And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh…
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i think dan and diana both “love [natalie] as much as [they] can” and dan does a better job of it and is very intentional with giving natalie time and attention but he’s almost too intentional with it, too obvious that “look at us! i’m giving you attention!” she knows she’s getting scraps, she knows her mom comes first, she’s getting what dan has left to give when her mom doesn’t need anything at the moment—she’s a distant second place to gabe in her mom’s mind and a slightly closer second place to her mom in her dad’s mind
Ah the website was fixed! Now i can enjoy my free time messing around with silly stuff... Wait what i thought we were having fun 😭???????
You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
Pain, pain, and more pain. I am hurting knowing that he’s hurting
wouldnt it be fucked up if dark was the one in the mock interview
Somewhere deep
In this scaffolding of bones
My heart aches
For love
And the stars
I knew i had to leave you
When sitting by your side
Began to feel painful
Instead of like home
Dont you think I've hurt enough?
My chest is pieces
My heart is numb
Razor sharp words
Shred my skin
Daggers of emotions
Carve my soul
You did this!
Yet you scream at me
For being broken
And mangled
As if it were my fault
For loving
In the first place
Someone, cut off my leg.
My knee hurts so much, im sending out an SOS, if you see taminophen, I would like some.