Mrunooo

we swim thru life and romanticize it <3

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

In my dreams,

you sit across me, legs over mine. We're there sitting in silence watching it pour kittens and puppies, sharing the same cigarette. The pitter-patter too loud for us to talk, but just quiet enough for us to listen to each other's minds letting the nostalgia of our first dance in the rain take over. Handing over your cigarette to me you chuckle, just when I know you'd replayed the part where you tumbled over your shoelace and landed flat on your nose.

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

"Life returns to fleeting moments of life, that must be held onto tightly for the fear of losing them."

Time - a man-made construct or an objective reality? To me, it feels like a sense of unsettling ache trying to play catch up with every second. Seconds are lasts that run past us. Unless you realise that most of the lasts and memories morph into strength of heart.

And sometimes life seems easier in those moments you can hold onto. So, is all of it just that? Chasing time and filling the voids of living a full life?

Then, perhaps time is just an alien concept.

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

Dear July,

the beginnings and endings of so many things. First hailstorms, fresh starts to academic years - you bring distanced people closer. You take all the wild and untamed joy from summers and create growth.

New relationships, some we meet for the first time and some we reminisce in their absence. You create experiences that are the firsts of so many things. You build fear, courage, excitement, and pure curiosity of life.

Oh July, you bring so many emotions like the high tides during monsoons. I love you for everything you give me and everything you take away <3

[ruhlare]

okay but saying "i wish i had known you sooner" — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

I found a boy.

I found a boy when I wasn't even looking, but somehow still fell. I might have not been Cinderella, but he was definitely Prince Charming. Like the Eugene to my Rapunzel, I took you along,on my way to find myself.

The way I read love poems and imagine you in them. But then sulk in despair, and wonder if you'd still feel the same. I always knew how I wished to be loved. And you were just that. You took all of my standards and only raised them higher.

Then I think. Did I ever stop to think? Did I ever stop hoping for us to be together? Did I ever stop replaying our conversations in my head? Did I ever stop wondering where it all went wrong? I know it has ended for us, but I can't ever stop thinking about us, the possibility of us making it to the finish line. And then I think, maybe this was the destined finish line for us.

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

pov: it's winter break after a tedious odd semester and life is just dance class, books, your bed and netflix.

you're home :')

[horriblebeing-deactivated201906]

Preferred pronouns?

dont talk about me

[a-really-hot-caterpillar]

the desi urge to open my third eye and destroy the universe

[brightwanderer]

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

want to feel things and write something so badly,, but we be going thru a writing dry spell

sucks ://

[firefox-official]

i understand murder and killing. you might not get it but i do

[icemaiden-deactivated20220406]

In an era where people are encouraged to be stylish and attractive and effortless and hardworking and authentically interesting and good at reading the room and unique/not basic all at the same time… the true ones to admire are the not the ones who have their finger on the pulse of the ever-changing culture but those who are passionate and flawed and long given up on trying to impress

[schaduwen-deactivated20220817]

i post for the girls who were lonely and isolated during peak social developmental years

[bobbiedebruyn]

Hate to be that person, but WW3 trend on TikTok is not funny at all, especially your stupid POVs. Because no, Jessica from Chicago, you won’t have to hide in the basement to avoid being nuked and no, Kyle from LA, you won’t get drafted to the front lines. 

You again missed the whole point and managed to make this situation all about yourself, so I’m going to assure your stupid ass - this war is not going to affect you in any way, but you know who it’s going to affect? Actual people from Ukraine, who are going to lose their lives and be displaced from their homes, just like for the past 8 years. 

So congratulations on your stupidity, because it’s not about “I need a way to cope 🥺🥺🥺”, it’s about you celebrating and making fun of other people’s death.

[titanicswimteam-batchof1912]

"I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists anymore."

I've been distant from myself, running away, evading the unraveling of emotions, because my weary soul no longer holds the strength for it. I've ran so much further away for so long, that I've forgotten what home feels like. I don't even know if it exists anymore somewhere beneath all that pain.

and now, I'm done running. I just want to return to my home. A home I no longer know and remember.

[aceofsquiddles]

I don’t ‘zone out’. Being zoned out is my default state, and I occasionally zone back in to check how things are going.