No title.

This is just a public diary I keep in hope of strangers backing me up, don’t expect anything great to come out of this (not yet anyways). And if you’re wondering what those birds are eating, it’s a potato.

[jordeclans]

"i asked chatgpt" okay i asked the magical sentient forest that i sacrificed my eyes and hands to... we r not the same

[purpleisacolor]

“Dou muita volta e volta e meia ainda volto pra você”

Are we doomed to be alone forever? Is there such thing as truthful connection? You think you can tell them anything until you suddenly can’t. Until you feel so distant is scary. Until a week has passed without us talking right, a month without seeing each other. And then, I’m faced with fear. What if it’s not all that my in-love heart believed to be?

“Ando tão à flor da pele que meu desejo se confunde com vontade de não ser”

There I was, laying on my side, alone and feeling the weight of my loneliness. Long distance relationship has been a painful hit on me. I never get all the connection I desire. Conversations have to be scheduled to work out. Four months ago, I stared at him at his graduation, absolutely enchanted with the literal sword he was bearing. To see that man getting recognition for amazing achievements, the man that became the one I love. He was everything I wanted. We had even decided to go to collages at very close places before we even knew each other. Until he passed and I didn’t. Until the result tore apart my dream of going to the best college in the country and gave him his dream of becoming a doctor.

“Enfim/Volto ao jardim/Com a certeza que devo chorar/Pois bem sei que não queres voltar”

So, minds and hearts absolutely drowning in love, we could not break up. A respectful, intelligent, caring man that gets me. “You get me and I get you” he said. It’s true. The day he left we were inseparable. Today I feel like a part of me is missing. And it makes me feel so lost I can’t even seem to find him.

“Enquanto isso navegando eu vou sem paz/ Sem ter um porto, quase morto sem um cais”

In not finding him, or myself, I can only find despair inside my being. The amount I crave and can’t achieve is tearing me apart. I’m terrified of losing him by screwing something up, or just purely due to losing intimacy. While I wish to cry on his shoulders I only got the option of laying alone and crying.

“Você me falou pra eu não me preocupar, ter fé e ver coragem no amor”

Uncertainty is so scary.

[shisasan]

Roberto Ferri, L’Amore La Morte E Il Sogno, 2017, detail

[tempest-tales]

Ogni persona agisce in base al suo livello di maturità, empatia e intelligenza. Quando qualcuno si comporta male con te è un riflesso dei problemi che ha con se stesso e non con te.

[pazza-ma-di-che]

Così è la vita (1998)

[raccoglitricedisognimaledetti]

[gocciadentroalmare]

[moonlitfairytale]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[writing-prompt-s]

You are an immortal, having to deal with the rather troublesome rumour that your blood grants immortal life. However, what those after your blood don’t know is that since you can’t die, you are an excellent host to several deadly bacteria and viruses-all existing peacefully in your blood.

[purpleisacolor]

oh my I had a vision of a good story

[purpleisacolor]

picture more than one pov, one of the witch, one of the adventurer who is going after the witch (is he crazy ambitious? - slytherin like - or is he crazy idealizing - gryffindor like?), probably one or two people in the adventure with him too of which also have a pov, and the random creatures they meet along the way of finding the witch

Ohh I love some fantasy stories

[writing-prompt-s]

You are an immortal, having to deal with the rather troublesome rumour that your blood grants immortal life. However, what those after your blood don’t know is that since you can’t die, you are an excellent host to several deadly bacteria and viruses-all existing peacefully in your blood.

[purpleisacolor]

oh my I had a vision of a good story

[thedevils1971]

the demon (1963) dir. brunello rondi

[sttinkky]

An overgrown light pole in Poland

[remanence-of-love]

[thecollectibles]

Steven Universe - Art Nouveau Series by Alexa Rockman

[purpleisacolor]

I JUST WANNA DATE SOMEONE I CANNOT TAKEN LIVING IN THIS LIMBO ANYMORE

[cuckerella-deactivated20250814]

[apartment-mbti]

The Types as Things People Forget Often

ENTJ: Giving things back. “Oh, I’ll give your book back. I actually haven’t started it; I’ve been really busy.”

ENTP: Responsibilities. “We had homework? Whoops. Can I copy yours?”

ENFJ: Taking tags/stickers off clothes. “I was walking around all day with this on. I didn’t even notice until you pointed it out, thanks.”

ENFP: Why they walked into a room. “I swear I needed to be in here for something. *walks out of room* *remembers*” 

ESTJ: Forgetting. “Oh, that’s the shirt you wore exactly 2 months and 3 days ago. I like it on you, by the way.”

ESTP: Passwords. ”How am I supposed to remember what I was thinking when I made this account?” 

ESFJ: What they’ve said already. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you already heard about when my dog chased that bear.”

ESFP: Names/faces. “Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages! (I have no idea who the heck they are).”

INTJ: Birthdays. “I got you this [on the way here]. Happy birthday!”

INTP: Replying to texts. “It’s fine; I’ll get it later. I should probably turn off read receipts if I’m going to keep doing this…”

INFJ: Where you parked. “I’m sure it was somewhere in the parking lot. It’s black. I think I was next to a car that had dice hanging from their mirror?”

INFP: Words. “What’s the word that is like upset but closer to uncomfortable and for whatever reason makes me think of the color green? I think it starts with S.”

ISTJ: Watching things you suggested. “I just haven’t gotten around to it.” (not at all from experience)

ISTP: Plans. “I definitely didn’t forget we were going to dinner. I’ll be there soon.”

ISFJ: Setting an alarm. “Shoot, I forgot to remind myself to remember!”

ISFP: Song titles/lyrics. “Who sings this? Wait, don’t tell me. I know this. I know this.”

[purpleisacolor]

I’m not ironically known for forgetting people’s birthdays.

I had a friend once who made a count down for his birthday, like every day for a month before it, telling me of course, and when the day came I literally forgot. He had to remind me.

Happens every year. I always say “this year I’m not going to forget”. I forget.