Why can’t I just tell you how I really feel?
Fight or Flee
How it worries me
That no matter the choice
I always run away from things.
My mind wants more
But will never stay the course
For flight is my god
And I’m a mere subservient whore.
I go the path
That can lead me away
But mother flight has strict rules
No matter how much I pray.
She clings like a parasite
Embedded within my skin
I dig further and farther
To know where she began.
There is no point
To try to rid of her scent
She runs through my blood
Even in my pale skin.
I can only numb her touch
And the pain she brings
With a little bit of water
And pills prescribed to me.
Stop running through my mind, I can’t get you out of my head
Recalling Far And Distant Galaxies (4/8/20)
Of icy blue
Surrounding an ebony abyss.
So easy to get lost in,
Soul-piercing, yet comforting.
The last time I saw them,
I couldn’t see the stars,
We couldn’t glance at space,
But who needs the beauty
Of the universe,
When the most
I could ever see
Was staring into my soul.
Ugh, I just had to write 5-10 sentences using 1920s slang for homework. I’m sharing it not bc it’s good but bc it’s funny lol
1920s “Hooch” Run
“Get a wiggle on Frank, ya know the Yanks ‘cross the border don’t tolerate no late deliveries of their hooch” Robert called out to the man trailing behind him.
“I know it’s just… well level with me Robert, don’t making these runs give ya the heebie-jeebies?” Robert frowned at the shake in his partner’s voice. Why out of all the men in that joint had he had to have picked a piker?
“You said ya were in Frank. You said ya needed this dough for that dame of yours. Now pipe down will ya?” Robert growled at the younger man. At this Frank lowered his head and ran to catch up, the wooden crate he carried producing a faint clinking noise. Robert merely rolled his eyes as he continued toward the pier, 'Least the sap’s a pushover’.
I’ve seen a lot of hearts and different eyes. I’ve witnessed people change once they experienced how it feels to trust someone, but ended up breaking them instead.
Closed // ma.c.a
Ideas are invisible.
Plucked from thin air.
Once written, it’s mine.
Sometimes lightning strikes, but that is one in a million. Somehow you bring me a spark every time we touch. Love, what does that make you?
“I really am thirsty for every part of your soul and every inch of your body.”
- And i haven’t drunk in days.
tsukishima is a student hero with an icy quirk.
kuroo is a talented third-year student with fire quirk, who notices tsukishima’s mind and strength at a sports festival.
it is because of the interest in the person of tsukki, kuroo advises him to train at the agency in nekoma, where they become partners.
k u r o t s u k k i
“I like to think that only half of the population have soulmates from birth and the others earn to have a soulmate and maybe sometimes, a few people with enough courage and will, are rewarded with the person they truly desire.
Those few people are the ones the universe favor just a little bit more than the others. The universe can read their hearts like an open book.
I might not personally know her but I know she’s a romanticist.”
- excerpt from my journal.
Show me your true face, I find it really hard to love you when I don’t even know who you are.
- I.H./ Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
It sucks so much that I met you again at a time where we’re both fresh out of relationships.
Unlike myself though,
it seems like you’re still not over your ex.
You still love her.
Grieving her in your own way, and that’s ok.
It just sucks for me because I’ve done a lot of self sabotaging due to my trauma and that’s not your fault,
I just wish I hadn’t, because you’re barely interested anymore.
I have a lot of shit I need to work on.
I just wish we were meant to be because I swear we are, in another lifetime, if not now.
I like you and the more I hide it the worse it gets.
I like the artsy instagram girl that puts honey in her tea, the one who dreams of flower fields and wood houses with big windows.
The one I can run in a beach with, holding their hand and falling so effortlessly in love with them.
The one who wants to make breakfast together in the morning and bake cookies with me for no reason at 2 pm
The kind of girl I can stay up until 3 am talking to, without even thinking about how tired I am. The girl who is so excited to hear from me after work. Someone I can support, who will support me right back. Someone who will catch me when I fall.
I’m looking for a girl, that reminds me of a fairy. While looking so soft, and so hardcore. Someone with a soft heart, that I can do crazy shit with. Someone to adventure with. Someone to scream to songs with in the car while just driving to the grocery store, or our favorite coffee shop. The girl I can kiss, in the middle of the street, and just smile admiring her as she happily wanders her favorite shop.
This year, I hope love finds me, and I hope it’s her