“FATHER, WE MUST ADOPT THEM ALL”
((I’ve found Pari in a thing.))
Hanahaki is a seasonal illness
And it gets worse each time it happens
I hate being a burden, an inconvenience
But I want to do things that I know will make me happy
I want to share my emotions, but I don’t want to bother others with them
I want to see the happiness I can bring to others, but I know not everyone wants it
To force it is never the answer
So I start feeling shame
It’s what I taught myself
Probably somewhere in my repressed memories, I’d know who it was who first taught me to feel shame
But I blinded myself to the feelings of others
Because there’s no chance someone besides me can begin feeling these things first
Feeling such strong emotions
To the point that they want to burst out of this fragile skin body
And suffocate everyone around
Happy Halloween! 🎃
Just 19 days till September ya’ll! We’ve made it through another hot summer and now Fall is almost here!!!
Life had been steady as of late, not that Betty was complaining. She had a job that she was happy and good at, a family that adored her, friends that supported her, and her love life? Well, it was definitely going places but tonight she put everything to the side. Every once and a while she craved excitement, passion, and lust. The feeling of being needed was making her even more anxious to get to her destination.
Tonight she was trading in her nickname for Liz, her ponytail for loose curls, and glossy lips to red lipstick, the type that would leave marks on the glasses she would drink tonight or even someone’s lips. Her outfit was one she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing to work or any normal day, which is exactly what she wanted, not normal. Adjusting her dress that was a simple black strapless one but hugged her curves just right and was bound to call attention to herself. She glanced at the entrance door of the bar, taking herself in before entering.
The White Wyrm, she would come here often after visiting one night after work and found something or rather someone quite intriguing. Making her want to come back. To live within that world where she would use a name that made her feel confident and powerful, if only just for that night. It was silly, she can admit that but it was like putting on a mask and visiting a world that you’re not apart of, a fantasy. Things seemed busy inside but she was lucky enough to spot an empty seat at the bar, her usual spot. Far enough to keep her space but close enough to the action and easy hold on drinks. Seeing that most of the people weren’t exactly her type or even near her age she knows she made the right seating choice, typical for a gang bar but she didn’t mind, all she needed was to find one person.
Betty made herself comfortable and was quickly noticed by the bartender. “What can I get you?”
Okay y'all. I wanna make a good luck post to share mine with everyone. I got a great freelance job opportunity with so much creative freedom working for a really nice man and a well-known business and I’m so excited.
Reblog for good luck in all your business endeavors!
I made a disc.ord se.rver for rp.ers if you want in, let me know. Just a place to gather to chat, vent, meet others, have fun, stream movies or CAH games. :)