#{of the mind}

[thisishistoreh]

The thing about Noel Gallagher's 15-year self-imposed hell during which every single song he wrote was pining for someone lost you can't go back to, the one that got away, wanting to run away with someone and go back and do things differently etc. etc. is that it really was self-imposed. Who was stopping him from saying hello to Liam after like, a year of sulking, max

[ivi-prism]

I have to enroll classes and my turn sucks so is probably gonna be the hunger games

Pleasure knowing you folks o7

[corvid-lullaby]

FFxiv Write: Prompt #8: Clamor

The mind is a complicated thing. Yet this thing is endlessly delicate.

That was far too obvious to me now, after being such an ignorant piece of shit for far too long.

Really! The hell was I even thinking? I thought to myself. I degraded myself, much like the others did.

“You’re weak.” “You weren’t cut out for this kind of role.” “If ------ were here.” “We wouldn’t be in this kind of crap if it were ------.” “Why couldn’t you do better like ------?”

Who? Hell, the name isn’t even coming to me anymore. It’s just some high-pitched whir. Not like it matters anymore, yeah sis?

Shit-... When did it come to this? Yet I’m nothing more than a doormat, even to my own fucking subordinates. Even my little sister is dead now. Her memorial isn’t doing shit to help light up this room.

About the only fucking thing comforting in here is this knife infront of me. I’m ecstatic to feel it slide through my guts to give me the release I need.

I did everything! I did everything I could- to the best of my ability! I’ve got nothing left to give I don’t want this anymore I don’t even see a point to it anymore I hate it Fuck it Fuck it all When the hell have I sunk so far into this shit I’m worthless I’m stupid I don’t have anyone for myself anymore Not even my old friends Not even family Not even ------

Let me die.

Then let me take you under my wing.

FFxivWrite2020 Master Post Gif Sources: X X

[jennhoney]

I wish I had cloud fabric.

[thememoiristslosttrain]

Sometimes I have a million thoughts permeating through my mind all at once and yet I can focus on them one by one. Then there are days where butterflies fly out of my ear from the sheer lack of activity.

Yours truly