#my think

[mirarin1]

Gürültülü müziğin arkasına sığınmıştı

Bıraktı her şeyi tek tek

Ve karıştı kalabalığın içindeki yalnızlığa

-Mini

(S)he took refuge behind the loud music

(S)he left everything one by one

And mixed in the loneliness in the crowd

-Mini

[mirarin1]

Son baştı, başta son...

-Mini

Last is the start, Start is the end...

-Mini

[mirarin1]

Yaşıyor olsa bile insanların ölebildiğini öğrendi.

-Mini

Even if (s)he is alive, learned that people can die.

-Mini

[bitatulipa]

i feel hot like warm and stuff fjsnckdjdjd

hold my hand please fjdnf ufh

time doesn't exist

ten minutes is five days and three seconds is a minute

an hour is five minutes and a year is twenty five weeks

i want a big comfy and soft bed and lots of sets of bed stuff like pretty and soft and comfy covers and big soft pillows

cjdnfj so many pillows please

and like a lot of plushies

soft

big and stuff

not too big all of them but like some big

soft

cjdnfndn

also ufh cuddles

[someobscurereference]

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it’s so weird how sometimes i’ll be reminded of original story plots i had pushed to the back of my mind and i wonder if i’ll ever write them

[alot-of-draws]

sometimes

i visit the blogs who reblog my work and then sometimes i'm traumatised (´Д` )

[lilianaobregon]

Cuando más de la mitad de las cosas te salen mal, cuando no tienes esperanzas ni ganas de nada porque te sale todo mal, ¿qué se puede hacer? No hay cosa que haga y me salga bien con todos es igual, ya no pienso en nada bueno, siempre ocurre lo malo, ya no soy como antes intento ser lo que era y mi yo no puede, me siento como una puta mierda pienso mil veces en las cosas que hago, y aun asi salen fatal, estoy en la mierda pero es lo que hay algún día llegará lo bueno.