#5.10.2022

[rbf451]

mikkodoingthings two ig stories 5.10.2022

[moonofiron]

listen love you have to nurse the evil you have to take care of it like you would take care of a growing child the evil is your own offspring would you hate your own child would you neglect your own child listen love you have to cradle the evil in your hands and smother it with kisses like a new mother often does with her plump child the cackle of your child the cackle of evil must become the song of your nights and mornings and I promise one day you'll find three of yourselves merging into a single streak of lightning against a sky that is both light and dark at once

[denseboy]

if you search up cool boy on Google images he shows up:

yes

[prosy-days]

October 5, 2022 - Day 108

The sun finally came out again and I immediately went for a walk.

[puregrief]

كنت بتكلم مع صاحبتي من كام يوم عن إنه ما أنا حلوة أهو وبخرج وحاطة ميك-أب كمان وزي الفل حزن ايه بس وتروما ايه اللي بتعامل معاها أو مش عارفة أتعامل معاها، وهي قالتلي إنه دي المشكلة أو ده اللي يقلق أساسًا. بصراحة أنا قلقانة كمان من اللي دماغي بتعمله فيا الأيام دي وقد ايه detached عن كل حاجة كده ومبسمحش لنفسي حتى أستغرق في التفكير وأشوف ايه اللي بيحصل في حياتي أو معايا. والله الموضوع مرعب بس مش عارفة أعبر عنه.

[puregrief]

مش عايزة أفتكر بجد قد ايه السنة دي مختلفة تمامًا عن السنة اللي فاتت وقد ايه كل حاجة، بمعنى كل حاجة، أبشع مليون مرة عن ما كانت. كل ما أشوف الميموريز أو أي ذكرى تعدي على دماغي بعيط والله. نفسي السنة دي متخلصش غير وأنا خلصانة معاها عشان كفاية كده يا برو. بجد كفاية فشخ.

[sans-dream]

5.10.2022

I don’t think if there’s any sense in describing each day of my dull existence

Today we did another things to cheer-me-up, which became our saying by now. Going out and doing things to cheer me up

We’ve been to opera, which was very funny, as he kept telling me each time singers messed up or forgot their lines. We left giggling and people were looking at us with disgust in their eyes as the play was very sad, or at least aimed to be

We ate lunch with my favorite friends of him. They are always kind to me.

I somehow feel that he has changed. Maybe Paris changed him? Now he’s acting more like my guardian than love of my life but I’m probably just exaggerating.

He thought he flushed all my pills today but I still have some of them stored for the darkest of hours

Life is bittersweet but at this point I don’t know what exactly «life» is so I don’t really care

World is closing its eyes and so am I, wishing for sweet dreams

Good-night

[moonofiron]

In eternal love with my unborn