ALIFER❣️

Please read to know more about my account, my requests, and what I do here :)

Love was the law and

Religion was taught.”

Hello, I know it’s been awhile since I posted. Months actually sheesh lol. But I’m here to give some updates

MY WRITING.

Sadly, I do not have it in me to love Hazbin hotel anymore, during the time Hazbin came out and I loved it I was with my ex who I now associate it with. And I just can’t find the love I once had for it :(.

I thank you all so much for the love and encouragement throughout my journey as a writer and I will continue my writing, just not for Hazbin hotel or helluva boss. I’ve been writing small things to try and bring up my motivation and I now finally have it :) no thanks to all of the night comments and asks I got while I was away and writing. I thank you all for becoming the beacon that called me back to writing.

MY LIFE

Life ever since the breakup has been hard. I’ll ramble a bit on this one so please forgive me.

Awhile back me and my boyfriend had an ugly breakup in April, the relationship was not kind to me or the things I love and overall tore apart anything I had to call my own. It was toxic and I now see that for all that it is. While inside of this relationship, when I started writing on tumblr again. My boyfriend at the time thought I was weird, and would tell me over and over again how weird I was to be writing to people online, how ‘chronically online’ it was to find an outlet for something i found so endearing. i tried so hard after he bashed me for it to find it in myself to write, but i couldnt. and i say sorry to everyone who didnt get their requests like i had promised.

i've been working around my personal blocks and on myself as well and reconnected with my family and friends that he had pushed me away from, i now talk to my mother a bit more often than i used to and i apologized to the friends i had pushed away while i thought he was the one. ive been staying on and off at my older brothers house and found myself realizing how alike the two of us are XD.

all in all, it was rough, but now im getting better. im not happy but i am content with how my life is now without him :)

MY ACCOUNT

Roman stopped sleeping in my bed as much, because in those dreams you touch other women the way you touched me and I can’t stomach it. I heard you got a girlfriend, I’m so proud of you.

I hate how I miss you still after everything that happened, I just want to wake up and hear your voice again. Hear you say you love me and this was all some sick joke.

No child should have to go through this, atleast not alone, remember you have us, we're cheering you on from the other side of the screen.

If you want to cry, cry. If you want to scream, scream. You don't have to be strong or put a brave face on all the time, just try not to let people take advantage of you, though then again, that's now always for us choose.

The battle is tough, scary, even frightening but you are so strong to have survived up until now. Be scared, be sad, but know that you can survive this, and you will.

Cheering you on from the other side of the screen, All the best to you.

Thank you so much, your guys’ words mean so much to me and you don’t even know it ❤️❤️

I shouldn’t be scared to go to school- NO CHILD should be afraid to go to school.

I shouldn’t be afraid everytime someone pops a bag in the cafeteria, and I shouldn’t be worried someone is going to jump me for a rumor that someone else spread. No children should go through that, and it’s 10x worse knowing that me, as a child who’s going to be out of highschool soon is being related to by toddlers in kindergarten and up, it’s disgusting.

I shouldn’t be worried about my teachers trying to make moves on me , I should be worried about having fun, getting friends, and getting good grades.

Cold, yet pulsing flyblown flesh.

Scorched identity, molten fingertips.

Ashen face, still screaming long after death.

Blood, so much blood.

More than a human should have.

Strewn everywhere, walls covered in red, wet, ichor.

Ceilings drip with despair and malice.

Floorboards waterlogged with hate and fear.

A mark on the wall, a smiling moon.

Not a smile of happiness, but one of evil.

I'm starting to question why I took this job.

Was it for the thrill of putting the pieces together?

Did I want to bring solace to the dead?

I never thought I'd see something like this.