KALـــــــــﮩ٨ـ @kalisatthedisco - Tumblr Blog

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓? ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

HEY GUYZ!!!! My names Kal! Im a writer, a singer, a guitarist, etc.

I use she/they pronouns!!

I AM 17! Dont talk to me if you're like 30, weirdo!

I'm pansexual, an ENFP, Anyone can dm and interact here! (unless you are homophobic, racist, facist, all of the fucking evil shit, all basic DNI stuff)

[i WILL write drabbles for BANDOM. Won't write full fics though!]

Ready 4 more?

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kalisatthedisco

I thirsty

awquar

pees in your mouth /silly

kalisatthedisco

WELL, IT IS PRIDE MONTH. OH WELL

#hello? kal speaking!#i'm so funny #laugh

I thirsty

Ai tarot card videos omg GET OUT GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY AAHHH FUCK OUT OF MY FACE YOU LOSSERRRRES

#hello? kal speaking!#tarot #fuck ai #happy birthday #spirituality #tarot cards #tarot community

tatsasu

Ray the curls look wonderful. Drop the routine good sir

When I think of her, I feel my heart sink. My tears drip down my face, the face she said she loved so much. I see her in every splotch of purple that colors my world,I hear her in every song, I reach for her everytime. She reached back and for a moment her hand slipped into place with mine and I felt her again. I felt her in a different way, I wanted her, I wanted to grow with her, I wanted to walk with her until I couldn't feel my legs–but she did not want me that way, she wanted to regain something she lost instead of to find a new feeling in me. Now I lay in bed, untrusting of any hand that reaches to me, that begs to shelter me from the cold rain I soak my skin with. I am scared, I'm scared that they'll make me so happy and then decide that I'm not enough. And that assumption wouldn't be wrong, the dirty and rusty pieces of glass and plastic I have put in place of a girl I no longer know. I fear that for a moment someone will reach out to me and hold my in their palm and then crush me again, and ruin the scraps I've worked so vigorously to arrange into something "pretty". I wonder, if she put her hand to me again, would I take it? Would I be willing to hurt again just to know that for a moment she wanted me, or at the very least an idea of me. But the figment of me is better than the concept of someone else. It hurts me to know that she will move on from me, erasing me from her mind. I don't care if she hates me, as long as I still live in the mind I fell in love with. I hope she hates me, I hope she hates me so I dont ever have to lose her again. It hurts like an open wound, and the scar dripping blood against my worn white dress is in the shape of her name. Etched over my heart, I feel it with every beat, and my mind is forced to ring her name again. The name still falls from my mouth from quiet sobs to audible coos and pleads for her against my soft pillows and blankets. But I am alone, I am alone in this bed. And I will always be alone, I will never open my heart again. Not because I could only ever love her, but because love has only ever shut me out.

#hello? kal speaking!#pages from my journal

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH