#blurt

[britneyarmee]

this was a reference to blurt idc

[celefrfr]

the "you look like just tophiachuu" girl has a spot in my heart, youre probably getting printed and going on my wall, your message was so long and elaborated (only to hate on me and the way i look)

IS THIS TOPHIACHUU !??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?? (i might be ugly asf but not look like tophia)

[radiophd]

blurt -- bullets for you

[jauntilyplacedcaps]

[brwnicons]

Another Izzy blurb since the writing series Here Be Sirens got me obsessed with Izzy again. PLEASE READ IT !!!!

☆ I don't feel a strong romantic attraction towards people, maybe I don't feel it at all, but I DO enjoy admiring them. I love analyzing people, both their personality and their appearance, especially their faces. This is a completely normal, neurotypical, and totally not cringy admiration blurb dedicated to Izzy ☆

I think I could be staring at Israel for hours, studying every expression. I could sketch him every day, taking notes on how the light makes his frow shadow his eyes, how he ever so lightly squints when in a bright place, not wanting to seem weak but having his eyes hurt anyway.

I couldn't use him as a model if he were right in front of me since I couldn't even draw, needing to analyze every feature I'm able to observe.

I could hold his face in my hands and look at him for hours, not with the tension of wanting to kiss him but with deep curiosity and awe. I could caress his face ever so gently just to remember how his skin feels.

I'm not sure I could look him in the eyes for hours however I sure would study the color of his irises when he is looking somewhere else.

He would be suffering from my hugs all the time, God I could even just cry from empathy when hugging him. I just feel so sorry for him, for seeing him so hurt and desperate, I don't believe I could leave his side at all.

And as spooky as he may think it is, I just wouldn't be able to take my eyes from him.

[rrrauschen]

Anna Thew, {1983/2016} Blurt

[rosepetalflo]

And yet no one ever holds onto the coldness as they do that warmth. We welcome heat with open arms, without question, and abandon the cold without stopping to think that maybe the cold was beautiful too. The cold taught you to be strong, to be brave. Who you were in the cold is really you, in the smallest form, without anything else. The cold lets you be raw and exposed and naked to life, like an animal in the wild. The cold bites and blinds your focus. But when the warm comes, you grow conscious. You notice the trees and the sky, but you also notice yourself, and when the light is unveiled and shines through the clouds, you might not like what you see. And so you think about how sometimes it’s nicer to just be another creature, to not know yourself like you do, and to live as everything else instead of with everything else. In the darkness, where no one can see, I can be anyone I want.

[midi4ri0love]

When I arrived in our home, I was alone.

I took a deep breath and started laying down to pray, I hadn’t had time to properly sleep in the last few moments of my life.

Or at least they were my last few moments, technically.

Actually, physically (or whatever quantum physics magic’s stuff was called), it had been more than a few moments. It had been a few more.

Looked up at the sink, where dirty dishes were waiting for me to be washed, but for the very first time in my life, I liked that feeling. The feeling to be wanted but not needed. To be an irrelevant existence in this enormous universe, just a little spot of many.

A few years ago, or that’s what it felt like, I would’ve hated the dishes, hated the children, hated the noisy neighbours, hated the rice we were farming,…

Short and sweet: Hated my life.

How much could change in just a day,,,,

Muhammad had noticed the beaming scar on my upper thigh, I’m pretty sure. But he hadn’t said anything. My lovely, simple Muhammad.

[dangerousbonkturtlewagon]

death: a poor misunderstood soul. he’s just looking for friends. so why does everyone fear him? once you get to know him, you’ll understand there’s nothing to fear. he’s an old soul, passing time listening to jazz and sipping whisky - on the rocks, of course. a kind hearted man who always provides a sense of peace to those around him. a reliable fellow, always there for everyone in the end.

[celefrfr]

haven't followed the whole conversation but your take about eurovision artists was based and people fumbling all over themselves to defend them is hilarious. i had been listening to those artists myself and kaarija's fall from an amazing album like fantastista to those (mostly) lukewarm songs and use of gaybait to keep fangirls there was disappointing to me to the point i got the ick and stopped following his stuff. saying their music is ass may be too much for some people but really they could have just ignored you and moved on but instead they kept enganging with you. like for real better to see "hate" like this instead of constant asskissing and delulu posts on the tag. people can't even have a different opinion anymore and it's hate. i'm so tired

REAL , i said theyre ass because thats my way of talking , i exaggerate stuff, then i said its ragebait (just so they could think im a stupid kid and leave me alone) and, yeah fantastista was such a good album but he fell off, with politics which i didnt even know and starting to act all sexy for fangirls/boys if they (the fans) like it im not mad at them but him that hasnt gotten up

[radiophd]

blurt -- dyslexia

[iamwalkingthecow]

vu au ciné nova hier!

[unicornialychromantic]

Heating honey in hot water or a slow cooker will help it decrystallize!

[asweetprologue]

this is so devastating. laois should have just shot him with a gun