belu

Na Trećem Sastanku

Na prvom sastanku
foliraću te na sve moguće načine
koji su u skladu mog puberteta
kome mandat polako ističe,
pričaću ti kako sam trinesto dete
u siromašnoj porodici,
kako od treće godine radim u rudniku
i kako triput dnevno pre svakog obroka
pomišljam na samoubistvo.
Pričaću ti koješta,
al te neću poljubiti.

Na drugom sastanku ćutaću sve vreme,
pustiću malo tebe da pričaš.
A ja ću kobajgi sve to slušati
i neću te poljubiti.

Za treći sastanak obući ću belu košulju
sa tamno plavom kravatom
a preko toga crni pulover sa rol-kragnom,
da me izleči kompleksa,
i neću te pipnuti celo veče.
A kad već počneš da sumnjaš
u moju seksualnu opredeljenost,
i kad se popneš na treću stepenicu
poljubiću te što nežnije mogu
na opštu radost gledalaca.

Đorđe Balašević

I can help you, if you want me to.

Hello, this is BeluBun. But you can call me Belu, if you want to.

I want to start this with something important. I am not a faker, I am not someone that you are gonna tell your problems and I am just going to go and tell everyone. I am personally a person that will love to help everyone I came across with…and I am honest with myself saying that I don’t want anything to happend to you.

And with that being said…
I want to help you, if you are depressed, sad or feeling like you just don’t matter. I want you to know that, that’s not true, we may not know each other but for me, every person matters, being an artist or not. I want to help you and give you a fun time to make you see that in your life maybe not everything it’s so shitty…I want to help, I wish to help everyone and everything. You can talk to me you don’t have to be shy about it..

And now are people questioning themselfs. Why? Why would I? You don’t even know me. Why would you want to help me?

Because I don’t want you to live what I live…being completely honest, I am not a strong person, I have never been someone either important or maybe even someone that people like. When I was young I was the punch bag of many people..classmates, people that I thought they were my friends, my teachers, my hole family talking it seriously…

I was always called a weirdo, a good for nothing, a stupid person and even sometimes humiliated in front of many people…and that just continued to the day I almost killed myself…I was mentally unstable at that point in my life that I didn’t even wanted to just hurt myself, I felt like I just wasn’t good enough for taking even the medica time and I just wanted to end it all…I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and I was more than ready to get it all in my chest…but I didn’t…I am still here because I noticed something…I don’t need to die to prove the world that I was done with everything…that just showed that I wasn’t strong…and I wanted to show everyone that no matter what they do, thay are just NOT gonna take me down. So I did what I did…In an especific day in my school where everyone before we end school, needed to say some words to the people in there, like your classmates, teaches, and family. I decided to free myself from they horrible words and acts and to tell everyone how I was feeling and how they all made me feel, to this day, some people that know me tend to bother me when they see me in public…

The point I am trying to make here is…I don’t want you to go to the point of thinking suicidal thoughts or even maybe hurt your self…I don’t want you to live as bad as I did…I don’t want you to feel that you are lonely and that no one else will come to save you…I want you to see me as a person that can help you…that you can have a simple and funny talk for a while to forget everything bad that happened to you and just laugh, smile or just be happy for a moment…

I am not here to make you feel sorry for me…
I don’t even care for me…that’s maybe not something I should say but I don’t know anymore at this point…

I just want to help you…I want you to feel happy…I want you to Be happy..~ I want yo to always even in the hardest of times to be happy! Be strong! Tell the world that they can’t hurt you!! That you are able to do everything you want!! That you can be with who you want and that you should never feel embarrassed for it!..I want you to be happy and strong to finish things that you thought you never could have done…I want you to dream big and to complete that dream…

My name is Belu. And I want to help you. If you want help from me, just tell me…text me in anonymous or in private or just in an ask if you are to shy to make the first move…I promise that I won’t let you down…I promise that everything I want, it’s to help you…

Anything for charity

Summary: Future!fic. Oswald hosts a ‘buy a date’ charity fundraiser at the Iceberg Lounge and Edward participates simply for the opportunity to flaunt himself on stage. Prompt provided by @nygmaticreport​!


As Edward ascended the steps leading to the stage, the overhanging lights slowly transitioned from red to a dazzling green. He had requested a colour change (or demanded, rather) prior to approaching the stage, intent on making an entrance.

And make an entrance he did, twirling his question mark cane and tipping his green bowler as he approached the microphone.

The Iceberg Lounge was having a charity fundraiser, an attempt to make the establishment seem legitimate and draw in much needed law-abiding clientele. It’d had some degree of success, as big names such as Bruce Wayne and Jim Gordon were in attendance, though he suspected the latter was only present to ensure nothing uncouth occurred.

Thus far, ten thousand had been the highest bid, paid by Bruce Wayne for a date with Pamela Isley (he suspected she had been utilizing her pheromones in order to provoke bids, though, the cheater).

Edward intended to earn double that.

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hiatus note ;

ok so, this blog will be on

  full hiatus until 2nd of june 

as i will be travelling abroad. i will drop by to check the im/chat/whatever it is called as often as i can so feel free to demand plotting etc !  but no ic interactions will happen during the hiatus. 

i can’t say if i will manage to active on 3rd as the timezones will most likely fuck me up and stuff. and i will probs be emotional af bc i made my over-10-year-old dream come true

as far as i remember, i have replied to all threads i have (pls let me know if somehow have forgotten someone !!  

@ambrxsivs
@spellbks
@stvrnja
@oftheoi
@dahliancgra

“Sama. Nije više imala nikoga. Nije više imala ni svoju muziku. Čak ni nju više. U propalom vremenu, da, vremenu, jer u tim godinama kao da je i ono stalo, izvitoperilo se, ustajalo i puno nekog lošeg zadaha koji ljudima nije davao mira, ona je završila svoj zivot. Sve je već odavno izgubljeno, a uskoro ni nje više biti neće. I kako je uopšte došlo do te potpune beznačajnosti njenog postojanja? Dolaska bede koja će je dokrajčiti. Da li je ona mogla da se žali na neku zlu kob? Nešto što je u njoj zacrtano od rodjenja. Lošu sudbinu? Pa ako život, kao takav posmatramo naravno od njegovog početka, videćemo da njen zivot, njen početak, rođenje i mladost, ona najranija, nije nosila ni najsvetliju nijansu crnila. Naprotiv, rođena je u dobro vreme i na dobrom mestu, okružena umetnošću koja će je potpuno obeležiti. Umetnost i svi njeni vidovi biće sama srž njenog bića. Stvaraće. Stvaraće mnogo i stvaraće snažno, u mnogo pravaca i boja, ali će se nekako izdvojiti to crno, ta neka bol i melanholija kojom će se sve i završiti. Završiti, jer je više nema. Već dugo nije grešnica. Otišla je tamo gde ni greh više ne postoji. Umrla je. Ipak isijavanje njene duše, njeno stvaranje i dalje traje. Mene je pokrenulo. I sam pogled na izbledelu crno-belu sliku, jer nekako boja nikada nije bila njen stil, bio je dovoljan da me baci u trans pisanja. Zamislite samo šta bi tek nekada, kad je sve jos imalo boju od koje je ona još uvek živo bežala, mogao učiniti pogled njenih očiju i zvuk koji bi prešao njene usne boje mesa.”

spellbks  asked:

👀 Would you give up immortality if Bells wanted to?

     Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty. 

                                                    — [Status ~ Accepting ] 

“Well, aren’t you a nosy one. Attacking the real questions first. Since I have to be entirely honest with you… depending on the situation and with the knowledge that he can most likely give me my immortality back, yes. Yes I would give it up if he wanted me to. Heck, I’d take a bullet for him any day. He’s the oldest friend I have. If a friend is even something I can call him. I’d like to say we are past that part.”