ich vermisse mich selbst auf eine art,
die ich nicht einmal richtig erklären kann.
© j.k / gedankensprache
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ich vermisse mich selbst auf eine art,
die ich nicht einmal richtig erklären kann.
© j.k / gedankensprache

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dean being considered jack's dad for doing the bare minimum is infinitely funny to me btw 😭 the only dad energy he's giving off is a dad who wants to be deadbeat so bad but cannot and his incel friends praise him for doing "much more than I'd have brother"
𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 // e.j x reader x j.k // aot
foreword:
It's always been Jean and Y/n. They're mean for each other right? You can notice by the way they stare longing at each other. Everyone can.
They stare at each other with pure hatred. Or perhaps it really isn't? When he is not arguing about top scores, Eren looks at Y/n like she's the only girl in the world.
My wrinkled test is crumpled in my hands. I stride over to the trash can to throw my test in, until an arm snakes around my shoulders.
"Yo. Y/n. What did you get on the test?" I can feel him smirking, it's burning into my skin. It's testing my patience.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I sigh stuffing my test into my pocket as I unhook his arm from me and walk back to my seat.
"Why did you even walk to the trash can if you're not going to throw anything away?" Eren's eyes meet mine and he chuckles, "Come on Y/n. I know you better than that-" Eren is cut off by the entrance to the classroom slamming open. Both of our heads turn to see who just made such an entrance. It's Jean. His brown eyes find my eyes immediately. His stare quickly turns to a warm smile.
"Move over Eren. I gotta talk to Y/n." Jean says as he walks over to my desk with his hands in his pockets. Eren obeys but it's almost like hesitating as he looks back over to me. Then he walks over to someone else's desk probably bragging about his grade.
"Let me take you out to dinner."
"W-what???" I let out a cough. We've been to dinner so many times together. But i've been dying for Jean to ask me out, is this even a date? "Uhm. Sure, just pick me up." I finally let out.
"Good. I'll let you know." He winks at me and backs away from my desk to the exit.
I might die of happiness.
author’s stage:
ive been hit with a huge author's block and just been super busy with school, work, and etc. i decided i wanted to get back with my old writing and work on it!
this book is inspired by the book When You Were Mine by Rebecca Serle. It's not exactly the same but it does have some elements taken from it! please go support mrs. serle, its wonderfully written.
N.O.M has released the 2nd MV teaser (featuring J.K) for their upcoming digital single “I Can’t Wait” which is scheduled to be released on January 14th.
Una enorme disculpa a mis lectores por mi ausencia pero he estado ocupado, al dedicarme en cuerpo y alma al poemario más maduro y complejo de toda mi carrera para enviarlo a un concurso internacional. Desafortunadamente no puedo decir el título ni compartir fragmentos hasta que se termine el certamén pero es una obra que me hizo pedazos en todos los sentidos de la palabra y que te dejará pensando durante años o querrás reelerlo por el gusto de repetir ese viaje, porque es muchos libros dentro de un mismo libro, si analizar un alma es complejo ahora analizar todas las que contiene, es una locura. A veces una vida no cabe en pocas ni muchas páginas, a veces sólo caben fragmentos y esos pedazos dicen demasiado con muy poco. Debo decir que me conmovió hasta las lágrimas el resultado. Independientemente del veredicto, siento que ya gane al concluir una obra con tanta alma. Tarde cinco meses para terminar este engendro de papel, este milagro inesperado, este rompecabezas imposible, este retrato inconfesable del dolor del mundo, este mausoleo al alma humana y al arte de la catástrofe como belleza inexplorada, este diálogo interior hacia el fondo de uno mismo, hacia el fondo de los otros que habitan en uno, hacia el espejo roto donde nos miramos todos y nos reconocemos con fisuras, amando esa verdad tan dura. Meses sin casi dormir, meses encerrado, meses descomponiendo la máquina de escribir, meses saliéndome humo de la cabeza de tanta inspiración, meses causando un huracán en mi cuarto, meses destrozando a las palabras, jugando con las palabras, estremeciendo a las palabras antes que ellas a mí, meses que lo valieron todo. Gracias por su paciencia, por su amor y por seguir viajando con mis ideas. Los quiere un montón este loco sin remedio. Que mi sombrilla los refugie en los días duros y cuando todo se les venga encima. P.D.1: La gran noticia es que ya se resolvieron los problemas que tenía y dentro de unos pocos días mi primer hijo de papel volverá a estar a la venta en Amazon para todo el mundo y podrán adquirirlo para tenerlo en sus manos. "La máquina de la nostalgia o el trapecista del silencio", es una antología poética que se divide en tres libros y que abarcan distintas etapas de mi vida, de mi madurez como poeta y de mi primer encuentro con las letras. En él se encuentra mi infancia, mi adolescencia y mi encuentro conmigo mismo, además de mis letras más demoledoras o personajes que me marcaron para siempre. P.D.2: Y lo que siempre digo: ustedes dan vida a este sitio, y yo doy vida a ustedes, sin querer, con lo que escribo, siento o imagino. Gracias por estar, por viajar, por mirarse, en todo lo que llevo dentro. ❥
Aviso a mis lectores, Joseph Kapone

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driving me home on a sunday morning
I’ve had too much and I can’t stop talking
about the road we’re on and the sights we’re
passing
I close my eyes and picture us dancing
to the love song you play on your radio.
your hand fits my thigh
and our fingers intertwine
you look ahead at all the signs and I stop
speaking.
I feel the rumble ‘neath my feet and
realize that you’re still speeding.
one fast crash and we leave this car bleeding.
but I decide to trust you;
I’ve just got this feeling.
m.t
Hope world!!❤💙💚💛🧡💜💖
und manchmal bedeutet morgen nur ein weiteres gestern.