Let it be♥

I'm happy I promise

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[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)

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[inkskinned]

i never told you, but there was a time last spring where everything was going perfectly and i was actually happy and i was lying in your bed and laughing about something and for a second i fell silent and closed my eyes because i knew this was as happy as i was going to get and that there was certainly a storm brewing on the horizon and i knew i had to be as grateful as i could get because it would all one day evaporate (it later did, i knew it), but in that pause you whispered, “i love you so damn much” and i think about that moment a lot now, about being so filled to the brim with good things and god i wish it was better i wish i’d held onto that i wish i was in your bed instead of miles away with a mouth full of blood come back come back my love

[inkskinned]

like. thank you for being my friend. i know we won’t ever say this in person unless we’re too drunk to hold it in and i know if we do we won’t talk about it in the morning but every time you’re next to me i feel like you radiate invincibility. like if i make stupid mistakes you’ll find a way to save me. like i’d do anything to make you happy. like. buddy you’re weird and sort of abrupt and sometimes too honest but i look at all of these traits you hate and i just. really love them. so yeah like don’t ever talk about the fact i told you this or that i got sappy or that once i cried telling you how much you’d be missed but know it’s true. if you died i’d be, like. super pissed. i don’t know. i love you, is all. don’t make, like, a thing out of it.

[inkskinned]

oh but i love so easily. i want to be an enigma, or cool and collected, or mysterious and lovely. instead i blurt out information you don’t care about, tell stories that last too long, declare my passions. i gush and trust and wish too hard. i chase people away because i like them too much, i chase people away because i don’t like people very easily. i accidentally mention things like my mental illness and am somehow surprised that people are uncomfortable around me. i’m trying to get better. i’m trying.

[inkskinned]

i’m trying not to let it in. it’s just that every time i look at you i feel something different. i know it’s silly because summer is coming like a boulder down a mountain. but i see you and think of better futures. my horoscope says “You want to tell a loved one just how much you care about them, but you can’t find the words.“ what words would there be. when i’m around you everything is lighter and i forget how to talk about things. i want to impress you too much to speak. i know it’s silly. today’s love sign says “You just need to walk past the fear, and all will be well.” what about if i kiss you. what about if i ruin this whole thing. there’s bruises on me from the last time we held on to it. that’s the thing about wounds, see. they still hurt in the morning.

[actuates]

what do i feel? nearly everything, everything all at once weighing on my shoulders, yes. everything all at once. i woke up happy, saw that someone passed away, so i cried. i didn’t know her. but i cried. i saw her friends, her lover, all of them honoring her, so i cried. crying felt nice. so i tried to write something while andrew belle crooned a tune and i couldn’t i was so angry. but not angry, not really. just exhausted.  this is me. so i stared into a mirror fifteen, maybe twenty minutes someone should fuck  me remind me i’m human remind me that i can connect to other humans. but am i pretty enough? not so much, no. will anyone love me? i hope i love me. so i cried. again. i listened to some sad songs. felt guilty for being sad. wished that i was art, that my world was art, and that my existence could be art. i feel empty, but not hollow. give me something to feel. other than this. i can’t make much out of this.

unfiltered thoughts pt. 1 |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

[blossomfully]

And there she’ll be, all skin and skin and more skin. And you’ll trace the curve of her spine with the curves of your finger and you’ll whisper that she is the most beautiful girl in the universe.  But you won’t know her favourite colour, or that her greatest fear is waking up old and finding that she hasn’t maintained a single meaningful relationship. You won’t care that there are nights when she cannot sleep because she is so afraid of failure and disappointment and wasting her life. And you won’t hear her call you a liar when you say that you love her, because she knows that if you loved her you would hold her properly instead of turning your back, and that you would ask her questions instead of putting your fingers in her mouth. You won’t care that she looks beautiful in the morning; you won’t care that she wants to save the world. To you, her dreams won’t mean anything. And I hope, one day, she will finally realise that she deserves better.

Sue Zhao  (via blossomfully)

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[vrgnmry]

WHY DID THIS HAVE TO END

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@soft-taako

[indubitablyinsane]

The instruments during rehearsal

Flutes: KNOW the director can see them texting. Don't care.

Clarinets: trying to figure out how many sixteenth notes per phrase they can get away with NOT playing before the director notices

Oboes: sharing discouraged looks as they constantly fail to be in tune with each other

Piccolo: hyperventilating

Bassoons: "we represent sin/death/the devil. Fuck with us."

Bass clarinet: has actually dropped his instrument twice and has the wrong piece of music out on the stand.

Trumpets: playing so loud that everyone in front of them is going deaf. Complaining that the percussion is so loud they are deaf.

Saxophones: are talking audibly. Have switched shoes with each other. Have switched horns and music too. The director still hasn't noticed.

French horns: are quiet until one of them makes a pun. The director hears laughter and instantly scolds them for talking.

Trombones: only one of them has a pencil, and he has to get up and sharpen it during rehearsal.

Baritone: probably has head phones in. No one really knows.

Tuba: "I can play everything down the octave. I bet I can hold this pedal tone for 11 measures without the director noticing"

Percussion: "my part says to play cymbal and triangle but I'm only gonna play one of them."

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[hempura]

i will continue to reblog this until it gets the notes it deserves because elephants

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If your heart isn’t melting it’s because you don’t have one.

[astranaut]

it WaVED

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n0oo0nooooo

[lifecomesatyoufast]

sunalwaysshining

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I would cry on the spot if an elephant waved at me

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Eeyore is just one of those characters that you wanna scoop up and hug forever.

[crimsonclad]

One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.

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Another awesome fact about Eeyore: he is voiced by Optimus Prime.

[inkskinned]

“I know but I never cut deep enough for scars to form and idk I just don’t know…” // r.i.d

[scarendipity]

in an ideal world, you show up at my doorstep at 3 AM, and tell me that you left her and have always loved me. but this is not an ideal world, and you do not love me.

tjr 16/1/17 (via scarendipity)