"Are you drunk? Again?"
"I don't judge you for your coping mechanisms."
"It's not a coping mechanism if you're not coping."
I am not a waste for needing extra time to heal from the things no one saved me from.
– me at 1am
# rotting with ambivalence
i don't write poetry often, so this is likely not written well; and i have an unusual speech pattern, so this may not flow well aside from in my own reading; enjoy
i look at you and all i know is fading
my sense of couth lost, as im found desperately trying to reach it
all im bound to find is despair.
but you know that right?
youll tear me down to shame, night by night;
"my heart is not for the taking"
though this bruise feels all too loving
and so do my words.
another crack is left on my lips
i beg for you to think about me just once
to think about me in the sense of family.
we both know youll never get there
instead ill look for whats left of you;
i see you in the swans, their beauty suddenly ruined
i sit and watch as they deceive their admirers;
ill never blame them.
“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
Rules: askers can send a bird, and receive the corresponding thing. If you don't have something that corresponds to whatever bird it is, or you don't want to share the only thing that fits (I'm not telling!) then either share a matching quote from a published work and link it, or share a random quote from your wips of your choice. :)
– Song of lost secrets
“do you still feel like that? do you love me, or am I just your fascination?”
yeah i love writing. me banging my head into a wall trying not to hate everything i write is just part of the process dude. no i don't think i should seek help what are you talking about haha.
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
Picrew used, full credit to Naylissah. (moodboard here)
Role: protagonist
Name; Salem
age; 17
birthday; 14/8/1704
species; human
sexuality; gay
height; 5'10
"I didn't wanna end up like this. I'd have gone so far, I know I would've."
motivations; desire to be seen, freedom,
mannerisms; fast paced speaking, lots of questions, loud, nose scrunching, big movements, tilting his head, skipping letters
fears: drowning & dissapointment
hobbies: knife throwing, sailing, drink tasting
aggravated assault
disturbing the peace
extortion
open container
underage drinking
arson
theft
– Song of lost secrets
"Those people are out to get us. They always have, and always will. He's human, he can't love you."
They're made out of metal. he/him🕷️2010s (active) sideblog: obscuremelodies
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