I only exist to simp for 2D people✨

You know that Kesha song, Your love is my drug, and a lot people use that implication towards significant others, situation ships and fwb. Well to me, it is unfortunately my mother. 

I desperately crave for her affection, her love, her approval. 

For me her love is toxic and unhealthy but I still seem to come back, never quite learning my lesson. 

She reminds me a lot of onions.

Onions you say? Yes, onions. 

She happens to have a lot of layers, just like onions. 

She happens to make you cry when you talk to her, just like onions except you have to cut them. 

Catch my drift here?

However, no matter how bad the onion makes you cry, you still keep buying them, consuming them and try to include in your daily diet, just like the unavailable love I want from my mother. 

Although I do have moments doubting whether I really love her, but at the end of the day she is the reason why I am the person I am today. 

Look at me 

Something you never seem to do 

Can you not bring yourself to do it?

Is it because I remind you of you?

I am sorry but it cannot be helped. 

It seems that the flowers cracking on the concrete sidewalk are more important.

The many colored cars are passing by and they are enticing. 

The way the clouds are moving, the air, everything, keeping you from looking at me. 

When I look at you, I do notice everything surrounding you, but I also see you as a person. 

I see the way the lines of your face crease when you smile and frown, but you have more frown marks because you don’t smile at me. 

I notice the tired yet fighting spirit that wakes you up each morning to do many things everyday except to look at me. 

The few times that you looked at me made me cry. 

When you look at me, you only seem to look at the bad, all the cracks and imperfections. 

It’s like you want me to be a perfect sidewalk of cement, with no cracks, grass or flowers trying to grow through the thick layer. 

A tightly closed place where the light has not really shined, and the colors are not at full brightness. 

The last time you looked at me your eyes were filled with sadness.

I thought of a lot of reasons to answer my why?

When I asked, you told me that it’s because you miss me and I'm slipping through your fingers. 

The last time you looked at me, you also played me a song, a song I burned into my memory, so that every time I listen to it, I remember you. 

The last time you looked at me you also apologized. 

The last time you looked at me took you 11 years. 

You look at me and don’t know how to read me. 

You don’t know what type of person I am. 

You don’t know what I like or dislike. 

All I ever wanted was for you to look at me, the way I try to look at you.

DO you know those quizzes like who is your alternative smexy husband, or dream kitchen to have sex in, well me and a group of depressed college kids took the “what soup are you?” 

A lot of you may be thinking wtf this is boring, I agree, but I think it is interesting to see the different soups everyone is it’s like an analogy in of itself. At the end of the quiz the results came out to be Broccoli Cheddar Soup. {insert dramatic music}. Slow your horses before you get too excited, I am not sure how I'm supposed to consider this or if it is a bad thing but i am broccoli cheddar soup. 

This kind of reminds me of fruits basket with the plum reference anyways that is all for this post! 

Asta la vista fellow writers, 

You ever feel like the smallest things can have such a big impact 

No one really prepares you for things like this because most people would think it is nonsense. They might think ‘such a crybaby’ or ‘that’s what she’s going on about? But can you consider that maybe the person doing that damage is someone she looks up to and even if she hates it ended up a little like her what she wanted the least in life but it’s inevitable in a way it’s such a distinguished feeling 

You know I don’t even mind that she went out and about but it was supposed to be an us moment

Having that moment that I didn’t want to share with anyone else I wanted her to do it 

For her to help me because I hate asking for help and from her it just comes natural I feel like I can rely on her. It as as simple as dying my hair and it’s fine. It can be done any other day but it was planned for this afternoon it’s like suddenly I was a second option. However if it was me who did that???

I would have gotten eaten bite by bite 

Piece by piece 

Chewed up to pieces and spit out with vigor 

Left like the aftermath of a hurricane, predicted but unstoppable. 

Moments like these I feel like my actions are justified that it’s okay for me to be jealous and greedy of my time but I won’t be the same I’ll fall further away than the previous apple and maybe I won’t stay stuck in the same place and become my own tree. 

It’s a little funny how hair dye can make you reflect about how controlling the people around you can be. Kind of sad but for me it’s just a reality.

A realization something so significant yet had significance that kind of hurt stung felt like falling. It happens so fast you don’t even realize until you feel the burn of the open wound from hitting the ground and those pieces are so hard to put up but you take your time and just wait because you know eventually they will be taken apart again the glue isn’t so strong as it used to be but it’s okay

In the end hair dye is only hair dye.

i will not tolerate any oikawa slander bc I kin this mf 😃 chow anyways

IF YOUR GONNA HIT IT TILL IT BREAKS 🥰

if i ever meet a iwaizumi kinnie i want to be best friend with them as well as a suga kinnie i feel like suga and oikawa would make a very good pair 😂

HES SO FINE OMG

if you want a slice of life, romance/comedy Hiromiya is the anime for you

it’s being adapted form it’s manga and it’s super cute