#this is so emo

[thisearthycat]

this is reallly old.. dont know where i was going with it

[alexandertheanxious]

Wish the wittebros looked more like brothers, I know theres a theory or two out there that Caleb "adopted" Philip cuz they were both orphans but I prefer thinking of them as bio brothers (makes the betrayals more visceral).

Like once belos ages his hair lightens and his face sharpens and his nose broke and got a bump, he begins to look a lot more like Caleb, but as kids I wish they looked more similar, like even their little cowlick things are different

In my mind Caleb is 🍋✨🌼🍰🥞💛

And Philip is 🤎🍫☕💙🌠🌾

I think they have the same mouth tho, the same smile

[histrionicscribbler]

where is the internet that raised me?

i remember holding her hand as she guided me

through marvels and novelties

cat videos and flash games

my playground

untouched by the cold heart of greed

her eyes won't open anymore

she lays on her deathbed and i weep for her

i'm ushered from her side with colors that hurt my head

"please subscribe to mourning plus for unlimited grief."

i scrape my empty pockets inside out

alienated

[wonderstruckdreams13]

I’ve had the time of my life with you✨ @taylorswift

[idyllicallycharming]

not really related to any of my posts in here but i just wanna let it out how i envy na hee do for voicing out what she feels because...i couldn't. i was also infatuated with someone who's an adult, who has a career, and yet the reality hits harder when you realize how different your worlds are. that you couldn't be someone that he wanted at that time. but i don't regret it, and you shouldn't too. you were meant to grow beautifully and not force yourself into someone's world just because you want a place in it.

[cloverque]

1:37 AM

it’s one of those days when he thinks he’s better off alone. better off without the others, paimon... and you.

seated cross legged under the shade of a tree, xiao wipes and cleans the tainted spear he calls his. his eyes are fixated on the hardened blotches of dull crimson, which serve as a reminder of the earlier battle in a domain.

even when he’s here, he’s not. his mind constantly wanders to the past, to the moments that live on eternally in his head. death so fresh that his victims still screamed his name.

karma. the price he has to pay for eons of slaughter. a lifetime of anguish and an undescrible emotion that threatens to swallow him whole.

who knows when he may lose himself to the darkness. you would be better off without him, he reminds himself.

as the rag squeaked against the jade blade, the other few surrounded around the campfire a few feet away broke out laughing.

“he thought it was a dream?” xiangling sat on a log, hugging guoba.

“that’s quite the story,” chongyun mulled over the floating paper charms hovering over his hand.

“uh huh! the guy had the nerve to pretend to be an adepti! but we sure showed him, didn’t we?” paimon’s voice is high and airy as the other party members gazed curiously at you.

“yeah... but i’m sure he won’t be causing anymore trouble again.” you reminded her gently, a small smile gracing your lips.

you turned to xiao, a clay tea cup in your hands as you met his cor lapis hued orbs. “it was quite a day, wasn’t it?”

the vigilant yaksha keeps his silence. his eyes wandered to the others; the curious gleam in the wanmin restaurant head’s daughter’s, then the cold, slit eyed stare of the young exorcist.

why did they look so eager to what he had to say?

“hmph. there’s no use pondering over past matters.”

“as expected of an adepti...” paimon mused with her thumb and index finger spread under her chin.

you give him a look, one he can’t quite place. is it pity or sympathy? whatever it is, xiao knows it makes him feel a bit uncomfortable.

he turns away and continues cleansing his blade just as you spoke up, “well, it’s getting really late. let’s call it a day, shall we?”

everyone cleans up and the campfire is still blazing with life (thanks to xiangling, he might add) and as you laid down not too far away from his spot, you turned to him and gave him a lidded eye smile.

“good night, xiao.” you whisper before flipping the other way.

he knows you do it out of the kindness of your heart, and to respect his personal space. he doesn’t respond, and as your breath evens out with everyone else’s, he rests his head on the tree bark to gaze up at the sky.

through the canopy of mandarin tinted leaves, he meets the bright eyed stars of the constellations above. could they be cheering him on? why else would they gleam so brightly?

maybe he could afford another day with you. just another.

[kurumayu]

[gimme-a-chocolate]

Pick up. Please pick up, Cheong Ah.  Hang up. Please hang up, Gu Jun Hwi.