#craving sleep

[cdam10]

i'm gonna post this here so i don't forget dkskdj

the au is gonna have two writed versions. the spanish version, which is gonna be published on wattpad and the english version, on ao3.

wattpad's version will have some drawings as reference of some scenes (i will post them here anyway)

ao3's version is gonna have more codes and more backstory, probably, i'm still debating that (either way it's gonna be posted here)

[it's practically almost 5am here and i didn't sleep at all so, i'll probably edit this later]

[bye!]

HAVETHIS WIP BOTH IN SPANISH AND (bad) ENGLISH

"Santo Ajolote, ¿hace cuánto no había visto a Stanford de esa manera? Con aquellos ojos muertos y una sonrisa de oreja a oreja, se sentía como si mirara una versión joven del científico en aquella época en cuanto se conocieron… no quería admitirlo, pero como adoraba ese gesto."

...

"Dear Axolotl, when was the last time he saw Stanford like that? With those dead eyes and a big ass smile, it felt like he was looking a younger version of him in that era when they first met... he didn't wanted to admit it, but he loved that gesture."

[boy-of-moons-and-sea]

Clouded head

I’ve thinking to much,  The councilors tell me to distract myself. How can I focus on anything els when there’s screaming in my head?

“White cloud” she repeats as her lyrical psychological observations fall out, Thinking I’ve told her things when I still live with a monster in my head not just under my bed. White clouds-Ha! The white lines in my life are in the shape of sharp needles and physiological biological pills, nothing healing like her lyrical broken records. 

I’ve been thinking to much.... The thunder cracks my skull as the voices grow into a raging storm,

Distract yourself, what shit. I’ve learned to bottle these things up but there’s no more bottles to throw into the sea, no rescue or some holy saviour, no there is no God. The only God has forsaken this land and all who make tracks. Or maybe it’s only a few-I’m no angel with these blood shot eyes, I never picked a side. Plastic morals and social standers isn’t what I fight for, soul driven decisions of a broken human being with selfish morals. Survival of the fittest? Survival of the self aware rebelists, the unwanted sons or daughters with screaming voices.  

Let’s stop and think about this:

“Who would you live and die for on that list? But the problem is, there's another list that exists And no one really wants to think about this Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality If you get in between someone I love and me You're gonna feel the heat of my cavalry “

No the only holy thing I see is you...

I’ve been thinking to much. 

The marks of a fallen angel mark your skin, were self inflected hatred scrapped away at my own, maybe were just both forsake beings. But oh sweet soul these horizons aren’t what meets the eye, there are shadows that paint these grounds. Think to hard, drift to far and you’ll find you’re head in a dark cloud, choking on your own mortality. 

There is no God but there’s you....there’s me-maybe there’s no backtrack, but together we make our own heaven...

I’ve been thinking to much.... 

[bysexualthorin]

sometimes i want to sleep forever sometimes i never want to sleep

there is no in between

[thornaa]

When you wait all night for your brother to call because he asked for a lift and when you call him he doesn't need it anymore. I could be asleep right now.