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joel (14/15) tommy (13/14) reader (13/14) - ch. 17/30
inspired by wednesday’s wip!! also see chapter 17’s flashback
“you tried to make everyone happy, is everyone happy?”
I couldn’t find a song for this exact vibe so i’m just recommending a fav of mine!! (very readerxjoel core imo!!)
song rec: some days by mree
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Some days are like this
Some days...
from blog friend pleasedontsqueezetheshhh: "my mind palace is not up to code"
RESTLESS. Impatient. My damn legs are shaking again. I am EXCITED TO BE YOUNG but some days terrified I am nothing without her. Terrified I will fall just south of all that I believe awaits me. The stadiums. The love. So much I have promised myself—twisted attempts at comforting my young heart and eager mind.
I swear, some days I could scream; I feel so invisible.
Some days I wake up so damn light I think I might drift away, like one of those balloons freed by a child’s hand.
Some days I awake and hate everything I’ve ever made.
Some days I wake and see the good in every stranger and friend I’ve ever met (the scoundrels too).
Some days I wake up and realize I never was asleep—I was simply being held inside an old memory, its kind hands running through my hair, its nectar voice whispering in my ear all the many comforts and falsehoods that keep me coming back.
Some days I wake and feel like a machine. I hear the voices that turn my gears, see the habits that have carved grooves deep into my pale blue hide of steel.
So many questions, and on top of it all, I’m always so damn tired.Even now, my eyelids might weigh a ton. Did I get bit by a tick again? Am I growing more? (Can’t be).
Well, anyway, the mood has passed. See you again in a few hours, I’m sure.
today i felt pretty.
this is the first time i felt a little good about myself after a few weeks of turning off my notifications and not interacting with anyone that do not involve work.
i have been disappearing—quite a lot, tbh. i have been trying to erase my existence from everyone's calendar. and maybe memories. i have felt the kind of tiredness that sleep won't fix once again. it sounds cliché, true. but that seems to be the perfect description of my emotions lately.
but now i lie in bed and starts feeling ugly once more. i guess, a different kind of dying has to happen today as the ridleys would word this out.
