#excerpt from a book im writing

[mymessyink]

I’m past fleeting love. I want something serious. The ‘“I want you to be my safety and I’ll be your peace type of love.” A love where we fight for each other - not with each other. A love built on comfort, honesty, reassurance, and consistency. One where holding each other makes the good better and the bad easier. I want the forever type of love with you.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

[lost-in-prose]

Everyone in Ocoria on a random Tuesday night sleeping soundly in their beds:

Crown Princess Andrea, her bodyguards Karissa and Tino, and racing driver Eden Cody on that same Tuesday night, drunk off their asses:

[fleurral]

i don’t want to teach you how i want to be loved. i want you to discover it. i want you to realize it. i don’t want to ask for it—or even worse, beg for it. i want you to generously offer it to me. i want it to come out naturally. sure, i love how whenever i tell something, you do it the next time or learn to compromise but i can’t go on like this forever. i can’t teach you how to handle me all the time. i can’t teach you how i want to be loved all my life.

[yakultstan]

I spent my days breaking your soul while you spent your days healing mine.

[sakura-hayashii]

12.21.23 - 6:42 pm

im sorry. you deserve the whole world and more, so im sorry i cant give that to you. i have my moms eyes, and her habit of giving out bittersweet love; something that heals you only to destroy you in the end. i have my dads nose and his habit of absence; never there in person but always there in your mind taking up space. and my stubbornness that you always tell me will be the death of me, i get from both parents. so im sorry that my stubborn mind refuses to accept your love. and im sorry that my distance doesnt make your heart grow fonder and that it only makes it grow colder. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry for the 16 missed calls i never picked up. and for the 8 voicemails i never listened to. im sorry… i swear to god im sorry. so please remember one thing… i would have loved you if i could. i was never sure of my belief in god. maybe its because the day that my heart went numb was also the day he stopped answering my prayers. but something about you makes me want to believe. so i pray… i pray every day that you get all the goodness in the world that you deserve. and for you, i hope that god will listen to me… even if its the last time he ever does.

- S.H. // things ive never said #1 (via 2amthoughts)

[things-never-spoken]

Emotional safety is all I’ve ever wanted from a relationship. And I thank you for this.

//things-never-spoken//

[buttercupcolainclassics]

Teach me how to be fine when my heart weighs more than the existence of my soul.

August 26th, 2022.

[heightenedheartbreak]

“to love and lose and still be kind”

- Warsan Shire

[pink-tiledbathroom]

i want to scream and cry and rage but I cant open my mouth. i glued it shut when i was a child to protect myself

[goldfishkid]

Quote 34

Do you feel ashamed of yourself when you hear my name?

I've been thinking through every possibility of what you could possibly feel when you're reminded of what you did to me.

I hope it eats you alive.

The guilt.

I hope it kills you.

[scribblingb1tch]

she wasn’t sure if it was the song or the vodka or the fact that she was in love, but the tears started pouring from her eyes. she hated herself, really she did. there was nothing more humiliating than being in love, but also nothing as wonderful. she relished in her sadness— she was alive, she was alive, she is alive. she wanted to sob it from the small window that looked upon the stairs in the basement of her sixteen bedroom building. no one would bat an eye, she was sure.

[planet4546b]

ive been doing nano for almost 10 years and every SINGLE time i go through the month of november in an absolute haze, finish, do not look at my draft literally ever again, completely forget i wrote anything let alone any details, and then months or years reopen it for no reason and go WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS GOOD? HOW IS THIS SO GOOD.

[anglerflsh]

Sir please talk about Pierre de Lancre I would love to hear what you have to say about him

He was the judge of Bordeaux in 1582 (the year may be off but I can't check my notes right now), and in 1608 he was put in charge of witch hunting by King Henry IV in thr French half of Basque; he's best known for the work he did in the Labourd witch hunts the following year!

It's a bit ironic he ended up in the Basque actually, because his family - and by extension him - disliked the people in that county and changed their own surname to disown their origins from there*

He also wrote three different books on the topic of witch hunting/witchcraft, between I believe 1612 and 1630? And he's an interesting figure because he doesn't seem to particularly like the task at hand, but to think it necessary. (Also allegedly, he used to disguise himself as a traveller to approach accused witches and gathered evidence that way. lol)

[caelxin]

Grief, as I walked my way through it, was an ocean of red and slowly, I find myself looking up to clear blue skies.

[insanityonfeathers]

When it truly does come down to it, I don't feel like I'm connected to anyone at all. I'm an eternal voyager, forever on a journey seeking to land ashore, hoping to find retrieve, wishing for a blank silhouette to fill in and be.

Maybe I'll never find this sense of belonging, perhaps every second of existence is meant to be a quarrel against the universe for separating you from atoms that were rightfully yours, giving them vastly converging sentience yet being unable to see each other, irrelevant to one's life's lore,

Perhaps I've been unlucky, perhaps it always was meant to be a fight that's grimy and mucky, mayhaps I'll end up lucky, but it's improbable and full of holes.

I'm tired, I'm exhausted, the internet is devastatingly vast,

I'll try, perhaps cry, tho this repetition seems crass,

Good night, good bye, to the one I seek,

I'm drunk and i hope these words find the one they're destined to meet.

[withheavyeyes]

Vex

i’m a fish that cant swim, and im drowning;

i observe as she desperately tries to swim, clinging to every last hope. why cant i do this? every other fish in the sea can swim. why cant i? she used to be fast and nimble, she never strayed far from food, now she just floats. twirling in circles and losing control. now its almost impossible to swim. how can she possibly stay afloat with a ill body and the current so strong she can barely hold herself up?

i’m a fish that cant swim and im drowning.

t.c