𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕

ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ 🖤✨🎧🌹

[inurdreamsstuff]

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 — 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.

pieces of me you’ll never fully understand.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒕 3𝒂𝒎. (Fav song btw)

fanfiction writer. daydreamer. overthinker.

i turn feelings into stories no one reads out loud.

you don’t really know me. you only know what i choose to write.

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Me:💋

* cigarette smoke in slow motion (aesthetic, not literal)

* unread messages

* fanfiction written from feelings

* someone who looks fine but isn’t fully there

*i turn emotions into stories.

*offline but everywhere.

*3:07am thoughts only.

🖤

[inurdreamsstuff]

𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘

04:15 a.m.

window open.

cold air on my skin like a reminder that I’m still here.

the night doesn’t feel like night anymore. it feels like a pause button nobody pressed back on.

stars above me — quiet, distant, almost unreal. like they don’t belong to this world, or maybe I don’t.

some soft music in the background. I can’t tell if I’m hearing it or just imagining it.

everything is so still it almost hurts.

a light rain starts falling. not enough to change anything. just enough to feel.

I light a cigarette.

small flame in the dark. gone in a second.

the smoke is warm going in… burning. always burning.

I hold it anyway.

and breathe it out like I’m letting something go I never had words for.

next to me — a cold drink. untouched. forgotten.

time feels… fake out here. like it doesn’t apply to this version of me.

no yesterday. no tomorrow. just this.

just this breath. this sky. this silence pretending to be peace.

I look up again.

and I wonder if anyone else is awake right now

feeling like the world is too quiet to be real.

or if it’s just me. always just me.

maybe loneliness is just another kind of stillness.

or maybe I’m finally calm for the first time in a long time

and I just don’t know how to name it yet.

either way… I stay.