rosewood

call me rose 🌹

[rose-w-00-d]

✨ Masterlist ✨

at the time of making this, i only have 3 (three) original works but i really do wanna make more! i’m hoping this masterlist is gonna help me publish more works even if they’re just drabbles <3

stories:

too faced pt. 2

drabbles:

a little thing about love

[rose-w-00-d]

would she recognize me?

the girl with plaits in her hair for church and frills on her socks. the girl who begged to fit in, knowing she was fundamentally different. the one who hopscotched at recess and played house with her friends. the one that was “too big and loud”. the one that giggled about boys. who somehow always knew they wouldn’t like her back. who loved velcro-ing to her mother. who cried for her father.

would she recognize the glasses that frame her future exhaustion? the wrists that have seen bracelets and scissors? the stomach she has tried so hard to hide even though her deepest laughs come from it? the legs that get wider as she sits? the feet she deems “too big”, like her?

no. i won’t let her.

she will see the hair that has been nurtured like the strongest roots of a flower. she will see her fathers face in her own, and love it harder. she will see the arms that pull herself from sinkholes in the bumpy road she calls her life. she will see the waist beads that adorn her, making her stretch marks look like the stripes of the wisest tiger. her legs will guide her to her future, healing and prosperous. she will see the anklets, gold like the cracks in her mind.

she will look up and smile. she will see how she’s grown. evolved.

and she will love me all the more for it.

[bnghvn]

[imsothoroughlymodern]

yes I DO cross my arms and pout when I’m upset, what about it?!

[rose-w-00-d]

i’m supposed to be cuddling with my love while we watch a random show on netflix that causes me to fall asleep on their chest in a cozy fashion. not doing my forensics assignment!!!

[rose-w-00-d]

Too Faced pt.2

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warnings: one censored swear. other than that Adrian’s pretty sarcastic

an: this is a continuation of this story. this one is more dialogue focused. there are more characters now and this is from Peter’s pov. enjoy!

“Somebody’s having a great afternoon.” Really? How could you tell? I think as I flop down on the bottom bunk.

“It will be great when I push you out of that chair and delete your saves. Isn’t it my turn anyway?” I say although muffled. Adrian turns the volume down on his game and turns around in his chair. He kicks my duffle bag out of the way.

Adrian curls an eyebrow at me. “From what I remember, you said you’d be gone for the whole night. Also, you do know these are your saves too, right?”

“Honestly, whatever. Probably won’t get up til morning anyways.” I grunt and turn around.

“Alright,” Adrian sighs and crosses his arms. “Are you just gonna lay there like an idiot or do you wanna talk about it?”

“Talking about it makes it true.” I muster some motivation to get up and face Adrian.

“Well knowing you, it’s probably your fault either way.”

“I just don’t understand why Kiara hates me now. Yesterday we were perfectly fine but just now she blew up at me and walked out. I don’t get it.” I huff out and walk around our shared room.

“Like I said, it’s probably your fault.” Adrian thinks for a little bit then starts again. “Think this has something to do with you talking to Bela yesterday?”

“Why would that have anything to do with it?”

“Nothing really. Just that Bela tries to make fun of Kiara any chance she gets.”

“Well, I never gave her anything to work with. You know I wouldn’t do that. It’s not like she can get much from just me saying her name.”

“She can and will do exactly that and more. Don’t you think mentioning Kiara would garner some attention?” He asks like I’m an idiot for not getting it by now. I might be, honestly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about dude.” I wave my hand, almost done with the conversation and sit back on the bed.

“Just think about it. I know you can't come to conclusions on your own.”

“But that doesn't-” Then it clicks. I knew Bela was smiling for a different reason. My mind goes back to yesterday and remembers seeing one of Bela’s friends talking to Kiara. She didn't seem happy but I didn’t know that it was my fault. “Oh sh*t.”

“There you go, see?”

“I have to go talk to Kiara. She probably thinks I'm a huge jerk now.” I race to put on my shoes and grab a hoodie to go out.

“It’s not too far from the truth.” I really didn’t need Adrian’s sarcasm right now. “Besides, it might be too late now.” The clock reads 7:15pm and is ticking down to curfew.

“Don’t care. Still have to try.” I almost trip over nothing in my hurry. “God, I hope she’s still outside.”

“I’ll be here if you fail.” Yeah, discouraging, I know. Unfortunately that’s just how Adrian wishes good luck to people. It always works though and I'm hoping the streak continues tonight.

[jupitersmusings]

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

[overlord-fire-bubble]

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

[tiny-kt]

this for real fucking works

[rose-w-00-d]

just a little thing abt love. (not proofread)

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‘hopeless romantic but high standards.’ sounds about right.

but, if i’m hopeless that means im desperate. people who have no hope wouldn’t be picky. “hopeless romantic” as in there’s no way to change how i see love. getting me to believe that love, true love, is anything but cosmic is hopeless. i have no idea why you would though.

do other people get a certain feeling from the touch of someone? no, not that feeling you’re thinking of. the warm, buzzing feeling that sprouts from the palm of your hand as it embraces someone else’s. hugging them, and feeling their muscles contract. their heart beating so close to yours, only being separated by muscle and bone. even knees touching while you sit close, talking about something completely insignificant; but it’s not. not with them.

oh, i’d listen for hours if i could. the way their vocal chords strum together to make the music that is the way they laugh. beethoven looks down from above, elated at the fact that the artistry and passion for music he’s produced for years lives in their voice. i’ve always wondered why whenever they speak, the birds chirp as if hearing one of their own.

will my voice sound like that to someone else? will someone have to wipe their palms after they hold my hand because of how sweaty they’ve become? does someone think about me? do they see me walk, and talk, and laugh with my friends and wish they could walk in sync? have they heard my laugh and tried to replay it in their mind, knowing that it won’t be as good as the original? have they?

will they?

[rose-w-00-d]

just a little thing abt love. (not proofread)

wc: 0.2k (278)

‘hopeless romantic but high standards.’ sounds about right.

but, if i’m hopeless that means im desperate. people who have no hope wouldn’t be picky. “hopeless romantic” as in there’s no way to change how i see love. getting me to believe that love, true love, is anything but cosmic is hopeless. i have no idea why you would though.

do other people get a certain feeling from the touch of someone? no, not that feeling you’re thinking of. the warm, buzzing feeling that sprouts from the palm of your hand as it embraces someone else’s. hugging them, and feeling their muscles contract. their heart beating so close to yours, only being separated by muscle and bone. even knees touching while you sit close, talking about something completely insignificant; but it’s not. not with them.

oh, i’d listen for hours if i could. the way their vocal chords strum together to make the music that is the way they laugh. beethoven looks down from above, elated at the fact that the artistry and passion for music he’s produced for years lives in their voice. i’ve always wondered why whenever they speak, the birds chirp as if hearing one of their own.

will my voice sound like that to someone else? will someone have to wipe their palms after they hold my hand because of how sweaty they’ve become? does someone think about me? do they see me walk, and talk, and laugh with my friends and wish they could walk in sync? have they heard my laugh and tried to replay it in their mind, knowing that it won’t be as good as the original? have they?

will they?

[rixenluv]

The photo speaks for itself and I stand by it.

[fuks]

[vanillacupcakefrosting]

I can’t claim truth for this because I don’t know why that would work so do it for fun

[night-owl-writes1]

[lacrymosadiesilla]

[rose-w-00-d]

authors note: i wrote this for a creative writing assignment at school and my friend thought it was good enough to post here ིྀ:) let me know if you want more!

ps. this came about from a stray kids fic i read so it is very loosely based on that

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It’s quiet in the mountains. Nature’s visuals seem to be painted meticulously when untouched. “Once it’s over,” my thoughts echoed, “everything goes back to normal.”

Did I really want that though?

I mean honestly, this never would have happened if I just took the elevator. But no. The urge to stretch my legs took over and I just had to comply. How is it that the stairwell was empty except for him. At any normal glance in the hallway, Peter just seemed like a kid going through the motions at school. Wishing senior year would be over already. But really, who didn’t?

You’d also assume that he only spoke to answer a question. Or only ever ask the teacher something strictly at the end of class to avoid a spotlight. Oh my god, you’d be wrong about that too. Not to say he was obnoxious or anything, but any conversation never seemed to end with him. It was amazing how he got his work done on time. Especially when he was an ace in extracurriculars. You name it, he did it.

Yet somehow in the hallways, you couldn’t even sense his presence. Everyone seemed to roll with it though. Only quiet acknowledgments were thrown his way and short low answers were received. I never thought it was normal. Sure people didn’t like to talk. That’s perfectly fine and normal. This wasn’t to me. Something was telling me these interactions he had were exhausting for him. But who am I to assume?

It might be too cliche to say we take Earth for granted. To be fair, if it’s repeated enough times, people start to listen. It’s only now that I sit here, on the small hilltop, that I see everything. It’s too much all at once. Once it’s over, everything goes back to normal. I knew this was only conditional. It was only for this week. Next time I see him, I won’t in a way. That doesn’t mean I won’t think about it.

“I thought you didn’t like the cold.” Of course he’s here. I know he’s speaking but I don’t wanna turn around. I don’t wanna face him right now. “And I thought, you’d never talk to me again. I guess we both lied.” The words spill out faster than I can catch them. Did I mean that? I mean, I might’ve but I didn’t want him to hear it.

“How long are you going to feel that way?” Don’t turn around. “As long as it takes to make you leave.” The leaves on the ground make for a terrible cover as I hear him get just an inch closer. “What if I don’t want to leave?” “I forget how stubborn you are.” The bluntness of my words still cut through the air. Clearly I don’t want to talk. Why does he keep going? The wind gets stronger for a moment and I hug myself, shivering. I really don’t like the cold. Apparently, it’s so loud I never noticed him standing next to me. But we’re still silent.

“Why are you here anyway?” The question comes out harsher than I expected. “Would you believe me if I said it’s for the scenery?” “Not at all.” Is there a possibility that’s the reason and him talking to me was just something that came up along the way? Sure. Is that the actual reason? No.

He goes to speak but pauses. Guess he doesn’t want to hurt me even more. How kind of him. “Listen. I don’t know what I did bu-“ “If you don’t know don’t bother saying sorry. It’d mean nothing.” Before he starts again, I’m on my feet walking away. I don’t care if he’s still standing there. I don’t care if he’s following me. Maybe now he’d get the hint.

Why did I come out here in the first place?