idelhartz_ae

𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚣 :) 𝚢𝚝: @𝚊𝚎_𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗: @𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚣 𝚊𝚘𝟹: @𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚣

[idelhartz]

it’s idelhartz!｡𖦹°꩜.ೃ࿔

hello everyone! I’m idelhartz, but you can call me abi! 𖦹𖦹𖦹

This is my first post here on this account (unfortunately I lost access to my old account, so this is going to be a bit of a hard reset) and I plan on posting poetry and other writing, and possibly reposting my yt content if I so decide!

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“Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything. If you don't write stories you love, you'll never make it. If you don't write stories that other people love, you'll never make it.” —Ray Bradbury

[idelhartz]

an acrylic painting I made of yves! not my usual poetry but i wanted to share :) please do not steal, thank you very much!

[asooffa]

this isn’t a question but I just wanted to say im so in love with your apollo fanart its so ASFAFFSSGHHJ yummy

EHEHEHEHEHHE THANK U SO MUCH im happy u like my art of him

[idelhartz]

Remembrance, by idelhartz ⋆.ೃ࿔

𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚜

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜

𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎

𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖;

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛.

𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗

𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎.

｡𖦹°꩜.ೃ࿔

[idelhartz]

Hear me, my Star, by idelhartz

𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕,

𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛.

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜.

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝;

𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏

𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛,

𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔,

𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊,

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢,

𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚜

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢

𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛,

𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘

𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛,

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘.

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛,

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜

𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊.

𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛,

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎

𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕.

• • •

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢

𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.

[idelhartz]

Future Vision, by idelhartz

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.

𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍

𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,

𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,

𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍,

𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑,

𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎,

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑,

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎,

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

this was written for a good friend of mine, she doesn’t have tumblr, but she said i could post it here :)

[idelhartz]

Sneak peek of a fic I’m writing, for any minsungers out there :P

“—

“I wish I knew yesterday would be the last day I ever looked him in the eyes.

I wish I could’ve told him everything he told me through that notebook. All the lyrics about us, about how perfect everything was.

Nobody knew what was going to happen, least of all myself.

But Jisung…

I wish I knew yesterday would be the last day that he ever spoke to me, that I could speak to him.

Because all these words that are piling up in my head now, all these apologies and sentiments and sweet nothings have nowhere to go.

I could’ve loved him the way he probably hates me now.

Infinitely.

And yet I can’t deny that I deserve it.

Because all the pointed words I screamed at him, that one phrase: “I hate you;

Were enough to make him never want to talk to me again.

They were enough to do the worst thing you can do to another man.

Truthfully,

I knew it would make him feel that way. Really, that’s why I said it.

But I never knew it would kill him.

Is it really my fault? Or is it nature’s? It was congenital heart failure. Not my anger.

But, oh, it really is my fault.

I wish I knew that yesterday would be my last day with Jisung, because maybe then I wouldn’t have said all of those things.

We could sit together on the roof while I smoke a cigarette and he tells me how unhealthy it is.

I’d offer him one and he’d refuse, just like always. How it’d kill him. How I’d kill him.

He’ll never sit next to me again. He might as well haunt me until I kill myself and end up in Hell while he looks down at me from God’s side.

Fuck no. God doesn’t exist.

No god would let things end up like this.

I’ll still be in Hell, but Jisung will be where all the angels of the world belong. Wherever that is.

I wish I knew yesterday was Jisung’s last day. Before his world ended.

I think it really made me realize that he was my world.

It’s a cliché, but really. Because he’s dead, I feel like I’ll never feel as alive as I did with him.

I always find a way to make things about myself. I hate that so much.

Jisung, from wherever people go when they die, I hope you never have to look at me again. I hope I’m blocked out by a cloud or a bird passing above me.

I wish I knew yesterday was the last day I’d ever want to live.

Because maybe then I’d be up there with you now.

And I wouldn’t look like a coward for it.

So now I avoid the places I know that I’ll see you. I don’t want to make this hurt more than it already does.

—”

[idelhartz]

Picky, by idelhartz .ೃ࿔

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝

"𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝."

𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎,

"𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝."

𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕."

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

[idelhartz]

Innocent Cannibal, by idelhartz ｡𖦹°꩜.ೃ࿔

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜

𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜,

𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍

𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎

𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ 𖤓 ⋆˚࿔

[78notes]

She lived her life to the fullest,

Dancing on delusions and broken dreams.

[idelhartz]

Narcissus, by idelhartz ꩜｡

𝙰 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠.

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

𝙸𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝.

𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚏.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕’𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎

𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠,

𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠,

𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

｡𖦹°꩜.ೃ࿔

bonus, here’s the first written draft!

[idelhartz]

Hope, by idelhartz ꩜𖦹༄

“𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕”—

𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢;

𝙸𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝; 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.

𝚃𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔

𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍

𝙰𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢?

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍

𝙰𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏?

𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎—

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

thank you for reading!

[idelhartz]

Lifeguard, by idelhartz

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗,

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠

𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎;

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

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𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜

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