#gatekept

like i dont like when people judge songs based on 'tiktok song' (for example, beetlejuice songs or meant to be yours) and it's sad when, for them, it doesn't hold the same emotions/emotional impact it would for someone who knows the source. I'm not saying you shouldn't listen to the songs without knowing the story but it's a little depressing

#Living isn't 2B #Gatekept ^^ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj6eAcABjg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Throwing his arms up in defeat and frustration after a couple of more minutes passed on Johan decided to begin helping the villagers. That was what they were here for to do. Help a village that had been attacked, the injured were not going to get better faster with him just standing around. Leaving the inn eyes quickly adjusting to the sunlight Johan took in the sights of the devasted village once more.

Words are exclaimed with meaning foreign to one who resides so closely by, & context is of ill-knowledge. A thought trailed, strung into a web of various situations, various ideas -- it proclaims its might through boisterous calls, excited gestures, & various expressions. 

She would not maim and mutilate another soul, subtle slash and gashes in the skin that poor out blood. Oozing that detestable liquid that Anri had seen all too many times before. Anri doesn’t often come to rescue of others., She doesn’t often take the form of the ADMIRABLE one. She was a parasite after all. Even a monster to some. A LIAR. Nobody loves a liar. However Anri was breathing hard after that sudden confrontation with another rouge child. It was dark, and the air was heavy and hot. Sighing the teen turned towards the would be victim with a quivering hand, wishing to help them up. “A-are you ok?”

stevie this is not fair

lay me to my inevitable rest sweet lord

A failure clouds her vision, her veins & her every thought. Fingers grip at armored knees & fold into her palms, a light pull of sweat forming hands’ pores. With rose strands dancing in her vision, she bears no words but apology, she speaks no tongue but honesty. Before her sits the carcass of a once living bird, wings torn & crimson; it is what is destined for death that must fulfill its fate.