#—— matthew thapar ↻ ⌊ interactions⌋

[julybloom]

matthew couldn't believe his eyes as he swiped through tinder profiles. there, among the sea of faces, was a familiar one that brought back a flood of memories—memories of late-night adventures, forbidden treats, and broken ceramics. it was them—the babysitter from his childhood, the one who had been both the best and the worst influence. a mischievous grin played on his lips as he swiped right, wondering if she would recognize him after all these years. the match notification flashed on his screen, and he hesitated for a moment before sending a message. "hey there, long time no see! recognize me, or do o need to jog your memory about the cake-for-dinner and rated-r movie nights?" the homme anxiously awaited her response, wondering if they would remember the carefree days of their shared mischief. as he tapped his fingers on his phone screen, memories flooded his mind—the laughter, the secret adventures, and the innocent declaration of being their future boyfriend. "guess who," he teased in his message, trying to keep it light-hearted. "hint: we used to break all the rules together, and i may have declared my undying love for you back in the day. ring any bells?" he chuckled to himself, nervously anticipating her reaction. as he sent the message, he couldn't shake the mix of excitement and nostalgia that coursed through him. the years had passed, and now he found himself hoping that the connection they once shared could be rekindled in this unexpected way. / @popcultr

[julybloom]

''i trusted you. i trusted you with everything i had in me, and it still let me down. how the hell did this happen?'' / @spillurgvts

[julybloom]

matthew sat alone in his dimly lit room, the weight of his thoughts pressing heavily upon him. his eyes glazed over the words etched into the old, weathered page of the book in his hands. each sentence seemed to echo the ache within him, resonating with a pain he couldn't escape. "if you're dead, then leave me in peace," he muttered bitterly, the words tasting like ashes on his tongue. they were a haunting echo of the plea he wished he had the courage to voice to the empty air around him. But who was he to demand such a thing? who was he to ask for peace when his very existence was a tumultuous storm of chaos and despair? the room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on him with each passing moment. memories danced like specters in the corners of his mind, taunting him with their vivid recollections of happier times, of a life that once held promise and purpose. but now? now there was only emptiness, a void so vast and consuming that it threatened to swallow him whole. he longed to escape it, to find solace in the oblivion of sleep or the numbing embrace of oblivion. yet even that eluded him, leaving him stranded in a purgatory of his own making. with a heavy sigh, he closed the book, letting it fall from his grasp to the floor with a dull thud. he buried his face in his hands, fingers tangling in his unkempt hair as he fought to hold back the tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "if you're dead to me," he whispered into the silence, the words barely audible even to his own ears, "then leave me in peace." but deep down, he knew the truth. the dead never truly left, their presence lingering like a shadow in the darkest recesses of his soul, a constant reminder of all that he had lost. ''you need to leave me alone, please. there's no way i can... - make this work with you. i thought we agreed to being broken up, for the greater good.'' / @whileurmine

[julybloom]

open starter to: m/f/nb. please check my guidelines before interacting / don't like my starters. muse: matthew thapar, writer.

''i'm tired of pretending that everything is okay. can't you see we're falling apart, piece by piece, and we're the ones breaking each other?"