#isawyou

[whosxafraid]

Sweetness. Heat. The sizzling of oil. He knows these things. Can process them for what they are. What help him pin point...well whatever or who ever this being is before him now. Lent over a pan with some kind of food popping away inside it. He's leery of that sound. The popping that is. And maybe despite how harmless this person seems...feet back up a fraction of an inch. Hide it behind the concept of holey boots resettling his weight. But his ears betray him when the person speaks. Bowing outward ever so to catch every facet of the voice that carries the questions.

Can I help you? The slathering sound of the dark licking its lips sends a shiver through his brain, as it echos and sloshes about inside his skull.

Do you want some? F'she be offerin' oi' dunna see d'harm. She can be livin' wi't one arm aye?

"Shutup."

The command pushed out between his lips as his head twitches at an odd angle. A crack in his neck. Green and black closing against the images festering in the dark's imagination. He doesn't want to hurt anyone else. Doesn't want to---his face skews up into something of a grimace. Feet shifting a bit more. The idea of turning away. The good idea that would be glaringly obvious to him. And yet...

The smell of the bread. The sound of her voice. He has to know. He has to know if his madness is just getting worse or if---

"Isawyou."

It's run together, mumbled--could be passed off as inane babble. Has been on more than one occasion. Because all people see is someone big, in dirty clothes. And all of them make the same assumption, even some of his fellow homeless. That he's an addict on a bad trip. And while that isn't perhaps so untrue on the days he can afford such luxuries...today isn't one of those days. He's been sober for weeks now. And maybe that shows in the lines of his face. And how his eyes glint with a kind of madness that Lovecraft would have paid for with his soul.

A breath. Two. He's got to say something else. Anything else. He needs to know. More so than his nose and his sight have given him. Which is to say this is the face of the person he'd seen in his dream. But how could that be? He's never been one to see the future. That wasn't his schick. That had been someone else...someone...blue?

Blueberries t'soi'ze o' wreckin' balls, boyo.

He flinches. Not the most welcoming imagery, and yet not nearly as terrible as the dark's ideas on how to turn her into a meal. So there's another breath. This one with intent to settle...well all of him and he tries again.

"I...saw...you..."

A slow motion journey of his hand, rising up to poke himself in the forehead.

"H...h-how?"

It's like living in a nightmare. Ever since the first time, she'd been living in a state of constant fear that she was going to send someone another dream, that she was going to share things that she never wanted to share. She'd run away from home, too worried that she would share something with Henry that she wanted to keep private. After the first time, she'd struggled, trying to find a way to control this curse.

She was in Oklahoma, the farthest she'd ever been from home, living on the edge of the homeless encampment. Around here, she just blended in, another Native American girl lost to the system. It wasn't safe here, but it was somewhere she could disappear to, somewhere that she could hide from this mutation that had ruined her life.

Her tent was her safe spot, and she sat outside of it, in front of her fire, making fry bread because she'd woken up from a nightmare about the hospital, about learning she was diabetic and all the things that had come with it. She remembered how no one had come to visit her, not even her mother. She was alone in Denver, connected to wires, terrified. Even the nightmare made her remember how terrified she had been, the way all the noises in the hospital kept her up, the smell of antiseptics and insulin.

Even now, after years of being diabetic, the smell of insulin still terrified her, reminded her of being alone. Just like she was now. It was hard, being by herself, but better than the other option, better than sending her nightmares to her father or other members of her tribe. She had done enough of that, accidentally given Henry nightmares he'd never expected, projected on the res. The first time someone on the res had mentioned the nightmare she'd had the night before, she'd panicked. She couldn't be sending her dreams to other people. The vulnerability that forced on her was something she didn't what to think about. She couldn't be vulnerable.

She looked up from her fry bread when she heard a noise in front of her, tilting her head back and back, until she could properly see the scarred face, the eyes that looked like they knew too much. She stared at the stranger, wondering if maybe she'd accidentally sent him her nightmare, unsure of how to handle that situation. She could play it off, offer him some fry bread and pretend everything was fine. He wouldn't believe it, Reb was sure, but it might give her a chance to escape.

"Can I help you?" She glanced down at the pan of fry bread made in precious oil. "Would you like some?"

[serenasdaydream]

Favorite Line: "I wonder if you'll come and visit me again." 

 Why I Like It: I love listening to this song while I'm driving during golden hour. I have a precious memory of sitting on the beach with my family, while this was playing on my phone. We buried my dad in sand and laughed as a family with no cares. It was beautiful, like this song. 

 Image Used: https://pin.it/4hF5WEL

[erwinpapa]

I Saw You, 2017. New colors. Original colors in second image. #isawyou #drawing #illustration (at Long Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz_wFQWHj0i/?igshid=6fezdsjeusd1

[ashymcgee]

My God, . @gamebredfighter reminds me of all those lying boyfriends I had in LA. . Catch 'em right in the act? They give the sweetest smile and still lie. Evidence doesn't matter. . "I was never there! Gotta believe me, Babe!" . Mama used to say: . "Cake may taste good at first, but all it will do is leave you with a thick waistline and regrets." . #ufc #ufc239 #mma #boyfriendmemes #busted #isawyou #itwasntme #gaslighting #men #noguilt #gonnadowhattheywanna (at Liar's Club) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzqq1qfHda-/?igshid=rs83vf14g55b

[anomadscause]

'#Playing #HideAndSeek like, "Noooo nooo, #iSawYou #Tsuki— ..are you even suppose to be out🤨here right now???" •[two #nights ago]• ________________ ;#HeyTsuki'🐺😏° https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjiw0sXJaNz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[official1sp]

Freeze Time, a Poem from @Official1SP Debut Book, Act Like You Know: PRETRIAL + POEMS https://amzn.to/3Cdp1zP #official1SP #1sp #ActLikeYouKnow #Pretrial #Plus #Poems #beauty #style #freeze #time #freezetime #poetry #thefirsttime #isawyou #domeafavor #afavor

[cgbto]

Was a good day.... 😎😎😃😃 #CgBTO #instaselfie #goodoutfit 🤩 #work #isawyou #friends #ilovethishat #january2019 #cdmx https://www.instagram.com/p/BsPjoxilfUM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rrxh6i1wrkte

[dirtyconsumer]

I KNEW WHEN I SAW YOU. . . . . . #iknew #isawyou #patterndesign #coloredpencil #acrylicmarker #Drawing#artonart#beautifulbizarre#worldofpencils#pattern#inkfeature#brutsubmission#artcloud#illustrationhowl#opart#lowbrow#teddanderson#penandink #darkartist#illustration#newcontemporary#design#Sketchbook#kunstwerk#artforthesick#blackink#linework#Artonpaper#contemporaryart#dirtyconsumer (at Durham, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp7SGMEnZ6A/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4lmdia3nte9o

[itzy-bella-23]

I saw you on a Sunday in a cafe and now we're right here in this room... #isawyou #onasunday #inacafe #andnow #weare #righthere #inthisroom #me #throughthemirror #lenses #inthecity #havingfun #placestogo #beauty #wanderlust #wednesdayvibes #ghostbusters #grayshirt #somewhereonlyweknow #inthemiddleofnowhere #oneofthosedays #justlikethat #notlikethis #be #like #create #inspire #motivate #dream #believe #imagine #live (at Mexico City, Mexico)

[marselleworld-blog]

Code. Waiting there. #lookhotinbikini #yesyoudo #code #somewhere #isawyou #streetphotography #streetphotograph #whenexploring

[silverrrsunnn]

My dream last night,

Self-portraiture, October 2019

[clittleshop]

Mr Chipmunk, I know you are home. Why won’t you come out and play. #mrchipmunk #chipmonk #rocketlittle #havanese #dog #badfriends #areyouhome #searching #friends #live #hunter #isawyou #clittleshop #cute #poorrocket #dodgingacorns (at CLittleShop) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2y-nsWF2wH/?igshid=1mqp73z93gz1z

[writingsandfandoms]

Clarity // Tagged by @gideon5897 for #ache Tagged by @souldeconstruction for #isawyou This one is a oldie #totalreposttuesday 💙 • • #MBS #poetry #poem #trt #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetrycommunity #writing #words #writingcommunity #writer #writersofinstagram #spilledink #instapoet #instapoetry #clarity https://www.instagram.com/p/By3Zz8FlN7b/?igshid=omeeff3zs0sm

[oncloser-blog]

I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more. #perfect #loved #loveyou #notperfect #loveyoumore #quotes #quotestoliveby #datingapp #meetfriends #newfriends #newfriendsneeded #happyending #lovingyou #quoteslover #lovequotes #isawyou #meetyou #socialapp #her #girl #woman #man #relationshipquotes #relationships (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwqVrZol3gN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1g1qmbhve2f9y

[semut-putih]

Menemukanmu

Malam itu tak sedingin biasanya. Malam itu tak seramai biasanya. Malam itu aku membawa sebuah camera, entah milik siapa aku pun tak peduli. Mengabadikan setiap moment di malam itu. Mengasyikkan, menenangkan. Malam yang indah, dengan lilin-lilin yang menghiasi. Syahdu.

Kemudian, dibalik lensa aku melihat seseorang. Seseorang yang menarik perhatianku. Segera ku turunkan camera yang ku bawa. Ku perhatikan seseorang itu dalam diam di tengah keramaian. So mysterious. Mengapa seakan dia berada di dunia yang berbeda sedangkan banyak orang disekitarnya? Apa yang dia pikirkan sehingga mengabaikan sekitarnya? Tetapi mengapa tak ada yang menyadari atau memperdulikan keberadaannya? Hahaha ah aku melihat diriku di dalamnya. Rasanya ingin ku dekati lalu berkata, “Hai :) aku menemukanmu.” Aku melihat dirinya yang berbeda dibalik wajah dan sikapnya yang menyebalkan.

Baiklah, seseorang ini mencuri perhatianku dan membuatku bertanya-tanya serta ingin mengenalnya. Lalu aku tahu, bahwa camera yang sedari tadi kubawa adalah miliknya. Aku dan dia sempat mengobrol mengenai cameranya yang kehabisan daya. Sungguh! Dia memang menyebalkan. Meskipun aku melihat banyak hal yang disembunyikannya, entah sampai berapa topeng yang ia pakai untuk menutupinya. Itu membuatku sangat penasaran.

Beberapa kali dia mengganggu pikiranku. Sampai tiba-tiba dia datang ke tempat dimana aku dan yang lain beristirahat. Setengah sadar, aku menyadari bahwa itu dia, dan aku berbicara dengannya meskipun tak dibalasnya. Seketika pikiranku melayang-layang. “Mengapa orang seperti dia selalu menarik perhatianku? Ah sudahlah, lupakan. Mungkin aku tak akan bertemu dengannya lagi. Semoga kau selalu bahagia!”. Kemudian aku tertidur.

[babymagnet1-blog]