What was it like to lose? All my life, I’ve been held to impossibly high standards that I’ve managed to reach. I’ve been scraping the bar, but I’ve reached the standard. I finally made people proud! I felt good for a while, but this proved that my maximum effort, the effort that exhausts me to no end, the effort that has been forced from me, the effort that takes such a heavy toll on my body, is someone’s minimum effort.
The feeling of dread that seeps back into my body is cold. I had known the warmth of happiness and love and care, but now I must go through the cycle of being compared to someone else. Insults, demeaning and derogatory comments make their way back into my life, dragging me down.
I’m fighting for my life in this sea of brutality, struggling to survive, desperately trying to stay afloat, while I watch them float effortlessly, like the perfect being they are. The water they swim in is so clean, and pure. Mine is tainted with blood, sweat, and salty tears. What was it like to lose? It was like normal. It was the norm for me. The only reason it hurts so much is I was doing so well. And then I went and ruined it.
But I must stand aside and accept my place, below them.

Raven read what?

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 damn 😭 Have fun vro

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 NICEE

Good LUCKK

Blake lowkey giggled-
shut up, because I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain to you that your family tree is a wreath. <33

@BorisPavlikoskysSluttyCunt H E A R D.

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 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!

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-)

𝜗𝜚 rylie Thats- Crazy- bro was inconspicuously calling you stupid 😭

Those thoughts have come so dangerously close, but I never can.
But there’s always this voice in the back of my mind that I’ll never be good enough.
That I’ll never win their approval.
That I never should have been born.

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble You know, a vent post isn’t the best place to be the silly 💀

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Basically the first picture is when she was a young teen, when she was really rebellious, and then she’s found by the Harpy’s Claw–a deadly assassination school for young girls. She’s trained and made to be in their image. The third image is after she escapes the Harpies and dies on the job, becoming a Reaper for Kenmos (Death). The last image is after she grows up, becoming a…relatively respectable adult. (This actually hasn’t happened yet, and it’s just for a roleplay of mine-)

@ᴛʀᴇᴠᴏʀ stoppp 😭

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 Oh-- dude- if you need someone to vent to, I’m here. :)

“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

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 Yes. is red- :3

@Jordan-16-Alpha-Edgy . :huh: