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[badacts]

formerlyfebricant replied to your post “me, scrolling tumblr and then stopping to make this post: why does...”

65k into something: same

there are two types of writers: you, and then me, who has been writing all afternoon and is still trying to break 2k words

[juniorthegooner]

just remembered i will indeed have to come out to my parents in the next three months

[aloyssobek]

Look i love my dog she's actually quite good overall but like....fucking hell housetraining can be frustrating

[poetothemoonshild]

A four year old unrequited love

When I watch this screen once or twice, A third fourth or even six or nine no, A million times over. My heart beating in my throat as tears swell up down my eyes no . When i get a panic over me and i want to call you so no and no. If this tornado or feelings turn to tears  and even when you go. No ! I won’t want to hear it cause my heart would splinter. In once or twice, A third fourth or six or nine no, A million times over! When I picture you like a picture book which you would told me to burn. But instead would hide in the closet of my heart no... Don’t think your special... Cause your not! She won’t even remember your name, In a year of one two , Three of four six or nine no, She will remember but won’t don’t want to remember, the girl who loved her so .        

[poetothemoonshild]

Writersblock

She had written words before,

Unsure of what they meant.

As if they were a reflection,

A hidden message she would send.

She often listened to stories that were far greater than her own,

And she treasured every single one of them so she never felt alone.

She had written stories as if ink run through her veins,

but she knew it wasn’t good enough, cause all ink will stain.

She wanted to become a writer but every story she had made.

Were torn like old letters, so no one could feel her hate.

She never finished her stories, the reason was very plain. She didn’t believe in happy endings.

Cause in the end all inkt will stain.

-N

[poetothemoonshild]

The ice queen

You,

Please look at me.

Won’t you talk to me?

You with your eyes like ice so cold.

Hey you!

With your sweet lies.

Those beautiful eyes,

with your sharp tongue saying you don’t belong at my side.

You…

With your short hair,

Kissing me everywhere.

You swept me of my feet again.

How could you not see,

How much you’ve done.

What strangers we have become,

again.

You with your words like knives,

Ending all those lives. By saying that you love them.

You,

With your big smile. Looking somewhere different again.

You with the giggle to die for. I’m so sure I fell in love again.

Too bad your heart is still frozen.

-N

[poetothemoonshild]

Beauty and her beast

The beast and the pretty girl, always want to make me hearl.

In the end he is still a beast. And he was more wicked that the witch of the east. -N