Oct 23, 2018
i shall declare that the heathers are called "the traffic lights"
Just wait until I post chapter 9 of Silver Bullet. That’s exactly what’s gonna happen.
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i shall declare that the heathers are called "the traffic lights"
Just wait until I post chapter 9 of Silver Bullet. That’s exactly what’s gonna happen.
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I still listen to our songs,
My heart still remembers the way your face would light up at the sound and lyrical genius of it.
I miss those moments,
I miss calling you mine,
Come back to me.
My kiss trembles against yours there is a mutany erupting in the space behind my lips. How could you do this?
Me
Open your eyes
Something wakes you from your dream. A rustling in your room and the unshakable feeling of being watched. You feel the heavy presence of someone, or thing, but how? You went to bed very much alone. You have yet to open your eyes for fear of whatever it is knowing you have woken. You feel it move about. Circling you, almost, like prey. You begin to hear heavy, wet breaths, and feel malicious intent brewing. Your heartbeat quickens, you sweat, and begin to tremor as fear holds you in his fist. But you haven’t opened your eyes, terror has glued them shut. You feel it then. A weight upon your bed, an unwanted sinking of the mattress. You feel the heat of its body mingling with your own. It is close to you, now. Dinner for whatever beast. You clench your hands tight and prepare to jump up when The weight is lifted from your bed, the heavy air thins. Could it be? Is it gone? You feel your body relax. You take in a gulp of air, let out a shaky sigh of relief, and let your eyes open- And see a pair staring right back at you.
Oh my gawd!
Just post my first ever fic on ao3! It's my idea for Sherlolly post TFP. How dare you The Final Problem for making me do this? ;p
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As I drive down the freeway heading home from a long day of work, I see your truck. Muscles tense and my breathing shifts. I'm there all over again. Sitting in your passenger seat with my hair down and stuck to the sweat on my neck. Is it hot in here? I remember asking myself. You were yelling again. I was numb again. At this point I was always numb around you. It felt like I was on the bottom of a swimming pool, everything you said was jumbled and I couldn't breathe. I just wanted to go home. I just wanted to go home but you'd never let me do that. I was stuck in that passenger seat. Except now I'm not. Now I'm stuck in the memories of you and I'm driving down the freeway just trying to make it home.
Sometimes...
Life is so fricking hard sometimes... I don't know what's worse them coming back and being the same not caring person or them not coming back at all... I think I know which one is worse for me and unfortunately its not the first one... I really need to work on that.
// Just be :) // Your work on yourself is like a sky - the big blue sky which is there everywhere. Not at one place and not at the other. Everything you do is happening inside it. The things you are doing are changing. The emotions and feelings are changing. And you are using everything as its happening as the means to work on yourself including when you are not doing anything. Including your dreams - in fact, every thing that exists in time. #spiritualwisdom #workonyourself #notawriter #beingpresent #beingapp #humanbeing #beinginthemoment (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCG8WVSlp7H/?igshid=1s6scrva5k6z5