Nothing To See Here - Blog Posts
Me: walking through the halls of the hotel, carrying 15 tortillas, 4 shirts, a mostly empty jar of peanut butter, a pair of ripped trousers, a bag of bags, and a skull
Me: wow I hope I don't run into anyone because this would not be easy to explain
The Stars will guide you home
On today's episode, just normal gal pals being completely normal gal pals. Nothing to see here.
My starry corridor is full so I need to delete some stuff so have my dumb starry corridors that I believe I haven't posted here yet hurr durr
That one was an attempt at a serious one because I wanted to play with the wind suit
And then
Yeah okay that's all continue scrolling now
jerejean fics are so much fun to read bc in aftg the characters more or less roll with the hits and just kind of accept what’s going on, and it doesn’t seem that out of the ordinary when you read it, but then you see how jeremy reacts to jean’s stories in the fanfics and it’s like... oh right... that’s actually probably how a normal person would react in this scenario
Nothing to see her folks, just a cat picture to brighten some ones day, nothing to read into the post to much-
There is a day that you feel tired for no reason :
- You just want to laze around not doing anything
- Sensitive to almost everything
- Feel anxious for no reason
- Negative thoughts
When I’m alone and have nothing to do, I’m always thinking “why” about something,
I get answers for some of them but the rest left unanswered .
When you show your significant other (of not that longish) your likes on Tumblr - and that set of wedding dress photos that you liked and forgot about (most likely when you were inebriated) is in the feed - so you quickly scroll past although you just spent a minute describing why you liked each and every one of the other posts....
this yellow submarine scene always makes me laugh
Open Your Heart
You are born with it open
Joyous and free.
You don't even know how to close it.
The instinct to let everything inside
As natural as breathing.
So wide open are the passages of your heart
That you can find no distinction
Between yourself and the rest of the world.
Open your heart, you hear,
And you do, gladly. Easily.
Uncomprehending
Of the enormity
Of what this platitude asks of you.
You feel that perhaps
Everything might live in your heart.
That would certainly explain the warmth you feel
As each one settles just beneath your ribs,
Nestling into the threads
You wove from your love.
♥
Inevitably,
A hole rips through your chest
As one of them tears itself from you,
Rending your tapestry to shreds.
And you are left holding your
Stuttering,
Gasping,
Bleeding heart
In your hand.
You did not know.
You did not understand.
Your fingers trace the outline of your wound
As you think of all of the others you have invited in
And imagine what shapes they might make,
When they leave you.
Your heart continues to pump,
Its contents dribbling through your fingers.
It can only try to keep beating;
It does not know how to do anything else.
Numbly,
You pull your heart close
And begin to stitch it closed.
♥
When it has healed
And sensation has returned,
You can feel fluttering against the outside of your heart,
Searching in vain for an entrance.
You feel safe.
Your heart cannot be torn open
From the outside.
At first they do not tempt you,
The flutterings,
The echo of pain still resonating in your hollow chest.
But though you do not want to admit it,
Your heart still beats
And remembers
And wants.
A flutter lingers,
Becomes a gentle caress.
It is so bright and warm and full of wonder.
Your heart aches.
Inevitably,
You surrender.
You reach back into your ribcage,
Pull out your heart,
And tear open the stitches
To let the warmth in.
It hurts
To leave it open.
It throbs with each beat,
Seeping through the hole in your chest.
But, you feel that perhaps
It might hurt less now,
When they leave you.
♥
Your heart stays open
And warm.
You begin to feel the tug
Of your broken threads reattaching.
The outline of your wound is not so raw as it once was.
The edges have grown stronger with use.
Inevitably,
Each one leaves.
But you have left the way open,
And though the snap of every thread is keenly felt,
It stays open, still.
♥
Ima ignore this cuz in my eyes Reaver is Hobw’s dad and I refuse to let go of Ben Finn x hobw
what fable headcanon is so real and true that it has to be actually canon and why is it that ben finn is the love child of reaver and some random woman he fucked therefore making him a hero of skill
Yeah, I turned Snotlout into a pony, what of it?