#winter is hard

[torifirefly]

i love winter but summer just brings out the happiest part of me

[thisdoesntmatter711]

What do you mean it’s 6pm and it’s completely dark out 😐

[poetryforplebs]

and it’s that time in the winter 

where the sun shines clear through the snow 

ice and beauty melting together 

i blink and it’s dark 

desperate to feel something

.

(i wish i could still hear your voice)

[malicefortalice]

i know i’ve posted myself a lot lately and i apologize

after all of the fun and excitement from the weekend i have hit a very low low and i’m not handling it well so idk im going to pretend strangers on the internet can fix it

(my granny got me this care bear for my birthday tell me it’s cute or get 11 years of bad luck)

[mysecrethobbithole-blog]

// Castles in snow //

Winter is here. ❄️

[imherebecauseyourehere]

  💫 —O, HIATUS.

    I will be putting this blog on a hiatus for February while I get some health and life things done. It’s heckin busy, and I feel awful when there’s not enough time at the end of a day to get my replies done. So I’m just going to take a little break to help with focus and time management. *(what even is it???) 

   I WILL MISS YOU ALL, but I’m looking forward to coming back in good health and better vibes in the spring! SEE YOU ON MARCH 1st!

  This also follows for my other two blogs, @anahori-simon, and @choudaigurrendan​!!

   Also! I will still be rping on Discord. So feel free to ask for mine if you want. Be warned!  I don’t do hardly any OOC chatting though. It’s really a creative/RP platform for me.

  I gotta be honest and include a disclaimer for discord, too, because I don’t want to host an unpleasant revelation. Please don’t ask for my discord if you’re not going to focus on rping, or our muses. I’m really terrible at small talk. I hate it. I can focus on creative writing, memes, our muses, anything fun - for hours!! But I’m literally not going to chat about politics or ask how was work, or talk about what I’m eating for dinner. UNLESS WE”RE TALKING ABOUT IT IN CHARACTER??? IDK. But otherwise, those kinds of conversations will make me ghost, instantly. I’m very sorry about this in advance, or if I’ve ever done it to anyone who has me added on discord, already. But being immersed in my muse is just something that I really and truly love. Please lemme live my best catshark life, and I’ll happily give you all the encouragement OR space that I can, too!

    AND HAPPY (slightly early) VALENTINE’S DAY  TO ALL OF YOU!!

  (just in case I don’t get to send any messages on the date -- I will certainly be working.)

 ❝ROSES ARE RED,

       VIOLETS ARE BLUE.

      BELIEVE IN THE ME,

                 WHO BELIEVES IN YOU.❞

[vaxreed]

detective (pretty boy) asshole gifset 1/2

[shinigamibutterfly]

I really don’t post here as much as Twitter so maybe that’s why I feel like it’s okay to rant here when I need to. And I need to. Because everyone needs an outlet right? Screaming into the void of the internet is a bit like the story of the man with a secret who whispered it to the reeds, who whispered it to the whole world. So it feels like somewhere someone knows. And I guess that’s enough sometimes. 

Depression ramble ahead.  So I still keep everything brief unless I’m talking to people. A weird habit I suppose. Either way I just want to whine a bit for a while. Where it doesn’t really matter. Because you don’t know me from anyone else in a crowd. Or not really.  And sometimes I want to be known. I want to be validated by the idea of someone knowing who I am. Not just my face, but me. A hard feat I’ll admit because I barely know myself sometimes. I want to know myself better, but it’s not easy. It’s not easy knowing other people anymore than it is knowing myself. I struggle with that. I know myself much better than I know others. And even those I know, should know, I second guess on constantly. Even though I was often right the first time. It’s a problem that often leaves me sad and lonely as I try to understand what’s around me. Because there’s no one you can confess to.  People tend to look at you strange if you’ve known them for years and sometimes it feels like you don’t know them at all. You can’t tell them in that moment that you barely know who you are, let alone who they are. That in that moment nothing matters. Not yourself and certainly not them. Because it’s selfish. Because it’s wrong.  It isn’t wrong. It’s an emptiness that’s crept up inside and taken over. But there’s no way to explain that later, maybe as early to five minutes or as late as a few days you’ll care again. That you’ll remember who you are, and remember why you care about those around you. But until then you’re well, and truly alone. With no one. Because they don’t matter. Because you don’t matter.  I have felt like that a lot this winter. And it’s draining because even in those moments where I’m empty, truly empty, I know these things matter to me. They matter so much but in those moments I can’t feel a thing. Just the knowledge that I should keeps me together through these moments. To know that I can, and I will feel again.