#bellawrites

Hi!! Could I request some x reader fluff with Light from death note? 👉👈

I just don't know when or how I'll come to terms with the fact that I will never be completely happy with the way that I am or with where I am or with who I am. I remember last year, when I decided to work harder. I set goals, and made made promises, and somehow now I'm exactly where I was before. With bloody forearms and swollen cheeks and a heavy sentiment towards living. I want to live, but not in the way that I am living now.  It seems whenever I reach a goal there's always a new one, and for some there's beauty in that, but for me it feels like the weight just keeps on getting heavier.

hey hey i have a secret: acting like you don't care is not the equivalent of letting it go so kindly stay away from me

Evening, I have survived the day. All that has gone on, has gone on long before me - the air of panic, the busy heaps of astonishment - I have no claim to this. Yet, I am still real, I still mark out my days within this body - this loose-limbed, heavy-headed natural self with no intent of living, yet full intent of basic, human survival. survival and life are two very different things.

Warmth

You used to be the second body in my bed And sometimes I wish I didn’t remember Those days When the most important things on my list were Avoiding certain people And wearing clothes with long sleeves And making sure that you were happy. I wish I didn’t remember those days now Because instead of focusing on me it all Went To You. And now? You could care less.

I like love songs more than love The way they flow They’re smooth And sometimes sad But mostly they’re conclusive. Love’s not like that. It comes and never fully leaves. You think it’s gone and one month later You’re back to where you were a year ago

But I don’t wanna love you knowing that you’ll leave.