#3a.m.

[s-m-t-m-m]

Me siento sola,estoy rodeada de gente,pero el sentimiento de soledad es constante en mi vida.

Estoy sola en el sentido de que soy incomprendida.

-M

[daniela1310stuff]

Son las 3 a.m. y aquí estoy, DE NUEVO.

[gulaabjamoon]

3AM is like the calmest time

[mid-nightautumn]

3A.M.- A HORROR STORY By M. Routray

3A.M.- A HORROR STORY By M. Routray

3 A.M. Tring…tring…tring. The clock struck three in the middle of night. The atmosphere soon changed. No. If you think the atmosphere became silent, then you are wrong. It was quite the opposite actually. At 3 A.M., the previously eerily silent streets of the Moon-night society suddenly became noisy. The environment became way too loud and annoying, totally opposite to how it should have…

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[justthoughtsbeforebed-blog]

Best Thing Ever

The best experience ever is when your parent(s), and siblings if you have any, leave the house and you're all alone so you grab your computer, hook it up to your TV, play your favorite musicals, and reenact the scenes. What's even better is you can be as loud as you want because who the hell cares if Hellen from next door hears? What's she going to do? Tell on me? Lmao my mom won't ground me for singing sweety. I fucking dare you to tell my mom half the lyrics I was screaming. As long as they're from a song she doesn't give a fUCK-

And then when you're done screaming shit from musicals you lay down on the couch or something and just,, question your existence. Then you start imagining an alternate universe where you're a celebrity and you're in some deep fucking celebrity drama. On top of all the drama you have to keep a secret that you're working for the Mafia. Because goddamnit having some Mary Sue type alternate universe going on in your head is the best thing ever.

After you're done with that you just draw and listen to artists rant or Shane Dawson's videos. Them your mom comes home and tells you to go to bed because it's 3 a.m.

What's even better is having a friend join you throughout those events.

[lostwithinmysoul]

3 A.M. Thoughts: You

You. Heh. It's 3 a.m. and you are the only thing running through my mind. But honestly, there's nothing new about that. I don't think you understand the effect that you have on me. See, you consume my entire being. Everything about you has twined it's way into my veins. You push, I push. You pull, I pull. It's like I can't even be a separate person without you around. I live in your shadow and although sometimes it's cold, I'm okay. I've found my warmth within you. You are the light that has guided me through the darkness. You are the saving grace, that last sliver of hope that I hold onto to get me through the day. Through this life. I lie in bed and the only thing I can think about is the way your face shines when you step into the room. Radiant. Everything seems to keep going but for me? Everything is in slow motion. As you step into the room, through the door, everything inside of me stops and the only sound I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I would do anything for you. I would die for you. Is that obsession? Is it wrong for someone to be okay with sacrificing their life so another can live on? See when you put it that way it seems almost chivalrous. But see, if I were to say I'd kill for you? That there. That seems possessive. Obsessive. Insane, even. When you take a step back and look at the bigger picture, what really is the difference? If you were in danger, I should naturally protect you. I guess you just don't understand that yet. I took a walk in the park before I started to write this. I could only imagine how beautiful you'd look under those stars. The way your smile would sink into me like a bullet through the skin. Smooth. Quick. It's just you. The desire I feel inside myself to oh, so longingly, be held by you. To feel your breath hot on my skin. Lips wistfully scanning my body, like they're hungry. Longing to pull something within them. Your eyes stare me down like it's the last you'll see of me. Your hands. God, don't get me started. They're so soft against my skin, but I know they're strong from when your hands had been around my throat. You're not abusive, no, you're far from that. It's a mutual pain we've agreed to share. Something we've taken on together. A journey to discover the pleasure within the pain. I wonder how you'd feel if you knew how deep in I really was. Is this something serious for you? I don't know the lengths you'd take for me but your life is pretty glamourous and I don't want to take that away from you. I wonder if you're happy with the life I've tried to give you. You'd probably think I was crazy if you knew what I had done for you. My eyes are growing heavy now. I think my mind is ready to rest. I can't wait to see you when I close them. I've enjoyed this moment. I already know where my thoughts will be tomorrow. You.

[pumpkin1197]

3 a.m. approaches?

Still no emotions?

[padawan-crevette]

Look at what came in the mail today!

Thank you @officialkriskoe for writing this. I think I just got myself the best (early) birthday present ever. I’m so happy to finally own that book, and to know I’ll have it on my shelves, with your name on it. And it looks so cool! Now you can see that your book has made its way to France. :) I’ll treat your baby well!