#1:14am

[ajyal-azez]

فالجميلُ بِإنها تعرف قيمة نفسها،

لا تسعى لمطاردة أحدًا بقدر ما تسعى لنور ذاتها فقط.

[ar-ie-s-ve-nu-s]

Sleeping time 💤

Good night Tumblrs ❤️...

[mari-ca7]

Randy Cunningham has a sad ending

okay okay, so like I just realized something. Randy might never really remember that he met Danny or Jake after this bc he basically is mind wiped after his senior year( or maybe a little afterward) and will eventually meet up with them on the street at some point of time after high school and won't remember who the heck Danny and Jake are, and somewhat sad bc if they actually do meet afterward at some pointRandy won't have any idea that Jake is a dragon and Danny is the Phantom. And I think that’s incredibly sad since its a kid having lost memories of meeting heroes and meeting them again to not at all knowing who the heck they are. 

Though Jake might have an idea that Randy losses his memory eventually, considering that he would have knowledge of most things with his grandfather and Fu giving him lessons of magical being and such. Which I still kinda find it conflicting with Howard most likely still being able to remember and never being able to tell randy of their fun times when he was the ninja because that was the majority of his high school career and they can’t really go back to it because of the ninja identity being a secret.

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this is mostly based off of the age accurate secret trio by @thickerthanectoplasm

[raicheu]

When im numb, i have a tendency to avoid looking at people's faces because im afraid of seeing their facial expressions and wanting to kill myself bc i can never feel what they feel

[miwachan2]

want to die

[blvckpxwer]

february sixth, twenty-eighteen

sometimes, or maybe a lot more than sometimes, i hide my fear of having to be a functional adult with real responsibilities behind my youth and the fact that i am still in touch with my inner child. we are only born with two fears, only one of them matters in this conversation... and that is the fear of falling. that fear for me has evolved way beyond the sense of physically being dropped or pushed or whatever. it has evolved into a fear of falling in love, falling into a life of habit, falling and being unable to dust myself off and being stuck in ruins. i've written countless journal entries about it, even as a depressed adolescent... especially as a depressed adolescent. these are things i'm confronting, head on, because you can't be so afraid of someone or something holding you back that you do it yourself. and really can you ever be happy if you don't do something that scares you or makes you uncomfortable every once in a while? i don't think so. however, i do think its time to fall... and open myself up to falling and getting up and starting again, and hell, falling even more after that. its bound to happen.

[my-adventure-begins-here]

1:10am

I want someone who can understand and accept why I am so broken and love me anyways.

[liv-ing-loud-ly]

And maybe it is odd, To feel beautiful At such a random time. 1:14am. But just because you're wearing only a sweater And your hair is a sloppy version Of that day's hairstyle Don't let anyone make you feel differently. Leave the desk messy, Because it's still beautiful And you're also messy, But remain beautiful.