#pic credits: pinterest

[starblushh]

as the cool breeze of early winter arrives at her door...she romanticizes her life by lighting candles, wearing cute little socks and sipping hot tea as she gets busy completing her assignments ୨୧

[veiledichor]

to her, to me

to her,

the 15 year old me,

would you still hope? if i tell you

i'm nothing of what you wished for,

would you be alright? if i tell you

i'm nowhere near what you expected for you life.

i never grew taller past 15,

there's a certain curse to that,

for this petite body is incapable of swallowing all these big emotions, they're too huge for me;

i never knew where to put them.

this body is broken shelf, those cracks on flesh aren't easy to mend.

i could never outgrow myself, what hope do I have to outgrow them?

i tried to perfect that voice and that smile,

that handwriting, that laugh, those marks,

but i could not.

the frame for the picture perfect life, i broke it with my own arms.

would it be okay? if i told you,

i wasted my days in misery,

there's a list of excuses and self pity.

to her,

the 15 year old girl,

and would it be okay if i ask of you

to hug me and pamper me tonight,

would it be okay if i am doing nothing

but just trying to stay alive.

- © veiledichor

[spidwed]

KABOOM 🗣️🗣️

[goatgutzupon]

anime new moon moodboard

[plistommy]

A Bambi

[babydolllblogger]

the party is December 18th ୨ৎ˙⋆.˚

[maybe-a-bit-emo]

[aahanna]

South Asian princess

credit : @ArsalanActual on Instagram

[cazabaranca]

First date nerves(ft.a very entertained Sirus Black)

[my-pjo-stuff]

PJO moodboards anyone?

[theblisterdoesntexist]

now i'm back with assaulting corey's tag, as i should

[helinyetille]

Schneider's birthday | Prague, 11.05.2024 | Source unknown, found on Pinterest

[veiledichor]

i remember,

the first death i saw was when i was five,

the last death i heard about was a week ago.

12 years of death,

in different forms and kinds.

i remember,

a kid jumping off the third floor of our corridors.

so they put up railings in our school,

that was the most care

he could ever afford for.

i remember,

my friend hanged himself,

two houses away;

i watched and heard his family wail,

that was indeed a repelling scene to look at.

i remember,

one day his dad gave me a ride

on my way back home,

and somewhere within the lines,

he made me swear,

to never turn out the same.

i had a classmate,

shy, quiet, a sweet one,

we were two benches apart;

i remember,

the day she was absent and our class teacher walked in,

it was the news of the week,

her father killed himself,

leaving a mother and her two daughters in debt.

i remember,

i had a junior, we shared the same van,

suddenly, he was on a leave,

for two weeks or maybe longer than that;

it did not feel strange at that time,

until there was announcement that his mom died.

it did not feel heartbreaking until i realised,

he had a five year old brother,

and a father that never cared for them or their mother.

two years later;

i remember,

it was saturday,

my sister recieved a text,

one of her friends jumped off a ten storey,

there was a painful silence that night,

i tried to console her, i could not.

how many deaths have i written yet?

how many can i write?

how many more can i see?

how many more until it's finally me?

- © veiledichor

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

(Aww...Malarkey, our sensitive little guy! ❤)

~ Larry Alexander

Bonus pic 'cause I just wanted pic of Rick as well

[xoxochb]

she’ll be back guys she’s just on vacation!!

[cosmicanemoia]

Forever grateful to all the gods for GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE'S Lucifer--