined.)

precious ([of an object, substance, or resource] of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly. used as a term of address to a beloved person.)

delight (a strong feeling of happiness. great pleasure or satisfaction. something that makes you very happy. something that gives you great pleasure or satisfaction.)

resplendent (attractive and impressive through being richly colourful or sumptuous.)

enthralled (capture the fascinated attention of.)

decadent (luxuriously self-indulgent.)

luscious ([of food or wine] having a pleasingly rich, sweet taste. richly verdant or opulent.)

glamour (the attractive or exciting quality that makes certain people or things seem appealing or special. enchantment, magic.)

enamoured (be filled with a feeling of love for.)

ephmeral (lasting for a very short time.)

remarkable (worthy of attention; striking.)

[faely-written]

It’s cliche, but I love you

I love you, I love everything about you.  You are incredibly intelligent, your thoughts and ideas blow my mind. I’m in awe of you. I’ve never met anyone who thinks like you, it’s beautiful. You have a whole world inside of you and I’m so very lucky that you share parts of it with me. Your musings dazzle me. It’s cliche, but I love your mind. My heart beats faster when we talk, I can’t stop watching you, you’re gorgeous. The way you smile lights a fire in my chest, it blooms in my cheeks. The way you speak, you have so much enthusiasm for every word you say, as if it’s all bursting to break free. When you sing I am utterly enchanted, you have a lovely voice that reminds me of fairies – of something mystical. I love this little movement you make when you’re flustered – when you’ve just been complimented, it’s almost like a dance. You are so animated and engaging, like a ray of sunshine after a storm. It’s cliche, but I love the things you do. They way you think of me warms my heart, I’ve never had someone who thinks of me the way you do. When you show me things that you know I like – that you have any interest in me at all, bewilders me and I adore you for it. I love your sense of humor, you are so playful and you don’t even know it. You share jokes that brighten my day, we share banter that brightens my week. The seemingly random proclamations of “I love you” mean the world to me. The way you aren’t afraid to show your love inspires me, makes me love you more deeply.  It’s cliche, but I love the way you love. When things seem gloomy and I can’t stand another moment, I think of you. You are my shining light that guides me through the darkness. You give me will when I have none, you breathe color into my world. I cannot express how fundamentally you have changed my life. You mean more to me than I can express. You make me dream, you make me feel, you make me hope, you make me alive. I love your brightness but I also love your shadows, you have both light and dark in you and it is glorious. There isn’t a thing about you that I don’t love. It’s cliche, but I love you.

[faely-written]

Dark Matters

She looked up into the mirror, face blurry, no shapes where shapes should be. She closes her eyes and looks again, the mirror is cracked. Crawling bugs escape the fissures, hissing words of praise and love. She can feel her body quaking, her blood jumps inside as if to say “run”. Her mother’s voice floats to her through the fog, she follows.  Down a hall she finds her, her vision clears, the fog fades. Her mother speaks, she nods, not sure if she actually nods or not. She must not worry her mother, she must be okay. She finds distraction in books, if nothing outside is real then everything inside must be real. Even if it’s wrong inside. If she reads of heroes saving the world then maybe she can save her own. The world in view now exhausts her, the vague sense of sleep numbs her. When she awakes her love speaks of acceptance and appreciation, she is warmed and safe. She closes her eyes again and when they open the face of her love is swarmed with shadows, the darkness peeling off flesh leaving a sea of red. Her breath comes short and labored, a hand touches her own. She is relieved to see it is a hand, a whole unnlemished hand. She nods to her love sure that she has nodded. She must not worry her love, she must be okay. She finds distraction in the glow of a screen, if she can play the hero in this world maybe she is the hero of her own. The words of her love ground her, give strength and confidence that she is here. She is real. This is real. It’s a false sense of security that will shatter after a time. She knows, she allows the comfort to wash over her anyways.The world inside her will always leak out. But she will always fight it. She is strong. The shadow comes to swallow her. She sinks to the floor, covering her wet eyes.The maze of fog engulfs her, she reaches out but there is nothing to reach out to, she reaches out but there is nothing to reach out with. She has fallen, she is lost. Cracking of bones and screams of joy flood her ears. Everything is wrong once again, the things that saved her do not matter. The things that saved her do not exist in the shadow.  But she will always fight. This will pass it always passes, the shadow isn’t real, she is real. She can escape without being saved. She is here she is not lost. This will not defeat her. The shadow will give way to light. But she will always feel the shadow inside her. It waits for her to fall. The shadow whispers promises of rest and relief, she will always be tempted. But she is strong. For now.

[faely-written]

Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is too far away.

You look around you and realize you are in the dark, no brightness behind you and your flashlight has gone out. You glance ahead to see the faint glow at the end of the blackness. You’ll never make it. It’s too dark, the air is thin and wet, you’re frozen to the core. The light is the only way out but you can’t reach it. Terror is wracking through your body, shutting your brain down so the only thing you’re aware of is the crushing fear. If you just held your breath everything would go away.

But you take a step forward. You move towards your glimmering hope. You push through, placing one foot before you then the other. You keep going. You are terrified, you’re freezing, but you know you can be safe and warm eventually. It’s hard, too difficult at times. The floor turns to jagged rocks and you trip and stumble, it seems like the falling will never end. You stay on the ground for awhile trying to catch your breath in the heavy air. The floor is sharp though – too sharp, you can’t stay on the ground. You keep moving.

The light gets closer, it’s blinding, it’s warm, it’s safe. You are almost there. It was too far but now you are so close to touching it, so close to the end. You can make it. You will make it.

[faely-written]

It feels as though I’m walking on thin ice inside my mind. If it should crack and I plummet into the chilling waters below, something monstrous shall consume me.

[faely-written]

I feel my character shifting, adapting to survive in my current environment. I’m afraid of who I will become.

[faely-written]

Oh, Enchantress how you charm me! Your light encompasses my soul, keeping me warm in the brisk chill of night. The ghost of you whispering sweet-nothings into my dreams. You have captured every essence of me.

[faely-written]

I am tired. From the happy mask I place upon my face everyday to the deepest, darkest parts of my soul I am wholly exhausted. I am worn thin like jam scrapped over too much bread. Every muscle, each and every single muscle in my body coiled tight like a spring begging to burst forth.

I am tired.

[faely-written]

The cracks begin to form deep inside, deep within their walls of self. Something thick but fast moving bursts from the fissures. The substance is dark, it looks to be heavy but feels like lightning, scorching everything in it’s path. It moves too quickly and soon their chest is ablaze, then their limbs, last their head. Every inch screaming in agony. Every inch coated in “just get over it” “you’ll be fine” “it’s all in your head”

Every inch flowing with “you can do this” “keep going” “i love you”

But it’s lightning, everything is lightning.

How do you run from light?

[faely-written]

they pour asphalt into cracks hoping to restore what has long since been broken, isn't it easier to tear it down and start anew? but then again, this is what we all do.

fill the cracks with something breakable

only making hasty repairs, never fixing -- never rebuilding

[almost-casey]

teach me?? how to draw?? the action of kissing????

Step 1. yearn

[atissi]

thanks op for letting me add on to this post!

have fun drawing kisses now!!!!!!

more detailed tutorial by another person: x

[thebeautifulwordlist]

Hamartia

Noun

[hah-mahr-tee-uh]

1. tragic flaw.

Origin: 1890–95; < Greek: a fault, equivalent to hamart- (base of hamartánein to err) + -ia -ia

“The pathetic devotion of Aspatia is essential to our understanding of Amintor’s tragic weakness, his hamartia.” - Charles Mills Gayley, Francis Beaumont: Dramatist

[thebeautifulwordlist]

Reveille

Noun

[rev-uh-lee; British ri-val-ee]

1. a signal, as of a drum or bugle, sounded early in the morning to awaken military personnel and to alert them for assembly.

2. a signal to arise.

Origin: 1635–45; < French réveillez, plural imperative of réveiller to awaken, equivalent to r(e)- re- + éveiller, Old French esveillier ≪ Latin ēvigilāre to watch, be vigilant (ē- e-1 + vigilāre to watch; see vigil)

“We were aroused by reveille very early in the morning, usually about dawn and retired early in the evening.” - Walter W. Ward, Springfield in the Spanish American War