I like writing and Neon Genesis Evangelion, Good Omens, and anything to do with Alice Oseman
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“I’ve been in here for ages just staring at myself in the mirror, watching my eyes tear up and dry. And tear up and dry”
-Tori Spring -Solitaire
morrissey’s letter from 1980
These movies made me who I am
YES they're all different
Thought of the day: Does every brand of water taste different??
same
i am tired
No you may say it goes but it will always be there just in the background
Thought of the day: Does your love for someone ever fade?
"she's mid" and its a girl who's eyes are more beautiful then the stars
Literally YESSS. we need naps in highschool not kindergarten
Thought of the day: Do you think school is draining?
real
“You know why people pair up into couples? Because being a human is fucking terrifying. But it's a hell of a lot easier if you're not doing it by yourself.”
- Loveless, Alice Oseman (2020)
are you drunk? im a poet.
"You know if you want to be happier, you have to try. You have to put in the effort. Your problem is that you don't try."
I do try. I have tried. I have tried for sixteen years.
page 205. solitaire - alice oseman
All the people are talking, smiling, and it makes me feel a little sad, as if I'm watching them through a dirty window.
Love Hate
I yearn for you yet I hate you, my mind won't stop thinking about you, seeing you in the world when you're not there, in my dreams. everywhere. I hate you. I hate you so much but I love you, oh...I love you so much at the same time, I want to be with you, you're the reason I can't sleep at night but you're also the reason why I cry at night, the reason I don't move from bed in the morning. You were like a dagger in my side yet I loved this dagger so much that was slowly killing me. You were like a drug, the type that gets you addicted so quickly but chips away at you just as fast. You were my everything and my last.
Frozen Lake
The sound of snow crunching under my bare pale feet as I walk towards the frozen lake, my white silk dress flowing in the cold breeze. My entire body feels numb to the cold air and snow, I reach the frozen lake where you once stood every day looking out. I step forward onto the ice and I can feel my feet shake and shiver from the cold, the tips of my fingers are blue and numb. I walk to the middle of the lake, the water isn't fully frozen under the ice. I hear a loud crack. My heart skips a beat while my brain is still, another crack, my heart is pounding but my brain doesn't want to listen to my heart anymore. My body jumps into the air and lands back on the ice, another crack, one more and I'll die. I can feel my cold hands grip the bottom of my silk dress seeking warmth, my heart has gone silent and my brain is in control. Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump. I take a deep breath before leaping into the air, I jump so high that I can almost reach the clouds. I fall through the ice, my dress flowing up above my head as I sink into the cold water where you live. My hands shaking and scratching at the ice wanting to be free but I am here now. Here with you, Forever.
Bottom of My Heart
As I sit on the bench looking over the bridge down to the river I can hear people around me talking and laughing, the sound of heart locks rattling on the bridge. People holding hands, kissing, and enjoying each other's company as I sit alone on this bench. I can feel my heart starting to ache as I sit here in silence looking over the still water. I wish to be loved by someone from the bottom of my heart like the other people around me, I want to be normal.
Another Life
When we first met I remember seeing gold radiating off you, gold being in the air. You were perfect. I met an angel that day, your soft short grey hair flowing in the wind as we shook hands.
"I was destined to meet you." Those were your first words that I still think about daily, day and night I think about everything you say to me.
"We will see each other in another life, once we both pass we shall meet again." Those were your last words, on a thin piece of paper with small wet patches and smudged ink, your tears leaving a mark on that paper and my heart. I hope to meet you again, in another life I will encounter that same angel I met that day on the grass. Your wings can freely flow in the wind with your beautiful hair and voice. We are always destined to meet in another life.
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