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Sorry.
Apologies never fix anything. Maybe small things like bumping into someone or accidentally grabbing the wrong item. But things like hurting someone mentally or physically, can't be fixed so easily. Yes, an apology will help, but in the long run it will never cease to fix all that has been undone.
Update
Personal : I feel like the walls are closing in on me. I can't stop shaking and my head is pounding. I just want to get out, I feel so fucking trapped. It's so lonely here. I can't stand it. Hearing the tv and their echoing laughs. I can't fucking stand it. I cant do this. The insomnia, the nightmares, everything. My bestfriend always helped me. Kept me clean, comforted me. He did so much. I feel like i'm dying. I’m tired and I want to die. The amount of times I have had to swallow pills to fall asleep. God someone help. I dont wanna continue on this way. I wanna help my bestfriend. And I want to be able to leave my room without feeling like i'm going to faint
A Letter to the Liar
Swooning stars and Parting skies. Look me in the eyes and tell me what this is all about. Blinding light and empty night. Look at me and please dont scream. Bleeding hearts and Leaking eyes. Look at me and tell me you need me. Whispered goodbyes and Seeping lies. Look away please, for I am done with you and your ways. Missing memories and burning mysteries. Please forever forget me.
Little Baby Rants
Little rant here, sorry everyone. So, if you dont like my writing that is okay, I understand my writing is not for everyone. But if you sit around complaining about it and telling me to quit because I will never be good enough then please get the fuck away from me and my blog. I am here to express myself not to listen to butthurt kiddos who can't understand that there opinions are not everything to everyone. Then again some of these people are just egotistical pricks who think they can do better. And yeah, maybe some can, but that doesn't mean I would fucking quit. Ahh- Well sorry for the fulgur language everyone. I guess its kinda a glimpse into what I am truly like??? Okay i'm kidding but I am a swear bear-
Alone.
I miss him. Every feeling he expressed, every action he repressed. I miss him for the way he was. Strong and soft. Daring and safe. I loved him. But love is not enough? Nothing that makes you happy is- Enough? I dont understand love still and I dont think I ever will. No- I dont think anyone will. No matter how smart or how dumb no one will ever fully understand the concept or feeling of love. Let alone understand the reason so many people let love go. I guess for now I will remain in his grasp. I will remain in his slipping grip, until I finally fall. I just wish that when he has to let go, I can finally come to understand more about love and how it feels to loose it.
Update
Personal : So I just got back from spring break. I want to say it was fun but honestly it was stressful and held a lot more emotional moments than I had hoped. My brother officially graduated from the air force and I got to see it all. I understand he will be protecting America but honestly I just want my only bother to come home. Though I am proud of him and hope he enjoys his life in Tech school.
Writing : I have 15 drafts to finish, chapter 2 of “ The Strripers Trainee “ to finish and I need to fix my wattpad page. So writing posts will be slow coming in. Also on another note. I have decided that my Aesthetic blog and Poetry/Quotes blog will both be intended for just hobbie time stuff. So Basically I will have two active blogs and two random time blogs.
ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᶤᵖᵖᵉʳˢ ᵀʳᵃᶤᶰᵉᵉ - Chp.1
Poison venom in his veins and lust in his eyes. He is a predator to the prey. Moves swift with talent. Eyes full of passion. He lunges from the darkness only to take action. For some he was eye candy while others inspiration. The lust sprouting from within the whimsical ladies around the room and the sweat as it dangled from the man's angled features made the scene before a certain man informally intense.
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Orion Rigel gripped senselessly at his own fingers, hoping to grasp the last bit of his drifting insanity. The man before him was known only to one name, a name Orion had never spoken nor he ever would. He knew his appearance at the rapidly growing club was unusual. The few men that did scatter the crowded space consisted of waiters or future workers. Orion was neither therefore placing him in a unpleasing position. Slinking back into the view before him Orion seemed to singe with a hint of lust. His complexion faded into a splash of cherry chipped cheeks. His lips disclosed in awe as he watched the show before him unfold.
The dancer as Orion had many times called him, to scared to every even mutter his real name, had now stopped mid-dance. His form stood slim and fit, with broad shoulders and lengthy limbs. His complexion was porcelain posh with soft setting locks of ivory tuffs. His eyes were wide and sleek, a soft shade of cobalt circulating his dilated pupil. Tearing his focus upon the man's glance Orion found himself glancing upon the dancers parted lips. The pasty color upon them appeared to be a sleek shade of salmon pastel. The already raging blush Orion had enveloped before seemed to scar across the bridge of his button nose as He felt a hard gaze fall upon him, with this Orion was ripped from his undeniably unsociable thoughts. Scanning the area he softened his gaze, peering into the crowds only to realize the glare he felt seemed to feel closer than what he had expected. Craning his head so that his sight seemed to meet the ceiling he sighed. His stay had overridden his usual time rule. Smearing back a few loose strands of his own crimson strands he turned to exit the blasting club. Parting his way down the higher part of the club he shuffled further into the crowd. Music blared into his elfish ears as he spurred small “sorrys” and “excuse me’s” as he wandered on. Due to his short stature Orion had to balance upon his tippy toes to get a glance over the towering personas before him. Not knowing how to find the destination he had assumed he would reach, he shuffled on, continuing to push through the crowd.
➤ To Be Continued
This Chapter is really small but I promise overtime the chapters will grow to be longer, mostly due to the story line expanding. I will be uploading chapters here and on wattpad. Thanks for Reading. ~
➤ Link : Here
Random Writings
Her past was a flowing river that ran through every crack within the road before her. It drenched her future and brought back her past. It would drown the world around her until nothing was left. But unlike her past her future was unknown. No light beaming start, no darkening end. Just a blank sheet of unknown possibilities piling up upon her mind's creative bed. And the sight drove her mad, day in and out, until dawn's early light and mornings growing sight. She fussed and squirmed to figure out the path to finding her futures true walkway. Never patient was the girl, always bounding towards adventures like her father's fading soul. But the girl lost time trying to find what she need not know, and woke up one day to find herself upon her forties. With kids kindering upon her lap and a husband so sweet clasping the palm of her back.
Random Writings
I’m feeling empty again. The drain upon my mind's thought process has been pried open, my heart slashed, and soul stolen. Once again I am nothing but a mere shell of what once was a human. What used to be strong and sturdy is delicate and stiff. The outline of my torn heart painted upon a canvas made from the blank stillness that has now laid itself upon my empty mind. Overtime i sit watching silently as people began to suck away at the crimson liquids in my rotting veins. Today I get to evaluate the red paint that drips endlessly from the tip of a thin bland brush. The strokes it sways caressing every inch of the panels very face. Covering the canvas of my mind in the blood of my body's cunning crimson blood. Creating a spitting image of my minds dimming days.
Random Writings
Like a cascading river we fall. The world below nothing more than a victim to our landing upon the earth's baring stone. Pain is non-existent from within our empty vessels. Feelings have long evaporated from our minds. Body's now run numb to the feeling of love and pain, madness and desperation. Some say we are we aliens to the human races pure minds, feelings, and actions. Though I still remember pain like a needle upon my vein, sadness like the sound of heartbreak, and madness upon wars great outbreak. So who are those who have had no mere experience of what we have felt to say anything about our state of being, The pin prickling of my skins light layers. The mad sounds of a caged man's howling screams. Even the saddening sound of a child's last breath as their father beats them to death. I have felt these great pains, I felt them hard and long. I felt them until the day I became the empty shell of the being I am now. Because of our past, of the things we have experienced. They call us aliens, freaks, and things even I dare to speak. We are no longer human for the mere reason that we can't feel. That we can't feel what they hold in their burning hearts. For the shuddering fact that we no longer bear the burden of the distraction known as feelings. So over time we came to see and watch as feelings destroy people faster than bombs. And like water we flow, right from the stream and into the land.
Let's play a game.
Got a pack of cigarettes, got my journal and pencil, & a lot on my mind. Let the journey begin.
Random Update
I feel so relaxed. My minds clear and my feelings are finally visualizing before me. I think I am almost over that stupid crush on my best friend. To be honest how the hell could I like him- He’s like my brother it's like ultimate incest what the hell. I don't know if it was because I was in the dumps or some shit but damn. I think I’m gonna keep up talking to my friend Dewitt and editing some Miraculous Ladybug Videos.
Random Writings
I sometimes feel I can only write for myself. That no one else really needs my writing. Maybe I am afraid of being stolen from, or maybe it's the cruel reminder that most writers never actually ever get anywhere. I wanna rip apart people's hearts, I wanna make them swoon over every page of every chapter of every book I wrote. I wanna see people at the edges of their seats nibbling on the tips of her flawless nails in defeat as there soul is stolen from thee and stored upon every page of the story they deem so incredible. But still, I write for myself, and for the people who brought me here.
Random Writings
Feelings are more of a burden then I can remember. Love is now pain and Sadness has turned into destruction. Are actions seem to be more compulsive than thought out. Are words are as sharp as knifes but where only meant to dent the very face of a person's ego. People are devils and the only angels upon us seem to have cornered themselves into a mere loneliness. We don’t think we act, we can't even apologize to those we have broken and battered with one word day after day. We are almost all monsters in this world full of the rarest angels.
Random Writings
Your taste may be bare, colors sparse and bland. Your voice may be nerving and cold, looks supple and light. But unlike others I find these things so much more perfect than the soothing, prestien, and spicy looks of another. No, to me you are the most beautiful and the most pristine of all. With your balanced mindset and your witty smarts, I think you will sadly forever hold my heart.
Random Writings
I can't breath. When he speaks my name, when he tells me he loves me, no matter what he does he always seems to catch my breath within his grasp. My mind feels like a cage and my heart beats within the rhythm of his words. Every night I dream of him, perfectly clear before me. I don't know what to do. Am I in love with Him? Out of everyone Why.. Why him? God dammit what am I feeling? My mind races within the thought of deciphering this feeling. My head pounds in agony and my eyes blur in pain.What the hell did I deserve to feel this way.
Random Au Ideas
Person A wakes up from small nap only to find themselves in another person's body. After getting a look in a mirror they now know they have switched bodies with their bully. The next day Person A arrives at school only to be greeted by the bully's friends. Confused on what to do Person A makes an excuse to leave and escapes from the group only to bump into Person B. Person B had also woken up this morning to find themselves in another's body (The Nerds). Person B soon learns how being bullied feels as Person B’s used to be friends bully him. Person A is for once truly treated equal but feels guilty about letting his “new” friends beat up Person B. Person B and Person A meet privately to discuss how to change what had happened to them. As time goes by the two begin to grow feelings for each other. Person A now feeling more confident than he used to asks Person B out. After sharing their first kiss in the janitor's closet they finish school and head home only to wake up the next morning as themselves. Person B and Person A spend weeks only hanging out in the janitor's closet avoiding each other everywhere else. Person A and Person B get into a fight one day about making their relationship public. Person B arrives at school the next day only to see Person A walking towards them. Person B sees out of the corner of his friends, faces full of confusion. Person B now being pressured pushes Person A away as they get closer. Person B is surprised by their own actions and goes to help Person A. Person A now fed up with the on and off relationship swats their hand away and arises from the ground only to leave Person B forever.
Okay so this sounded way better in my head but enjoy!
