Mikasa

blessed with literature 🐈‍⬛

[myseriousmikasa]

Hii

little introduction,

likes: music, reading, writing, literature, animal

favourite movies & series: the perks of being a wallflower, dead poets society, the notebook, Gilmore girls

favourite bands/artists: Rammstein, Rage against the machine, Avantasia, Iron Maiden, MF DOOM, the Smiths

hobbies: art, poetry, reading, journalling, guitar, piano

[myseriousmikasa]

i need some advice!!

i dont know what my sexuality is but i have a boyfriend, but there is this girl that is on my mind. she has a girlfriend but keeps flirting with me and when i see her with her girlfriend or any friend thats a girl, i get really jealous. i do not know what to do but i know she likes me. i really like my boyfriend and waited so so long for him but now that i finally have him, something doesnt feel right.

help mee 🫶🏼🙏🏾

[myseriousmikasa]

i love this

[myseriousmikasa]

in a world full of Steve Harrington, i am Johnathan Byers

i just hate Steve fans hating on Johnathan just because of the photos he took, like did they forget the Steve quite literally hit Nancy and was quite rude to her in the beginning. But personally i don’t hate Steve i just prefer Johnathan.

[myseriousmikasa]

Blue

red was my favourite colour,

until our glance were shared, now its blue,

the most beautiful colours in a bright hue,

that feeling, so warm and radiant,

i knew before the words were shared,

the silent whispers of what i knew i always cared.

your words speak to me on a level i didn’t know i could reach,

for i never felt so much before,

so sudden but so needed; i forgot what i feels like to cry,

for i don’t need to anymore.

- me

[juliasbored]

[myseriousmikasa]

oh how i love the Dead Poets Society

[myseriousmikasa]

when i imagine love, i imagine two souls finishing a once dreamed of song, writing the lyrics as they grow old with one another; their love creates the bass of the music, finally bringing the rhythm together.

[myseriousmikasa]

Dancing our unwritten song.

two years of waiting,

but when i look, the words disappear,

for why’d it take me so long-

to accept your feelings weren’t here,

my soul still belongs in this tune,

to the lyrics that we never wrote,

took me years to understand what were hidden behind each note,

for this song i had written for us;

of what we could’ve been,

now it’s only me left dancing-

while you’re off chasing another dream,

so now i dance alone,

to a song that was meant for two,

never being able to experience the things that i wrote for you.

(i wish it had worked out..)