#notebook scribbles

[becdecorbin]

notebook doods once more

[dreamj4ck]

when you , and sleep , escape me .

pairing : biafuji ( fuji kiseki x bianca ) content warnings : little bit of angst i guess ? nothing crazy though word count : 908 author's notes : the title on this one ( and also how bianca describes herself ) are taken from " cloudbusting " by kate bush + the song she's mumbling is " strangers " by ethel cain :3 i love musicccc

when you, and sleep, escape me

It was getting very late. Fuji Kiseki checked the time on her phone one last time - it was past midnight, and Bianca was nowhere to be foun

[averagewisechild]

The Hermes cabin children are screeching again

[sanddollarpoems]

Hello,

Are you sleeping

Are you waking

Are you feeling happy

What are you seeing

Are you missing

Are you sighing

Are you adoring

Are you laughing

Are you dreaming

Are you wishing

That someone was wishing

That you were dreaming

Of them?

[loveisadonkey]

Random scribbles at work

an abundance of faith

we let the light in slowly

every morning

beat by beat

steam rises

from our coffee cup

forgotten

[tuff2stuff]

wonderings of a sickened brain.

m.p

[fledermaus-art]

[killing-time-w-kaz]

Emotions

Have you ever felt as if you were being crushed? Or being torn apart? Or an endless hunger that cannot be satisfied? At first, it feels like your internal organs have been hollowed out. You feel empty. Then, everything appears in a haze, unreal. Maybe you don’t eat anything for awhile. Maybe you drink to drown your sorrows. Either way, an endless hunger will eventually settle in. Nothing can fill that void. It’s hard to eat, but nothing can fill that void.

How about feeling as if your body was burning and freezing at the same time? Have you felt a burning sensation fill your veins and spread to your heart? Though your core is on fire, an icy chill travels across your skin and you might shiver. In that moment, you may hate the world or the people in it. You may want to destroy the room around you, tear the paper from the walls. Or you may want to stab something. Or someone. But a voice holds you back. Its name is Guilt. Yet another voice in your head starts to list how to hurt someone. Where to strike. All that matters is if you act on those thoughts.

What runs through your mind when a person loses something? Or someone? Do you feel emotionless? Or indifferent? Do your eyes just glaze over and do you sigh because something has gotten in your way? There are days that you don’t care about anything. Your body just carries out the set motions for that day. Answer questions, walk, pick up your bag, eat. Everything is monotonous, nothing new. The world could burn and you would sit there, watching the flames.

Did you hear that creaking? When your breathing stills, does your heart race? Do your muscles tense up? Does the smallest sound make you jump? You sit alone in your room, alone in your house. But you hear something, something that shouldn’t be there. You debate turning off the light and hiding, but then you’d be alone in the dark with whatever was there. Or you could creep down the stairs and check things out. Your palms are sweating and you are still deciding when the light goes off.