May 24, 2019
“Sometimes all you can do is cling onto memories.”
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“Sometimes all you can do is cling onto memories.”
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What Shape Does Your Pain Take?
Tagged by: @quccnpin (thank you was very interesting)
Ghosts
Your pain takes the shape of ghosts, haunting you, always there. No one would believe you if you told them, or understand even if they did. You don't know how to make them go away, or what they want. They just follow you, casting shadows over all you do, being your fears and the embodiment of all you've lost or are afraid of losing. They can't touch you though... Can they?
Tagging: @thepallas , @decaying-flesh, @the-unforgivcn, @feuerliebhaber , @nuova-luna, @iceflowers , @silk-dancer and anyone who wants to do it :)
🎵
Send “🎵“ and I’ll reply with a song that’s related to my muse and I’ll explain why
Varus trying to keep his inner demons at bay.
@iceflowers
Which Dere are you?
Tagged by: @not-draven-draaaven
You Are a Real Life Kuudere
You have outer emotional control down to a T. People may view you as cynical and cold due to how well you control your inner thoughts. People also view you as responsible because of it. Your intentions are often never to harm others, and you are rather introverted. You're not invested in drama, and you love alone time. When you do express your emotions, they may come off as watered down. Your smile isn't super strong on the surface, and you're also not balling your eyes out when upset. Your positive and negative reactions may blend with one another (ex: mad and sad may look the same. Same with content and exitement). Only people close to you will see the softer nature that's inside, while untrusted strangers will see the colder expressions. You're one of those people who look mean from afar, but once you get to know them, they're quite fun to be around.
tagging: @thepallas , @iceflowers, @nuova-luna , @decaying-flesh / @darkinbladc , @the-crownguard, @feuerliebhaber and anyone who wants to do it.
remember to repost, not reblog!
bold all that apply to your muse , memories of my childhood edition... tw, contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma
scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide... just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day
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" I say the wrong shit at the right time If I'm offending them I don't mind Scrawny motherfucker With a cool hairstyle " — Scrawny - Wallows
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Journal entry 155 - Crossed Day
Light seemed to be consumed by the darken clouds which hang heavily over Ionia. A thunderstorm was approaching... a painful reminder. Those voices howled but I tried to ignore them yet another impossible task just as getting over past failures. Rain had drenched everything in it’s wake even the vivid flowers laying by the shrine. I don’t feel a thing..I miss them..If only I...I could feel it crawling under my skin. Removing the leather glove those lilac veins seemed to grow like roots against my wrist and finger; it burns but feeling to empty to care. I suppose it is it’s way to try and comfort me or perhaps it’s feeding on the pain. Yes it was the day of their death.. the day where nothing seemed to be matter anymore. I knelt next to their grave, gazing at the soaked ground hoping they would rise from the dead..I’m so sorry..
@thepallas