His name is 不滅の死

emerald my beloved

𖤐𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𖤐 Yeah time isnt really kind sometimes…

“The room is loud with silence now, your absence now more noticeable than ever. The echoes of your laugh linger still, haunting the night before slipping away in the break of day. I reach for shapes that are not your face in the dark, reaching for the warmth your skin cannot replace. This loneliness wears your name, shouting your name in parades of song, that crack the mirror, and stain the carpets. If love once bloomed here, it now rots. The soil remains, but the roots do not. Tears do fall, but do not dry, and hearts must break without goodbye.”

It’s getting a revamp, and it’s hopefully going to be a bit longer than last time!

Carrie had an… odd relationship with Sofi to say the least. When she had first been taken in, it was somewhat awkward. They had wound up growing closer, similar to roomates? It was hard to say. Though Carrie’d be lying if she said they were still… that close?

Sofi is obviously very upset by this. But she didn’t try to force a relationship on Carrie, as she was a teenager going through… teenager things. She hadn’t actually been a teenager in a while, so it was hard to say. She wouldn’t exactly say she had some sort of ‘motherly instinct’ when taking care of the teenager, because she didn’t. Carrie wasn’t even… normal. She didn’t mean to be rude while saying this, but she was- different. Crazy? An understatement. Sofi could hardly count the amount of times she’s seen Carrie walk into the house, covered in blood. (Usually, Sofi didn’t even know if it was Carrie’s or not.)
What frustrated Sofi, is Carrie never opened up. Almost never. There were a few, (yet quite rare) moments where Sofi’d find herself sitting on the light grey couch in the living room, holding that usually stoic teenager, in her arms; sobbing.
She still can’t get that one moment out of her head. That one moment where Carrie practically begged her for something she could never do.
“I know you can. Just- Kill me. Please.”

You are nothing but a burden, Cassandra. You are nothing but dead weight.
That damned cursed watch kept whispering in the back of my mind, and i just…couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but I remember cutting my fiancé, Kaz, off.
“Just admit it, Kaz. I’m a burden. I just take up space, and put a mental weight on people because I overthink so much. I make people worry.”
He pulled me closer, his voice low, almost hurt I would think such a thing. “You will never be a burden. You help me simply by existing, you’re the opposite of a burden. And you can hold your own in a fight better than any of us. I fucking love you, Cass-”
“Don’t touch me…” I remember brushing his hand off and starting to get up.
“Wait-! You’re not a fucking burden, darling-”
“Don’t lie to me, Kaz. All I do is weigh you guys down. All I do is slow you down. I’m the reason Sebastian got into this mess. Im the reason everyone nearly died. I’m not good enough for this place.”
“I’m not fucking lying! Why can’t you see that? Over and over again, you say that you’re not good enough and you are. You’re enough. It doesn’t matter what you might’ve done, you’re still one of us!”
“Because I keep proving my point.”
“You haven’t proven a damn thing other than the fact that you’re the love of my life. Please, don’t leave…”
“I…I have to, Kaz. At least just for a little bit. Just… I need to clear my head, since I overthink so much.”
“…O-okay. Just…don’t do anything stupid…”
“I don’t know if I’ll be back, actually. Tell the others. Don’t try to follow me…”
…And with that, I left Lord Rezik’s palace. Left the kingdom of Ouros, and I became a vessel for the dark power that was inside the watch.
I’ve made my choice.

@Shadow YESSS (GUYS I’M ON A SPOOKY KICK RN-)

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble 😭…

“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the great mountainous island of Tremalking. the wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.” --Robert Jordan; The Wheel of Time: The Path of Daggers

When I was a very very young child and I listened to my first instrumental, I didn’t know how people did it. Until I had a brainiac cell-less idea to say they muffle their songs with like-- a pillow or something because of how instrumentals are sometimes muffled. But if they’re clean (and I mean CLEAN. [cleaner than my sexuality]), I thought they always remade the songs, Just removing the voice and keeping the instrumentals…

no joke i love it
idk why i barely do it its literally so fun
deadass
i should write more

@august

You welcome you absolute picasso of a writer.

@august Fr bro went total bat shit

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble ah, 'preciate- :>

Matt listened to her speak.

Listened to her explain.

The poor girl. His girl.

“So anyways, I’m like- a certified ‘psycho’ now.”

She snickered at the term, crossing her arms. For someone who’s been through so much, she obviously didn’t seem to care.

“How’ve you been? I don’t think i asked.”

She sipped the coke she held, placing the glass cup on the marble table.

so like i never finished this and it keeps popping up and im lazy so im js ognna post it

@beautiful-princess-disorder SORRY CHAT I WANTED TO YAP

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol quite a lot of words- 😭
Me and my boyfriend were yapping late last night and this morning.

𖤐𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𖤐 nah i will defend myself with some methods :D