#nopunctuation

[3x0tic-fl0wer]

It’s not fair why do your shitty friends get your attention mean while they weren’t there for you a month ago and you did nothing but complain about how shitty they are and how they never include you in anything and all the shitty things they do and I was always there no matter what and all you did was kick me to the side

[hyphencathy]

Silence

It was always packed at Paddington at four so much so that Cathy considered as she always did getting off of the tube and continuing her time-wasting by foot for today especially that would slow down time nicely but the train was already moving off and Cathy had found her seat her favourite seat only person in London her mother always said to love the tubes she settled her book on her lap and faced the blank pages they were always blank these days her eye was caught by the flicker of a mouse tail nearby it was the shoe lace of the boy next to her scattered in artistic disarray across the floor his sleeves were slumped at his side and his baggy jersey straightened and creased as the body beneath sighed to the beating hooves beneath the train eyes were closed beneath the brim of his hood but Cathy knew he was not asleep probably just pretending she peered closer at the laces under the rims of her glasses they were an ombre of mud and dyed nylon the result of a thousand careless wanderings maybe late at night in places you wouldn’t expect mud to reach  like a corner of Camden or a dark alley in the East end under spider-webbed streetlamps that block out the stars she turned back to her page but her eye was caught again by something falling nearby she scratched that something fluttering nearby it was made of paper but it wasn’t a shopping list and it wasn’t a letter that much she could be certain of it was something official a ticket of some kind maybe it was for the cinema from the date-night of a failed romance or a train ticket one to visit someone who lies ill a grandmother with her eyes barely open waiting hopefully desperately expectantly for her grandson to arrive to say his goodbye but will he come will he ever make it if this ticket lies abandoned trodden into the chewing gum and dust to leave her waiting always waiting?

Gently, Cathy reached down and picked up the ticket to give back to the boy.

[-anditspread]

So many people I follow reblog stuff that's hating on white people and I'm just in the corner like I know you right but I know so many white people that aren't part of the problem but if I were to message them and be like "not all white people" I'd be part of the problem so I say nothing. The end.

[daughteroftherisenking-blog]

If you are not patient then you don't have love because the first thing that love is that's right patient

[elizabethina-blog]

Molly Bloom's Soliloquy--60 pages without punctuation.

I wish somebody would write me a loveletter his wasnt much and I told him he could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in Old Madrid silly women believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life always something to think about every moment and see it all around you like a new world

[trinarystarsystem]

He activated his power but he's not doing anything with it Kotetsuuuu you can't afford to do that, now even less so than everrrr

but awwww listen to all the sweet things he's saying about them awwwww it's not gonna work but you're still sweet

[feministfiles]

Not relevant at all, but...

I had a dream that the guy I like, liked his sister's friend and kept talking to me about her, and was doing cute shit for her, and saying hilarious things to make her laugh. He’d come tell me about it all the time and would talk about how pretty she was and that they were hanging out and omg it was the worst. I’ve had the dream two days in a row now and tonight was a continuation of the initial dream and FUCK I was bitter when I woke up…but then I checked my phone, and  had a text message from him.

[kawaiiadventurer]

Once there was a dreamer But she was really me She kept her head up in the clouds Oh how she loved to dream But then the darkness came one day And took her love to dream And now she sits there lonely As cold as cold could be