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a comic about different types of storytellers
re: that last post i reblogged:
"modern watson would be a blogger!" outdated. modern watson would be an accidental tiktok influencer.
When itâs only the third of January and youâve already cried five times
I close my eyes and I can imagine you and me.
You are warm, warm like tea left out for a couple of minutes. Warm like jumpers in the winter. Warm like the little pockets of sunlight in spring. You are beautiful, in a quiet way. Like the first stars in the night, like the blend of the colours in the sunrise. You are like playing my favourite song on my headphones, like that first bite into a plate of amazing food, like that satisfaction of opening a new book, like that hit of happiness when the theme song to the best TV show comes on. I can find you in every little thing that makes me happy. You are wonderfully you. But itâs a shame I can only imagine.
Flower boy leaves at quarter past seven.
He squats and places the iris by the door without a thud.
A single tear runs down his face
He looks back as he walks away, trailing footsteps in the mud.
-flower boy comes at seven, original.
Who did you hear that phrase from? I reckon I should have trademarked it and sold merchandise. I wouldn't be homeless if I did ... Anyways I was just curious if you are a person who I ONcE knew?
Not sure what phrase you mean but I often get a lot of inspiration from stuff I read or even watch. Sometimes phrases stick in my head and then I tweak them a little or a lot, or write whatever piece inspired about it. Iâm sorry if I did this to something you wrote/said but I often forget where I got the phrase from.
â I only ever cry when it rains, as the sky cries with me.
People rush past busy to get home, no questions asked.
No one spares a glance at the mascara stained girl on a soaking bench.
Itâs strange how often it seems to rain here.â
-my 2am Poetry folder.
The tears fall as the rain does , you walk away. We were nothing.
Yet a part of me still clung to you.
I had so desperately hoped we would become something.
-2am poetry folder
The tears fall as the rain does , you walk away. We were nothing.
Yet a part of me still clung to you.
I had so desperately hoped we would become something.
-2am poetry folder
âWe were never sweet or cute, like romance had always seemed.
Your dark eyes were manic and egotistical.
My heart was obsessive and blind.
Somehow we ended up in this tragically beautiful messâ
-extract from my 2am Poetry folder.
âFlower boy will be back every day at seven.
I want him to forgive me for everything I have done, especially for what I didnât.
My heart screams into a chasm, my brain shuts down completely.
I assume I was once perfect, now I am cracked and deficient.â
- extract from my 2am poetry folder.
âFlower boy will be back every day at seven.
I want him to forgive me for everything I have done, especially for what I didnât.
My heart screams into a chasm, my brain shuts down completely.
I assume I was once perfect, now I am cracked and deficient.â
- extract from my 2am poetry folder.
Remembering that one time I went to a debate competition at a private school and all these people came in carrying MacBooks and all me and my partner had was a notebook and a blunt pencil between us, we debated against three almost identical ginger teenagers the first round, winning with seven minutes to spare so we ate all the breadsticks they had supplied as a refreshment. We then debated again and this time there were no ginger kids but three really nice ones and me and this girl were properly getting into it but then one of them just raised his hand and went-âI donât know if this is relevant but I made some memes about this debate,â and proceeded to show us almost an entire file of memes in the middle of a debate about whether or not to use social media as a place to find out about world events. This was happening at the same as two people we snuck in because they were above the age limit got disqualified for promoting illegal activities as they didnât specify about buying a newspaper in a shop. I have been invited back this year. How? I hear you ask? God himself doesnât know.
Remembering that one time I went to a debate competition at a private school and all these people came in carrying MacBooks and all me and my partner had was a notebook and a blunt pencil between us, we debated against three almost identical ginger teenagers the first round, winning with seven minutes to spare so we ate all the breadsticks they had supplied as a refreshment. We then debated again and this time there were no ginger kids but three really nice ones and me and this girl were properly getting into it but then one of them just raised his hand and went-âI donât know if this is relevant but I made some memes about this debate,â and proceeded to show us almost an entire file of memes in the middle of a debate about whether or not to use social media as a place to find out about world events. This was happening at the same as two people we snuck in because they were above the age limit got disqualified for promoting illegal activities as they didnât specify about buying a newspaper in a shop. I have been invited back this year. How? I hear you ask? God himself doesnât know.
Nothing like the annal celebration of the guy who tried to blow up Parliament that one time.
Nothing like the annal celebration of the guy who tried to blow up Parliament that one time.
DOCTOR WHO BECAUSE DAVID TENNANT IS BACK AND âI RECOGNISE THESE TEETHâ AND MY HEART HURTS AND I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES AND HEâS BACK. he is back. he is back