#inspired by the notebook

[th30ra3k3n]

“it was real, wasn’t it? you and me?

such a long time ago, we were just a couple of kids.

but we really loved each other,

didn’t we?”

for @theoceanismyinkwell 🖤

[resqectable]

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.

The Notebook

[vampire-yearner]

Some travel journal spreads from The Hike Guy on flickr (downloaded them from pinterest)

[thoughtkick]

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.

The Notebook

[galina]

New year, new notebook

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

[triflingthing]

what’s in my tote 👜

[floral-comet-whump]

Whumpee that deceives Whumper

They rack their brain to memorize every little movement, every indicator of Whumper's mood, every pattern. At some point, they even learn to predict Whumper.

They know what Whumper likes to see. They know what they want within a few minutes, what's going to happen to them. They're powerless to stop it.

Sometimes Whumper wants them to silently cry on the floor, so they do. It would be foolish not to conserve energy while they can.

Sometimes Whumper is already in a bad mood. They probe, both because the knowledge is invaluable and because then Whumper will take it out on them.

Whumpee has a little internal guide to how to take punishments. Begin as defiant, but still shake. Look like they're trying to conceal their fear. Gradually break. It starts off as a yelp or sob or whimper followed by an immediate insult, then Whumpee goes quiet for a bit until it's “too much,” begging quietly. And then it's as if a dam has been broken, frantically pleading for mercy, for a reprieve. They look at Whumper with wide, teary eyes, and both their true self and their facade just want it to stop.

Their cries turn quiet as their energy runs out, until they can't bear to look at anything. Their flinch at Whumper's hand on their chin doesn't need to be faked. Their distress is real, and they let themselves whimper. Whumper likes displays of exhausted weakness, it makes them feel as if they've won.

They lean into the little coos and pets Whumper gives after, trying not to gag. Alarms of panic ring through their head, and they acknowledge them.

It would be easier to lose themselves in the comfort after the torture. It would be so much easier to become a shell of a person. They already act like one. Why can't they give up?

The emotional exhaustion after they've been left alone. The dark quiet. Their steadying breath. The scent of both blood and anticeptic. The locked door. The pain.

They can escape once Whumper deems them broken enough to let out unsupervised. It's just a matter of time, just a matter of maintaining this act. A matter of trust from a sadistic torturer that keeps Whumpee in a basement for no reason other than their own pleasure.

They have to keep going.

[kurara-black-blog]

Damn, Light legit thought people would find it ok to set up an explosive trap in your drawer just cuz you didn't want people reading your diary—

[quotefeeling]

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.

The Notebook

[perfectfeelings]

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.

The Notebook

[ghostjournalss]

Tried something new and i like it! 🖤🏛️

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

Spring at the university campus 🌷

[belovedapollo]

from the notion archives 📝

all photos by me, reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[journalette]

Transcribing my notes from a workshop I did last week titled Snapshot Literature: memory, self-fiction, and pictures inside the household drawer.

[valseceleste]