I don't always like what i write, but here are my favorites:
Love, unnamed
Error 408: Took Too Long
Now We Watch The Credits Roll
Sweet Tooth Rot
Take Another Shot
Stay A While
Cyberlove
And my first:
The Bittersweet Wound
Hey there, stranger :) welcome to this void my restless mind calls home <3
Not sure how you ended up here, maybe your doomscrolling finaly brought you to the dead ends of Tumblr, or you were cursed with already knowing me, or you probably saw me reblogging this garbage on one of the million communities I'm in. Either way......
Can I Waste Your Time?
I know it's kind of selfish of me to just leave like this, but i honestly can't do it anymore. I wanted to say goodbye to everyone but truth is i suck at goodbyes, especially when I'm the one who has to say them. Plus I'm too coward to send a goodbye like that.
I don't know how many times i edited this trying to write the perfect goodbye, but goodbye has never been perfect. It's always this broken, blurry glass we have to look through until it passes. I tried coming back because that somehow always kind of helps, i mean it did for a few hours, but I'm just empty and overwhelmed it's too much for me.
If blocking this blog makes you feel more comfortable or whatever, i promise I'll understand. It's not like I'll be here anyways. But if you still want to linger here, that's totally fine. We'll just haunt this place together <3
So to my moots, followers, and the strangers that might end up here. Even though we've never talked or just stopped talking at all, or talk all the time. You've been super great. Each and every single one of you played a specific role in my life, maybe you've never even realized it.
A little confession: i hate being vulnerable, i hate knowing people can read my pain, i hate knowing that someone could know exactly what I'm going through, but somehow each stupid like and each random follow and confusing messages encouraged me to share more. The kind of comforting i didn't realize could exist.
I'm glad i got to experience what it really feels like to finally open up to someone who doesn't get paid for it, even if it was to strangers on the internet. I'm gone, but I'll let this blog linger as my ghost. I'll let it stay, maybe as a reminder that i did exist because quite frankly only strangers ever noticed my presence.
So i, A҉y҉a҉n҉d҉a҉, owner of this horrid blog i had to think twice before making, leave my skeleton to rot here. So you'll come check out the remaining bones of someone who chose to leave, or a stranger will bump into this digital diary and fall in love with my pain, or maybe i just wanna be more than a memory.
Either way this is the end of the rode for me. Adios mi amigos. (If i even said that right)
I guess my mother was right, i am an impatient child.
Don't think anyone got this far, but if you did. Thank you for everything, even if you felt like it was "just nothing." It's more than you'll ever know.
Te bloquee de mis redes para que mi inconciente no sea capaz de buscarte, Borre cada rastro de conversaciones tuya asi mi insomnio no me traiciona y Cuando preguntan por ti evito nombrarte porque te convertiste uno mas que me prometio un felices por siempre y solo duro un momento de dopamina.
"No me acostumbres a hablar todos los días contigo o siempre querré hablarte.
No me acostumbres a decirme cosas lindas o querré escucharlas de ti todo el tiempo. No me acostumbres a escucharte o tu voz se volverá mi adicción. No me acostumbres a quererte sino me vas a querer de vuelta. No me acostumbres a ti, sino te vas a quedar."
Y es que hablar contigo en todo momento, oirte decirme las cosas más bellas y hermosas, escucharte mientras las susurras a mí oído y sentir que se vuelven mi adicción a amarte, encariñarme, sentirte en mi y querer de vuelta todo y a montones... Lo cierto es que hace que me acostumbré a ti y tengo miedo de que no te vayas a quedar a mi lado.
