#lowkey personal

[the-patron-saint-of-quickdraw]

The very violent realization that Eris is my favorite Destiny character because i think i see a lot of myself and my lived experiences within her.

She lost everything and became physically altered forever, unable to truly shake the past, and as someone who escaped a traumatic situation with nothing except a new physical disability, there’s something so violently resonating about her. 💚

I also think she’s autistic coded but maybe that’s also me projecting

[vermin-and-the-maggots]

I met my friends in the afternoon for a silly evening and well we yapped so long about enjoltaire that I'm currently walking home at sunrise

[humblyhobbit]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

i haven’t written much recently, but i just wrote this poem so here you guys go , i’m feeding you 🤲🏾

The Aster

I have gone by the name ‘Aster’ for as long as I remember

although I do not remember too much.

It started as just a random name to cling to

a soft blanket around me

a mask to clutch.

No matter the weather

wind, rain or shine,

I hear it come from someone’s mouth every time.

As if it was natural

as if it was right

as if it was something I should cherish

not something I should fight.

An aster is a flower

dainty and pure

it comes from stars in the sky.

it is lovely

it is simple

it is pretty

but it’s everything I am not.

I’m not a flower,

dainty and pure.

I cannot grace the presence of others with my glittering grandeur.

I’m silly

I’m tacky

I’m a hypocrite

and I hardly recognize who I see in the mirror each day.

A flower is resilient,

and blooms beautifully

no matter wind, rain or shine.

It firmly plants its roots in the soil it was blown into.

It doesn’t falter

it doesn’t whine.

So tell me little flower

who may I be?

Your pointed petals speak to me.

So tell me little flower

am I an aster like you?

Your name itself is just too cute.

So if I may little flower

although it may not seem too fair

can I borrow your name,

just once,

and I’ll get out of your hair?

You are my flowery facade

my mask I tightly clutch

you are my safety blanket

and I live in your shadow

although it may seem too much.

you’re comforting

you’re reliable

You are safe.

But I know all too well

that this safety of mine will not last for too long.

I feel my mask wither and twitch

and it tells me something is wrong.

This name that I have clung to

no matter how hard I pull and tug

could never be mine alone.

I knew it when it didn’t fit on my face right

when the nooks and crannies of my face rejected it

I knew it when it fell off at times

and I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces

because this mask of mine is fragile

So for the last time

I pick up the broken pieces

but do not piece them back together

Because the aster is resilient

it stands its ground.

It moves forward

even with a frown.

And although it is painful

and brings me much sorrow

I will return the name I have held

for it does not fit me any longer.

Thank you little flower

for you have given much joy.

But I must move on to better things,

hobbies and interests I enjoy.

The little fragments of the name I once used

stay with me,

indubitably fused.

So please remember

the next time you see my face

that I am not a flower

although you may see a trace

Like the embers of my carefully picked name

I too will fall

But no worries

do not fret

because to this flower of mine

I have finally paid my debt.

[elfwoodfae]

The urge to change my profile picture to one of me and the urge to remain anonymous really be eating me daily 🥹

[uh-e-rinnie]

whenever i rewatch the episodes and think of the current state of patton i always remember some stuff my friend told me when we had a conversation a bit ago, it was like a sad tiring day for both of us and we were both in low moods.

now this isn't exactly how i remember it, but it went something like; "Have you ever had that realization that maybe what you were doing right wasn't actually right, and you try to make things up, but you keep messing up? And then you panic, and fall back into those old habits, and then when you realize it you panic again. It's an insane cycle of guilt; 'I try to hard to be a good person, but if I'm trying, does that mean I'm really not one?'. Something like that."

"If I could take those bad decisions back I would, but I can't. And I wouldn't even know I would now had I not done those things back then. This is consequence, I guess."

that friend is fine now dw this was from a while ago.

[fantasticfables]

All you fanfic people raved so much about leather pants that I finally went and got a pair :))))))

[fanfictionwriter101]

I have been writing for an hour now

[thesoundofmadness]

Don't tell someone to shut up when they're talking about something they like/ are passionate about