#no spark

[insanefrigidbitch]

“safe to say, there was no fucking spark”

riiiiiiiiiiigggghhhhhhhhttttt

[rattusrattus3]

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[roadtotake]

The Quiet Departure

They had built a world together, brick by brick, a masterpiece of shared dreams and silent promises. It was a world painted with hues of laughter, where the symphony of their hearts was a constant melody. But now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows, the colors were fading, replaced by a monochromatic canvas of silence and solitude.

It wasn't a sudden storm that had ravaged their paradise; it was a slow, insidious creep of indifference. Like the gradual retreat of the tide, their love had ebbed away, leaving behind damp footprints of what once was. There were no dramatic arguments, no earth-shattering revelations. Just a quiet, almost imperceptible shift in the undercurrents of their affection.

He would come home, tired from the day's battles, and she would greet him with a smile that felt more like a practiced routine than a genuine expression of joy. They would dine together, a forced camaraderie replacing the once-intimate sharing of stories and dreams. The nights, once filled with whispered secrets and stolen kisses, now stretched into endless voids of silence, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock.

She would catch glimpses of him, lost in thought, a distant look in his eyes that spoke of a world she was no longer a part of. And he, in turn, would notice the growing chasm between them, a silent void that echoed with the absence of what they once shared.

It was as if they were two ships, once sailing side by side, now drifting apart, carried away by unseen currents. The fear of losing each other was a constant companion, but so was the terrifying realization that perhaps they were already lost.

They clung to the remnants of their love like survivors to a shipwreck, hoping against hope that a rescue would arrive. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the hope began to dwindle, replaced by a cold, hard truth: their love story was reaching its bittersweet end.

And so, they existed in a state of suspended animation, trapped in a love that was dying, yet afraid to let it go.

[shadowrun-effect]

Oh man....

drawing - farewell. Not sure if I can manage to draw anything in the coming time. So drained. Pictures in my head but I can’t realize them. Energy for continuing my fanfiction’s running out, too... frustrating times... -_- a year before there was so much fire, a spark. Now it’s just kind of gone...

[rare-prism-s]

so. X is in my chaldea now

[galpalaven]

I want to write but it was making me upset the other day so I told myself I’d wait until after the holidays/possibly after New Years to try again but

But I wanna write Julian

[spnaturalconfessions]