#so i'll write

[curiouselfqueen]

someone give me a setting

[nocember]

requests are open btw

[fadetorach-blog]

I don’t want to be told that it’s okay, I’m okay, it will be okay. I know it’s not okay and it won’t be for any time soon. I refuse to feed myself with pleasantries and optimism that just doesn’t fucking match the reality. Ugh. Words. I wanted to sleep. I realized that: who the fuck am I kidding. I can’t sleep at this rate. 

[it-me-emillee]

Sometimes, I begin to wonder if what I am really is sad, or if I'm only numb, desperately wanting to feel again.

Shit that goes through my head when I'm alone

[sad-sammy]

it would be nice

it would be nice to walk side by side ears listening to a soothing voice eyes locked on lips that move eyes wandering admiring the blessing in disguise

it would be nice to have our fingers intertwine our knees to touch bodies close on train rides home or backs against doors standing toe to toe

it would be nice to be held for warmth, comfort, pain home hearts beating through our chests

it would be nice to be loved to be touched kissed here

the grass is greener on the other side but it would be nice

[thecatastropheofsuccess]

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there comes a moment and a time, bittersweet coated in slick, black envy, like an oil smothered ghost, where heartache and heart align. It's a time of struggle, of feelings, but as Smith always says, or rather how I interpret, it's just pity that you feel, developed through your own feelings, so my pain can never be understood by you, for full at least. So I question, can I allow myself a moment of your time, your thoughts, your feelings, or rather do you leave me bitter and alone. For the time it appears, while I dice and attempt to destroy my greatest thoughts and fears, you have left me in quite deep shit. Emotional and burnt. It's not just a you, it's an all, a collective group, and so I'll write, I'll write to understand why. It will be for me, for I am selfish, and I seek a respite from this hurt, so I'll journey down a road of truth and where it lands, no woman or man will know.