#this a mood

[abeltownshipslittlebitch]

Five: I actually hate it when people are like, “you look like you’re having fun being Abel’s Head of Runners!”

Five: I mean, of course! As if I would post the pics of me crying alone in my room over everyone that’s died on Rofflenet.

[birds-and-the-enbys]

[morsmordre-is-writing]

On all levels except physical, I am Nick Miller.

[an-assortment-of-forks]

remember that post that said to write sad poetry unapologetically? yeah.

i lay awake at night

tossing and turning

stomach aching and burning

praying angry prayers

sewn together with enraged

tears from wide open eyes

in the darkness of the room

nausea rising

as faint whispers of

memories give me

only a small taste of whats lost

a day i spend gorging endless pointless

entertainment seeking fleeting

bouts of laughter

why am i shaken

regrets of whats gone

and time im constantly losing

never catching up with

no hope for a cure

constantly slipping

through fingers like sand

every day every month every year

of my life all meaningless whispers

no one can hear them

even i can't feel them

the sands constantly pouring

i have nothing to hold

why am i shaken.

for twenty plus years the sands been falling

so why do i cling to my pillow

as if its plush mold could remind me of whats lost

when im surrounded by a desert with dry cracked ground

where the sands slipped through

as it always has

why are some days harder when

nothing will ever change

every day is a rerun and its all

continual searching for some place of belonging

everything's moving and changing

and ill never catch up

the worlds breaking and growing

but im stuck in impermanence

[cassieflyhigh]

[dreamterlude]

i just did an exam and i have another in two hours but im just here sitting at recess thinking about davenzi

[textsfromlastquanticdream]