guys, imagine an AU where horangi is actually a kpop idol as a side hustle other than his military job……….🧍♀️(if somebody ever picks up this idea pls make it a korangi ship AU too? 👉👈)
edit: ‘kay fellas, somebody did it recently, pls check the reblogs 🫶🫶🫶
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sometimes i feel lonely. it happens often on fridays or after school. albeit i have a lot of friends, i still could feel lonely at times. i don’t think getting a bf would help at all since i’m uninterested in dating and it wouldn’t be the best solution rn. guess some things are just unexplainable such as moods. okay, i guess i’m THAT lonely that i was literally talking to a tumblr bot that gives generic responses .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.
(tw: this drabble is a vent and obv it’s gonna be very angsty because it contains a lot of self-deprecation and mentions of suicidal tendencies, u have been warned.)
People frequently talk of their regrets. My biggest regret ever is being born. A cursed core memory marking the very arrival of my sufferings and pain engraved and carried on to my very grave.
Tell me O dear mother and father, are you proud of your daughter? Mother and father, are you proud of me? Proud of what I’ve become? Proud of my demons and angels that have made me who I am?
Are you ever disappointed in me? Your eyes and voice do not lie, but does your mind and heart hide away the truth?
Mama papa, I am tired. I am tired. I am tired. Exhausted, cumbersome, lethargic, and dreadful I feel. I am tired of pretending and carrying my burdens, they feel so heavy. Let me lay my head on you. I am angry, too. Furious, enraged, and mad. Angry at everyone, angry at everything, angry at the world yet, silence won and sealed my lips tight instead. In quiet fury, my tears slide down the slope of my cheeks, drops of salty mixture filled with dread.
I’m sorry mother, for I cannot carry your lineage when I’m hanging on a cliff's edge carrying my very own chaos, destruction, and downfall. I’m sorry father, for I cannot carry your name with me since I might choose to live shorter than you.
I wish I could be as smart in math and responsibilities as you, mama. Collected all the golden cups and awards and conquered first place academically like it had always been yours. Managing and organizing your life as well as your necessities while never letting down your husband or your darlings either. I wish for your hands to caress and brush my hair from time to time instead of just working at home to take care of your other darlings. But, I don’t even know why I wish for it because I don't even like to be touched by anybody.
I wish I could see life in an easier way like you, papa. A tough and high sense of justice and determination for all. You strive to see the truth in things no matter how chaotic and bruised and broken they are. I wish for you to never give up on me no matter how many times I’ve betrayed you. I never expected to have failed my role as your daughter. I wish that in another life, I could’ve been a better version where I’m more perfect and well put together without having to succumb to my monstrous feelings and emotions.
I’m sorry for my issues. For being attached at times and the next minute I am gone. I am sorry, for the easier and more convenient life that you could have had without me. I am sorry, that I have to be the one to end up being your daughter. I am deeply indebted to you, I could never ever repay you no matter how much I try. I am truly sorry for the failure I am and probably would always be.
yo, crazy thought i had but wht if i died one day then all of a sudden, my tumblr acc got uncovered or smth and people begin making memes and commentaries of my shitposting saying tht i was iconic or smth like they do w/ dead famous figures. i think tht wud be amazing 😊
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low-key idk how to describe this feeling but when u’re asking a rlly nice and friendly seller off an e-commerce app and it feels as if u’re texting a friend instead and the seller texts in a similar way and oh my god suddenly the world is a beautiful place
i’m damn serious all of a sudden i’m slightly sad the convo wud end once the seller is done making the custom phone strap for me and i check out the product 🥹🫶
Silence is a complex thing for me. The aesthetic of silence is nice- late night, the world is asleep, it's peaceful. But the reality of silence is... deafening. It feels like something is missing, it's unnerving, stressful. I find it hard to focus without some degree of noise.
All in all, when things are quiet, it makes me feel alone with my own mind, and that's kinda scary to me.
