Rose - Blog Posts
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Black and white.
Withering away.
Psycho Mesn Characters 2
You got me red,red
You got me cold in my apartment screaming 'yeah,yeah'
You want somebody who can touch you like I did,did
-Blind eyes Red by Minnie
(Y'all better check her song cuzzzz this song is literally the female version of Chas3 Atlantic)
The Black Mustang
Something familiar caught my eyes across the junction, and how I wish I didn't remember. It’s such an odd thing because you’d think spending time trying to forget it and having done a decent job at not remembering, would amount to your inability to recall a certain past. However, that was very much untrue today.
The shiny black Mustang. There it was, after all these years. I didn’t have to check the license plate to know it was yours, but I knew it was. Maybe I expected it to look a little older, more broken and faded like me, but it looked almost as good as the day you first pulled up into that parking lot, the day I knew you’d be the death of me. One little, visible scratch on the bonnet and you’d spend hours buffing it out. Yes, a little exaggeration there, but maybe those are the little things I missed about you most when you were gone. The way you frowned when you were upset, or the way you kept pushing your glasses back up your nose, the way you wore your watch a little loosely, and the way your hand always found mine to rest upon even while driving.
This could only mean one thing, that you were finally home. And that implied another thing altogether, that I didn’t exist in your thoughts anymore.
I found myself walking closer to the Mustang, and the closer I got, the more I remembered. This wasn’t just a car to us, it was a home on many days we didn’t have a place to go. We’d spend hours camping out with food and movies, sometimes with coffee and books. I remember the way your car always smelled like the pages of a book well-loved and used, the ones with many lines of bends on its spine, the ones with plenty of dog-ear pages that we never quite went back to finish up, and the ones that were always comforting and maybe a little tragic. After all, we remember pain better than happiness.
On good days, we spoke about anything under the sun and found solace in the simplest yet abstract ideas. It felt as though we were unbound, vast yet small, and inadequate in comparison to a world we knew so little about. On bad days, we had songs to fill the deafening silence and drove for miles in search of a destination that never quite came. Words could never fill the void quite the way your music did.
This car was the birthplace of our dreams and in the end, the very death of it too. How I wish I’d taken the usual way back home today. But today, I felt adrift, out of place, and heavy-hearted. I felt strange and I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but I saw it all staring back at me in the reflection of the very car I loved as much as you. Because its appearance each day meant you were here and that you were gonna take me home, it meant we were gonna laugh till our jaws hurt a little, that we were gonna share a huge cup of coffee and have endless conversations. It meant that you were finally with me and that made each day worth surviving. And its absence left me just as devastated as yours did. I waited many days hoping for the familiar squeal of your tires that never quite came, I kept faith that only faded each day I was alone again.
It felt peaceful remembering you and everything about us, but it shattered me a little more. It felt like the path I was walking on had given way and I fell into the depths of an abyss, traveling in complete darkness and at the mercy of your saving, all over again.
Maybe I wanted to be lost and trapped and hurt and bled. Maybe I’d hoped you’d walk this way right now, in this very instant, and see me standing right next to the thing we once cherished. It could always go south but why did I enjoy this pain you kept bringing down upon me? It was as though I wanted to be wounded, like it didn’t matter even if I was hurt. I wanted to know what you’d choose; to embrace or ignore, to love or let go...
I guess the devil finally came out to play and in that moment I saw my deepest desire; I wanted to see you one more time, even if that encounter was bound to hurt me. Somewhere between remembering and thinking about all these things, my legs started to give way and I had to sit on the curb. Looking a little homeless and a lot broken, I knew I had to go.
As much as I craved your presence, the familiar scent of your cologne and aftershave, the tight embraces after a really long day, the way your lips curled as you whispered my name, the way you were my sanity and I was your reality, was all nothing but a dream now.
I still walk home the other way just to see if your car is still there, some days it’s gone and my heart aches a little and on other days, its presence gives me a strange sense of comfort.
Maybe it’s a twisted game, maybe the car isn’t yours, and maybe one day you’ll be there with it. All I know is that somewhere in the space between the walls of my heart and the empty lots of that parkade, you exist. Your very being fills this place with soul and maybe I need a little bit of that. And that little bit will give me every ounce of strength I need to carry on with life. Maybe one day it’ll all be gone and I will go back to my mundane routine, but I’d never stop looking for you, for us, in a crowd.
Maybe one day it’d hurt a lot less thinking about all this, and maybe one day it’d be just another black Mustang and on that day, I’ll know I made peace with a past I no longer held. Just maybe…
© Raina Rose.
I write this in hopes you’d understand one day, I write this because I cannot speak my mind, I fail to express myself in the right way, I plan to say a million things but when I speak with you, somehow I seem to lose all sense. Even right now, I thought these words will flow out of me easily, but I struggle to string them together. I have always been good with words, I’ve always been able to express myself, at least enough through my writing, but now, I can’t even seem to get that right. For the sake of us both, I’ll try.
I seem to be dead even while alive, it is a little morbid to start it all this way considering how much life you’ve poured into me. Truth is, you surround me even in your absence. You’ve painted my walls in colours I didn’t realize I’d fall in love with, I walk meadows filled with flowers that were once a memory, I hear songs of a love so forbidden and I write eulogies for the lost souls of this world. What have you done to me? All the things that were once filled with love, now stands empty, a dying memory of all that used to be. It is an understatement when I say it hurts, because you used to be such a huge part of me, and then suddenly, we both lost each other and I’m still picking up all these pieces that were supposed to be mine, and I hope you’ve found yours. I didn’t mean for this to break, I didn’t want to make you cry. It’s the first thing I promised you when we met, that I’ll always find a way to make you smile. Now, I stand stranded with an empty promise of mine.
I am sorry, for all that we’ve lost, for all that could have been and for all that we’ll never have. I wanted to do right by you, so I moved away, I created this distance because you always knew what to say. And when you said those things, I knew I’d go running back to you, to where we drove each other mad in the name of love, only to break apart even more, even messier. I cannot predict the future, nor do I have ways of knowing how it will all end for us if we tried again, but right now, this seems to be the best solution for us both and if you blame me, I accept it. I know you never would, but even if a small part of you is mad with me for all of this, then understand that I assent it. I do not walk guilt free, I am not the only victim here, and you are allowed to hate and loathe and despise me. This was never going to be easy, and all this pain I’ve caused you, I wish I could take them away from you and turn it all into smiles.
I am writing this because our conversations never go the way I imagine them to be, I keep telling myself to be as friendly and nice, and easy-going and kind but every time you come close to me, I lose all sanity. I can’t stop thinking about the way your lips curl when you say my name, I can’t help but think about the thoughts that wander your mind endlessly, the things you do that makes you, you, makes me miss you more. I am sorry for being rash, for being uptight, for being unkind, for planting doubts in your mind and heart, for breaking my promise and for letting you go.
I hope you find all the love and happiness this world has to offer and when solitude seems to come easier than the rest, don’t blame yourself either, we thrive better when we’re alone. Don’t cage those words in your head, put them down on a piece of paper somewhere, you’d thank me one day. Give all those rom-coms and love stories a break, but if you don’t, because we have a favorite genre here, make sure you catch up on as much adventurous and thrilling movies, because you can’t survive this world with just love. You’re kind, sometimes too kind to a world that hasn’t been very kind to you. Remember, you’re your own person and no one gets to push you around, be humane but don’t lose yourself while being benevolent. Sometimes, things we do hurt people and the things people do, hurts us, but don’t overthink, don’t shy away or skip moments to avoid that pain, because pain, my friend, ‘pain demands to be felt’. And who better knows that sentiment, than us…
With love always,
Rose.
© Raina Rose.
I would pass out.
I need lewis Hamilton and rosé to date like rn cause the other couples aren't coupling the way they should couple .
pure happiness that's what i'm feeling rn
i can't believe we life in a world where kylian, rosé and lewis have a campaign together
Chaelisa x F1 drivers
if i had a nickel every time an f1 driver met a blackpink member, i would have 2 nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice
I screamed soooo much
it's been a day and i still can't believe we got rosé and lewis in the same room
okay , i had this thought for a while now and i’m gonna share it.
so ,,, why is everyone so obsessed with jungkook’s lovelife? Like idk bout yall but there are other biased bts members and i don’t see them getting shipped as much as jk biased people ship him with ,,, IU , Lisa , Rosè (and twice members) etc... Idk, if i were him , I personally wouldn’t mind getting shipped, but his fans make edits, photoshop pictures and videos and it’s getting out of control. I wouldn’t care actually, BUT THE THING IS , let’s take my ultimate bias Yoongi for e.g , wouldn’t it make more sense for people to obsess over him and IU? They’re the same age , they made a goddamn song and produced it so they had to spend some time together? They were both dirt poor at the beginning and climbed to the top. They have more in common than let’s say Lisa and Jk (they’re literally only shipped together because of their age and because they’re the king and queen of kpop or whatever the fuck). Y’all don’t see us Yoongi shippers ship him with IU , or any other female idol for that matter (someone said that yoongi stans are so unproblematic, we just compare him to cats and cry about it lmfao) So why are Jk stans obsessed with shipping but would actually cry if it turns out he is dating?! Like the person who’d date him would get so much hate and it’s fucked up. Now for my next argument, wouldn’t it make more sense to ship , let’s say, Lisa and Hobi? They’re both rappers that have a passion for dancing above everything else. It just makes more sense idk??? Or let’s say shipping Rosè with Yoongi? Cuz they both have an absurd passion for music, both love the process of it, so why don’t people ship them? (and don’t say age cuz yall have no problem shipping IU and JK or Jin with that comedian). Idk it just makes me weirded out, and most of the times the idols are really fucking uncomfortable with shipping so why not just stop altogether?
Rose by the Window 🥀
Wainscoting Bedroom in Paris
Inspiration for a large contemporary medium tone wood floor and wainscoting bedroom remodel with blue walls and no fireplace
A cake I made today ☺️
Still practicing lol
Natalie Petal Gardiner (London, England)
red and white
2024/06/22
In a few days is their anniversary...
Nauru and a blue rose
Lil drawing done for @askafterlife 's challenge over on her Discord server!
Day 16: Coffin (Memento Mori)
