Was it really hard for anyone to let go of someone that has been important to him/her so badly?
Because I am feeling this right now.
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Was it really hard for anyone to let go of someone that has been important to him/her so badly?
Because I am feeling this right now.
Blazing Inferno (A collab with playingwith-words)
Like how fast the spark ignited, it stayed on for a brief moment before it was carried away.
I don't care how fast it faded, because all I can remember is the beauty that floated before me while that spark was in flames.
The flame ignited so hot that it melted your hearts and together you were molded as one.
And as one, we consumed ourselves to light the path of those who are in the dark, until we met the fire that we feared the most- the flame that set us drifting away with the smoke it created.
We thought that we were inseparable, untied as one as the sparks continued to blaze. But fear enveloped our existence, shadowed by darkness and extinguished the blazing inferno of our love. Nothing remained, but a trail of black smoke was all that is left, reminding of our unity as the flames were once alive.
As the smoke disappears into thin air, I only remember you as a memory.
Comeback
For the past 3 months, I wasn't able to open my tumblr account. I just don't know the reason why, or maybe I just didn't have a computer or laptop at home. They are both broken, and I was forced to use my phone for internet purposes.
Or maybe it is just a pitiful excuse in order not to see things that will make myself hurt.
Oh well, I might not be able to use this account for a while. You know, school-related stuffs.
Until then.
If you ever think of me, send me a postcard.
Just say, ‘Having a wonderful time’
I’ll understand.
Life doesn't stop for anyone. It goes on for all of us.
A message to the Girl with the Red Gown.
If you are reading this, I hope I didn't misunderstood you for the last time.
There's something about you, that makes me feel alive...
But right now I'm dying. Dying inside because you were now with somebody else better than me. I'm in a state of uncontrollable rampages, sleepless nights, bad days and ever-changing moods. The worst part is, you were already leaving. I might not even see you in the near future, nor even have the chance again to sit together and talk a bunch of random stuff. Whenever I see your cheesy tumblr posts and pinky promises, I felt a burning sensation. I don't want to be jealous, but my emotions took over and the next thing I knew, I was throwing Lego bricks at my cat.
It's a different feeling to be away from you, until such time I was forgotten, and replaced by someone else.
I just hope to that someone who took your heart away never to disappoint you, the same way I disappointed you. I hope that your mistakes that you have done to me will not happen again to him. I also wish for you to have talks and conversations more longer and meaningful than mine.
I know that I'm bitter, but right now there's a change of heart in mine. I wish to congratulate the two of you.
All I can say to you now is thank you. Thank you for the times I've had the chance to talk to you. Whether those are text messages, calls, Facebook messages, or even talking to you in personal. I reminisce those times that you and I were just talking about our interests, and a bunch of stuff that I can't seem to remember because there was "something" in you that made me smile whenever you made a response in my messages to you. Also, you have left a mark in my memory because you have done something significant to me in just a short time span. Now, every time I will stargaze at our rooftop, your thoughts will accompany me during each time I step out and look for constellations and shooting stars.
Well, enough for the bitter part. I hope that you were happy right now, because you've found a person that will keep you smile. For me, I've just realized one thing.
"Maybe I wasn't meant for you. I was meant for someone else."
A poignant scene. An eternity's repose. It brings peaceful thoughts, does it not?
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Soon.
"Sorry to say this, but I will be not seeing you tonight. You see I'm busy with a lot of things, and I need them to be completed as soon as possible. Don't worry, when I'm through with this, I will be spending my whole time with you; every second, every minute of it."
-The last words I said to my bed before I left my room to study downstairs.
Another long night ahead.
Fateful Encounter
I woke up in the middle of the night, with my head still aching. I can't believe that I woke up at this time even though I was dead tired when I slumped myself to bed 4 hours ago. I tried to sleep again by rearranging my pillows in a dark room with only a small light radiated behind the door. I can't open it, as I would disturb somebody that was sleeping. I tucked myself again in my soft blanket and tried to distract myself again to sleep. In a few moments, my eyelids slowly closed and slept again, as if it was nothing happened.
Just as I began dreaming, I woke up again with a dizzy feeling. I felt frustrated for myself as I can't sleep well. Maybe that's the result of breaking my sleep patterns over the course of 2 years, and this was the only time I would sleep properly, but I can't do it. As I began to rearrange my pillows again, I felt thirsty. I tempted to open the door and sprint lightly to the kitchen slowly, but risking that someone will wake up and scold me for being awake in the middle of the night. I finally decided, and with a small creak, I tiptoed from my room to the kitchen downstairs.
I satisfied myself with a glass of water and a slice of chocolate cake that my little brother didn't eat last night. As i was about to place the plate on the sink, I heard our dog, Jenny, barked loudly. Alongside with her barking was also the howling and yelping of the dogs in our street. I started to get chills, as I looked down on our windows before I got down, and there was no one walking in our street, except for a few motorcycles that passed by in the main road adjacent to the houses in our street. I left my glass at the counter table, and headed upstairs. The yelping, howling and barking of the dogs persisted, and I was afraid that my mom will wake up and scold me for being awake in that night. Just before I stepped the stairs, our doorbell rang, amid all the noise outside made by the dogs. Chills ran down my spine, as I wondered who it is. I began to approach the main door, as he knocks the gate loud. The barks and howls continued, and I began to tremble in fear. It might be a robber, or even some ghost of a motorcycle driver that died near our vicinity 2 years earlier. The windchime chimed slowly, adding to the creepy atmosphere. Also, a cold wind blew outside and toward the windows, giving me goosebumps. I looked back to our altar, and said a short prayer, as I myself prepare on who's on the gate. The knocking of the gate persisted, and the howling of the dogs too. I gathered all of my courage and turned the doorknob open. The next thing I saw and heard made me shocked to the bones.
"Good Morning sir! *insert name of fast food restaurant here* delivery to your house sir!"
And other usual stuff deliveryman says.
I almost laughed so hard when I realized that it was just the delivery guy all along.
All of a sudden, the dogs suddenly stopped barking and yelping.
The delivery man wore a helmet that concealed mostly of his face. His motorcycle was at the other end of the street, idle and with lights on. He walked from that point to our house due to a closed gate that only only opens during daytime until 10 PM. The gate re-opens at 4 AM.
He gave to me a plastic bag of food, and asked me to sign a paper that I received my "order". Satisfied, he turned away and walked back to his motorcycle.
As I checked out my "order", my mom approached my from the back, and asked who it is.
"It's just the delivery man, from the nearest fast food restaurant."
"What? I didn't order anything from them.", my mom replied.
"Are you serious? Then what is this then?"
"I don't know. Check back the delivery boy! He might have not went away yet. "
We ran outside to the gate to check if the deliveryman's was still there at the other side of the street.
To our shock, we saw nothing. Not even a trace of his presence. The motorcycle too, was gone, without a trace. I didn't even hear its engine started or even revved it up.
Then the dogs went back barking and yelping.
I looked on the cement, and saw a small amount of splattered blood and a broken rear-view mirror. I gazed up in the night sky, and saw the silvery moonlight slowly engulfed by clouds. The "order" i received was also gone, only a white plastic left and the wind carried it away.
Then I concluded, "We got lucky."
Base Jumping
Yes, it's funny that everything is the way it is on account of the way you feel. I mean if you didn't feel the way you do things wouldn't be the way they are would they? Well I mean, things never could be the same if things were different.
Battle! Gym Leader Pokémon Black 2 & White 2 Versions
For the girl in red who usually appears in my sweetest dreams, you are in my prayers always.
The Girl with the Red Gown
surrealistic-thoughts:
I finally woke up, now in a completely conscious state. I shrugged my head off to check if I am dreaming again. I looked around, and I found myself inside a small cabinet room, with mops and buckets beside me. It was quite small for me as my huge sized nearly covered all the space inside. I noticed that I wore formal clothing in that time. I tried to get out but the door gave way, and I fell on the floor head first. I stood up, realizing that I wasn’t in the Yellow Room anymore, as I last remembered before I lost consciousness. I began to walk around in a corridor inside a classical style castle before I opened up the large wooden doors before me.
Soon, I was blinded by the light as I opened up the doors. The chandelier was placed elegantly at the ceiling, with numerous light fixings that gave the room a nice glow against the midnight sky. It was a midnight ball, which attended by many unfamiliar faces . My name mysteriously appeared on the invitation list so I entered the venue without difficulty. As I was about to get a punch at the nearby buffet table , my eyes caught the attention of a girl with a crimson red gown. Her beauty was enough for me to drop my glass in amazement. The glass shattered in pieces, and everybody looked at me, including her. The dazzling beauty was enough for me to be stunned on what happened. Later, the main organizer of the event took the microphone and announced that there will be dancing with partners shortly. He was a lifesaver, since everyone on the ball looked at me when I dropped the glass. He took the attention of all the people who was staring at me. Soon after he finished announcing, all of the participants went off to find their partners.
I immediately looked for her, where I found her at the balcony outside the ballroom floor, looking at the moon as its silvery delight gazed down on her. She was very sublime at that moment, as her long hair placed in front of her gown instead of her back. That enabled me to determine her in a large crowd of people. She heard the announcement, and she offered her hand to me. At first my brain went overdrive, for it was a very rare moment that a fine lady offered her hand to me. I didn’t knew how to react in that time. Finally, I was able to reach out my hand also, albeit shaking. Soon, we joined the crowd of pairs as they danced along the symphony of the musicians. Their symphony was very relaxing, as we danced it all the way. I can’t stop looking at her elegant beauty that was dancing along with me. There was a felling that I can’t spit it out due to nervousness. Soon, all the people retreated back to their places, while the both of us still dancing! The spotlight shined down on us as both of us dance along with the rhythm of the night. It was a totally different feeling to be with her, a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
After a long dance, we both returned to the balcony and rested. I remembered that after that very long dance, we haven’t introduced ourselves. I wasn’t able to remember her name, but she did remembered mine. I said after I introduced, “I was enchanted to meet you, fine lady.” She replied too, this time she said, “I was enchanted to meet you too.” Without wasting a moment, I held her hand and we both watched the scenery outside. As I stare longer in the night, my vision went blurry. Not again, I remarked. The blurry vision continued till I see yellow around me.
I returned to the yellow room, alongside with the 4 figures standing near me. The one materialized as the Girl with the Red Gown. Then, all of them disappeared without a trace. A door opened in a distance. I ran to get out only to be back on the eerie corridor again. Soon, I was able to find another open door, as I ran to that room to escape the creepy feelings that the corridor gave me.
“Please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” - my echoed thoughts that lingered in my mind as I remember you. I entered the next room, this time it’s Violet. Oh boy, here we go again as the 4 figures approached me again. :>
She is like the sun. Her radiance blinds me from what reality is.
You left me out in the cold at the time I needed you the most.
We could be more than just amazing.
When I write, whatever comes to my mind I write it, no matter how silly or crazy it is.
Saw this in our earlier conversations. Well, I should have posted this long ago. :))