broken--mirrors

When you are hurting remember
that a wilting flower has the power to disseminate seeds of life.
Fragments of broken mirrors will always manifest reflections of beauty

and the storm inside of you will find its calm.

—  //growing
Aries: I envy you. I envy your courage, your stupidity and your childishness. Maybe you’re asking “Why?” Well, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we were all children at heart, like you? Like seeing things so horrible yet still making corny jokes? Like telling your feelings, like running until your feet hurt? Like purity, like innocence mixed with knowledge? You have experienced the world, you have experienced life. And yet, you still stand here. Brave and tall. As if to say “I am not afraid of life. I am not afraid to live.”

Taurus: I will always associate you with flowers and colours. With lilies and roses and blood oranges. I will always associate you with fruit and red-green-yellow. We will speak in colours, talk in words others won’t understand. With red-grey sand and blue-green eyes. An encouraging nod, a hug with clasping hands. Words left unspoken simply ‘cause they were never meant to be said, they were meant to be. They were meant to be. Plucking petals like a grade schooler playing games about love. Holding a magnifying glass over your head, and I could not find a flaw. I just saw you. I saw you.

Gemini: While you drink in the melodies of everyone’s laughter. The ghosts find a new home inside your body. A facade of performance, masking out true emotions. While the hallways turn vacant and your ghosts shut the doors. The voices leave the room empty, the emptiness in your chest weighing like a brick worth thousands of golden bricks. I cannot put a price on your heart, I don’t know its colours. I don’t know its voice. Or the three albums you have on repeat over the summer, or the songs you dance to at night. Simply because you are you, unique, mysterious and beautiful.

Cancer: You are a puzzle and I am not your missing peace, I don’t own it. But you do. You make up your own being. Maybe you left it in your back pocket, next to the shattered dreams or under the pillars you build when you were eight years old. The ones you made to put your broken home on, searching for stability in broken mirrors. I will linger in my map of you and I swear that even when I get back it leads back to you. It always leads back to you. To that little house with orange paint on the walls from ten years ago. With the nicotine sticking to a once white ceiling and some kind of animals running around. The dusty photographs will still stand on the desk. You will still sit on that one spot, with teary eyes and crossed legs. And you will still be beautiful.

Leo: I could never describe your beauty. Your beauty cannot be multiplied, it can only be remembered, treasured, envied, appreciated or regretted. And by remembered I mean that when you feel like you are just another extra in someone’s life that they will mention you to their parents during dinner. They will talk about your shining personality and sparkling eyes. By treasured I am talking about that “the one” experience which you deserve. A treasure filled with all things unique and irreplaceable. One that’s filled with happiness. By envied I am talking about the eyes you do not see, or do not wish to see. Or don’t notice. You stand out in a crowd, especially when you don’t think you are. By appreciated I am talking about the ones who see your true you, your tangled hair and cracked lips. The ones who still stay even through the bad times. By regretted I am talking about the people who did not see your beauty until you blossomed. I understand why you find cocoons beautiful now, and how you like caterpillars just as much as butterflies.

Virgo: Snow litters on untouched skin. Sun rains through the cracks of the darkness even where you hide. I could hear you talking every day. Forever. With delicate fingers and blushed cheeks. Your hair untamed and your fingers bruised to the bone. Delicately logical. The edges of the leafs of oak trees remind me of your way of thinking. The overhang reminds me of your mind. Which casts shadows over the villagers in the houses you build where colourless souls reside. You are so often in debate with your own head, at war with your own body. Never at peace, always restless. Always asking, “but why?” I don’t know. You like it, don’t you? Parading around in your own world? Sweet little soul in a world full of pain.

Libra: The bell of the church echoed through your head a little longer than it should’ve. It never was nice. We never played nice. We talked until our lips were dry and I stayed home when you were out cold. But memories don’t matter anymore do they darling? In this orchestra of harmonious noises where you are the leader of everything nothing can hurt you. I don’t know, I don’t know. And goddamnit I know you will try to push everything on yourself again. You always do. That’s just how you work. Why don’t you warm your hands on your own body for once? You don’t need another person to feel like you’re loved, you only need one. One whole, full, true person.

Scorpio: Everything seems darker these days. Charcoal coloured clouds are a daily thing. And your arms are always covered up along with your legs. Even in the summer the nights don’t seem as enchanting. Not when small bruises shaped like the bumps of your knuckles litter on your thighs. Self destructive lullabies, “I just need a friend, for once in my life.” A desire for someone to stay ripped from your lips. So I stayed by your side wondering, if you wanted me to stay or needed me to stay. Of course I could say you remind me of scarlet blood and bathroom tiles. But you also remind of the river I used to play in when I was nine. You also remind me of the necklace I got when my grandmother passed away. You remind me of memories, the good, the bad, the in-between. You remind me of life. Please keep on living.

Sagittarius: The reason that I didn’t cry when you left was because crying means letting go, or so you said. And I don’t want to let you go. I want you to be a part of me, forever. But I can’t do that, you would rot in the hell hole that is my mind. I can’t put you through more cruelty. I hate how I am the reason you cry on bad nights, do you still wonder if I miss you? I do. I do. I do. Regret was stronger than appreciation. But you’re so fucking strong. Your eyes still shine even when you’re sad. You think no one likes you yet you know that’s not true. You’re the reason I am alive. You let me experience pain, beauty, emotion. You let me live. You’re so much more than enough, sometimes I can’t even handle who you are. You are dazzling. But you could never control your heart, it always wandered over the streets of other people’s bodies.

Capricorn: When the sun sets over mountains and the houses made of glass shatter I will still see your name in the sky in neon lights. The little bugs in our home always wanted to be friends with you. They always say on the tip of your nose with gentle smiles. I never envied you, I wish I treasured you. You are so simplistic and nice. Nice. Too underrated for your own good, no? Aren’t we all. Your hands will still be remembered by those you touched. You always leave some kind of mark that they don’t want to wash off. You have that affect on people. You make them drown their thoughts and hold their breath when you walk into a room. You are an old soul, you know. Why? You just do. Because you’re you. And nothing can change that or the late nights, the slowness or the fastness in your walk doesn’t matter for the right people. They will walk for you until they have blathers on their toes. If they don’t you know what to do.

Aquarius: Swirls of icy wind are always your accomplice. Your cold, and beautiful; like snow. The wires always stick to your senses, they get stuck in between your backbone. They twist around your spine and plug into the back of your brain. You let other people control you like you’re a mindless puppet. I think the wires got the best of you. Whenever you speak your mind it says something beautiful and unique. You are original, not ordinary. I am sorry they teach you that being unique is bad and that you have to fit into this ‘ordinary’ world as an ‘ordinary’ person. Nothing is ordinary about you, not even your name. Your name says who you are as a person, if someone asks me to define you I will simply say your name, the definition of your personality is your name. Because your name is unique and so is your personality. Don’t let other people control you.

Pisces: The imaginary butterflies with the raven black wings told me about you. They tell me that your head is in a universe they have never seen, with all things beautiful and all things bad. They see you crying with your knees tugged up sometimes, hands in your hair as you hide beneath sheets of darkness. You write poetry with the blood in the sink and make galaxies with the stars you find inside other people their eyes. A gentle smile always embraces your lips, “So happy, yet so sad” they say. A mask is something you believe is beautiful, but I believe you are beautiful. The real you. Not the you who cautiously walks over this realm of sadness. Your moonlit hair is so silky, your sunlit eyes are so sad. Chin up little soldier.

—  Letters to the zodiac signs
If Anais Nin wrote astrology
  • Aries: "She has to make the atmosphere boil."
  • Gemini: "I am like a person walking through a mirror broken in two."
  • Taurus: "In reality I care for a few people very deeply, thoroughly and enduringly. Certain connections cannot change like that."
  • Cancer: "Certain events happen very close to me, others are dim. Some are vital and warm, some have a dreamlike quality."
  • Leo: "At midnight I had always been metamorphosed into a solitary, estranged wanderer."
  • Virgo: "The pain I give is only like homeopathy, to heal the pain given me, but it is not a blow to be given. Insidious and subtle."
  • Libra: "We will both lie to each other, and for the same reason: to create an impossible ideal world."
  • Scorpio: "He ruled my body with a magnetic rule, master of my dancing."
  • Sagittarius: "For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration."
  • Capricorn: "At thirteen I wrote: "Is there anyone who will understand me? I do not understand myself."
  • Aquarius: "Talking on the dream, I am always fertile and voluble. It is my favorite realm, and I am so familiar with its technical aspects."
  • Pisces: "Poetic vision is not the outcome of blindness but of a force which can transcend the ugliest face of reality..."
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“I am no one’s blessing
I’ll just bring you harm
I’m a cursed black cat
I’m an albatross
I’m a mirror broken
Sad to say
I’m your bad luck charm”

Thank you @y8ay8a for designing Aunt Qrow/Qrowe! I’ve never felt more badass in my life!

Photos by @chocozumo

Letters To The Zodiac Signs

Aries: I envy you. I envy your courage, your stupidity and your childishness. Maybe you’re asking “Why?” Well, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we were all children at heart, like you? Like seeing things so horrible yet still making corny jokes? Like telling your feelings, like running until your feet hurt? Like purity, like innocence mixed with knowledge? You have experienced the world, you have experienced life. And yet, you still stand here. Brave and tall. As if to say “I am not afraid of life. I am not afraid to live.”

Taurus: I will always associate you with flowers and colours. With lilies and roses and blood oranges. I will always associate you with fruit and red-green-yellow. We will speak in colours, talk in words others won’t understand. With red-grey sand and blue-green eyes. An encouraging nod, a hug with clasping hands. Words left unspoken simply ‘cause they were never meant to be said, they were meant to be. They were meant to be. Plucking petals like a grade schooler playing games about love. Holding a magnifying glass over your head, and I could not find a flaw. I just saw you. I saw you.

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Burning Man Ticket on the Low? Why, yes!

I’ve been waiting over a year to plot this out.

Last year, I was in therapy. (Although I never got past seeing the doctor to talk to an actual therapist to help me with my troubles.) I came early to my appointment to tell the doctor, no, these antidepressants don’t work, after weeks of continuous panic attacks. There were a few other patients, one being a Latino boy. I silently hoped everything was okay for him. When not being called as my appointment was set for, I panicked and left.

I used to have a real shitty car. Doors didn’t open, constantly overheated, had terrible shocks, and the brakes were shot. (RIP Pearl, you got me quite a few places despite being broken into and mirrors being smashed by ghetto neighbors.) As I’m backing out of the parking lot, shaking, a brand new, red Hyundai Sonata speeds up and slams on their brakes. Since my brakes suck, I barely ding this car.

I get out and begin apologizing profusely, the woman, with a thick accent, threatens to call the police while continuing to sit in the road, blocking traffic and putting herself at risk to getting hit again by a different car. I recognize the boy from the therapist’s office in the passenger seat. No sympathy, eh? Her son even pleaded with her, “Mom, not again…” Repeat offender of collecting insurance money?

I plead with her, as I don’t have insurance, (I could barely afford groceries, let alone insurance for my POS car,) but tell her I could easily fix the dent with a product from Wal-Mart and give her some money when I get paid at the end of the week. She’s on the phone with her insurance, asking me questions. Due to her thick accent, I kept asking her, “What?” She gets a smug smile on her face and asks me, in clear English, “Do you understand nothing?”

Skrrrt. No b*tch.

I keep my cool and get a ticket for $830 for not having insurance. The cop was nice enough to let other issues with the car go, (registration,) and I count my blessings.

Fast forward to present day. I’ve paid off this God-awful ticket and have a brand new car. (Thanks Cindy for your reverse camera so I never have to run into this issue again.) I still have her number from when her out of state insurance tried to call me and when she harassed me asking what I could do to fix the car. (“Do you understand nothing?” I ask myself when remembering I offered to help previously.)

Burning Man is this weekend and there’s always people scrambling last minute for tickets. A friend of mine mentioned this sweet, sweet fact shortly after this “accident” happened. I posted an ad on craigslist with her number selling a fictitious ticket.

Hope you want to change your number, it’ll ring with calls and texts non-stop well throughout the burn ✌

13-broken-mirrors  asked:

I would love to see ur interpretation of Hazel! She's a character that's so versatile in how she's drawn in the fandom (weird wording sorry) and I'd love to see you version!! (Also I love how you do eyes and basically everything else!!! Aaaaa thank you!)

my bby… honestly all the pjo/hoo girls r Good i luv all of them..

A mystery herself

A/N: Heeey so I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted any writing so I’m very nervous about this one. It’s my first Jughead imagine ever, so I hope you like it and if you’d want a part 2, let me know. I already have some idea for a continuation ;)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.825 


Originally posted by riverrdxle

She walked in like a midsummer breeze, swaying and changing the course of everything under the sun. She perturbed the usually sober times of Riverdale.

And it annoyed Jughead Jones to no end.


(Y/N) didn’t feel good. Her bitter nerves slowly morphed into a nauseous tension which took over her stomach. From the first moment she placed her foot onto the grounds of her new school, the air seemed to change drastically. And she wasn’t the only one who seemed to notice the thick, static-like uneasiness in the air. They all stared at her. Every single pair of eyes fixed her face, supposedly searching for a familiar feature.

Did everybody know everybody in this damn village?

Apparently so.

(Y/N) tried to avoid direct eye contact, although she kept her head high as she walked.

But as she reached the backyard of Riverdale High, her breath hitched in her throat. Releasing a strangled huff as she came to a sudden stop, she gripped the strip of her bag tighter between her long, shaky fingers and replaced it further on her shoulder. A sea of students was laying before her frozen figure, hundreds of eyes piercing her skull and rummaging through her mind.

(Y/N) sighed deeply and swallowed the tight lump in her throat, before urging her unsteady feet to move forward, slicing right through the yard filled with students. She held a confident pace in her step, although the heart burned by a mocking fire threatened to burst out of her chest at any moment.  

It was going to be a long day.


She didn’t expect to find herself into such a place so soon. She didn’t expect to place a single foot inside it at all, actually.

(Y/N) stood in the doorway of what seemed to be a fast food. Pop’s was filled with students which crowded the booths around the powerfully lit dine. Their loud voices travelled across the room, hitting walls and piercing (Y/N)’s ears. It was all too noisy and crowded in there for her liking, and if wasn’t for the frozen water droplets which bit at her exposed skin, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place. Not now, at least. But there was no other choice, was it?

She stole a quick glance outside and felt her eyebrows lower, urging her lids to shield her eyes more than they already had. A sharp breath passed her lips and she adjusted the strip of her bag on her shoulder once again, before scanning the room rapidly.

A mild grimace crossed her features as she acknowledged the only free spot in the entire room. It was an isolated booth, occupied by a boy she recognised briefly. A picture of their eyes connecting during classes flashed through her brain.

Lonely, raven locks hanged loosely across his forehead, narrowed eyes mirrored the shining words written on the screen of his laptop and lips pressed together tightly into a straight line.

And, of course, a grey beanie covered his head, shielding him and making him impossible to ignore at the same time.

Jughead Jones.

(Y/N) was going to sit next to Jughead Jones.

Gathering the last bit of courage in her body, (Y/N) approached his table sheepishly, her hands shoved deeply inside her pockets and her eyes wide with anticipation. Swallowing the bitter lump in her throat, she let the words drift off her tongue.

“Um- excuse me?”

His eyes snapped towards her almost instantly and (Y/N) struggled to keep herself from flinching at the sharp look she received.

“Would you mind if I sit down? It’s all crowded in here, and outside it’s raining, so I can’t actually go-”

“Fine.” he replied shortly, before his stare returned to the screen of his laptop and his fingers began typing vigorously.

(Y/N)’s chest fell as she exhaled with relief and gingerly slid into the seat opposite from the boy.

She quickly took out a pencil, a small notebook and a pair of headphones, which she connected to her phone. Gathering her bag close, she shrunk deeper into the corner near the window and leaned her head against the cold glass. She closed her eyes for a brief second, letting a soft sigh escape her lips and basking in the cool sensation which spread through her temple, before tilting her head and scribbling down a few words on the paper.

Soon enough, the words began flowing inside her head, filling her with a familiar sensation of assurance. The pen left black marks onto the white sheet and while she filled pages after pages with thoughts and drawings, a silvery, rhythmic murmur began dripping from her lips.

With a brief tilt of her head, her eyes slowly travelled towards the raven haired boy. She felt herself freeze when her eyes locked with his.  


He had been watching her all along. From the first damned moment she entered Pop’s, all uncertain and awkward, to when she leaned her head against the window and began bloody singing.

The sound of her silvery voice and the continuous scribbling of her pencil on the paper kept him from his writing.

For a reason he didn’t know, her presence made his chest constrict with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Uneasiness seemed a poor choice of words, but it was the closest to what he was experiencing of them all. The nerves bubbled up inside his stomach, probably waiting for the perfect moment to burst.

At first, when she showed up next to him and asked if she could sit down, he thought ignoring her would be easy. But he was so… fucking wrong.

He remembered her. From the moment he caught her Y/E/C eyes, he remembered. Seeing them in every class that day, seeking for them whenever she wasn’t there. He remembered the shy smile she gave when the teacher presented her to the rest of the class. He remembered the gleam in her eyes during Psychology, when they talked about human rights and abstract concepts like love. He remembered the burning passion in her voice and the intelligence which shined through her actions and thoughts.

He remembered all of her, and it seemed like a curse.

Fuck…  

She was probably the most distracting person he’d ever seen in his entire life.

The way she bit her lip in thought, or the way she hummed contently when a phrase she liked came up to her mind. It was all too fascinating for Jughead, a concept he couldn’t understand. The way her hair fell into her face and the way she just didn’t bother to push it away made him boil with the urge to brush it to the side with a gentle touch.

Even though it started with secret glances he stole at her crunched figure, he just found his eyes and brain wanting more, to return to the sight of her face. So, after a while, he just gave up on his tentatives of writing and focused on her entirely.

Jughead stared at her. At how her expressions changed with a flash, at the soft smile which warmed her lips from time to time, followed by a private sigh, and at her piercing, radiating eyes, which stared off into the lonely distance.

It felt… strange. Strange and highly inappropriate, he thought of a better label for his odd interest in the girl.

She was new to this town. That was her first day in a new school, with new people and different surroundings. She was a stranger to him, a girl he’d just seen around for a few hours, before she came to Pop’s, where she sat down in front of him.

Why had he said yes in the first place?

Jughead clenched his jaw and felt his fingers curl in annoyance.

It was an understatement to say he was confused… and pissed. Maybe a little bit at her, because she was so damn captivating and enchanting and just… different from all the girls he’d seen. But mainly at him, for taking such an interest in her, for his sudden change. He felt like the wall of ignorance and cold feelings he managed to build over the years was now crumbling down… because of one person.

(Y/N).

She made his temper falter slightly, just by… existing. And being there, present, sitting next to him, and murmuring so beautifully it made him grimace.

She acted so natural. So… carefree and oblivious. She seemed lost to this world, caught between the walls of her own mind, enchanted into a dance with her own thoughts…

He was still staring. Probably more intently, by now.

Shit…  

Was it even healthy? 

Probably not.   

And that made a crisp, thin feeling of fear creep into his soul, tickling the sides of his shielded heart and sending shivers down his spine.

But a sudden change into his view seemed to snap Jughead out of his trance. 

He found himself staring into (Y/E/C) orbs, which watched back with surprise. He quickly came to acknowledge all of her figure, his gaze shifting from her eyes, and shook his head slightly. 

He returned to the screen of his laptop, a pale blush warming his cheeks, hoping she’d go back to writing just as well. But he could feel her stare piercing through his head and lurking through his mind. He heard a ruffling noise as Y/N changed her position so she was facing him properly.

“You’re blushing” a soft voice rang inside his ears.


(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it just slipped off her tongue.

The sight of the turbulent feelings which swam inside his eyes tickled her interest. They held a blurry surface, like a broken mirror, so no one could see inside.

(Y/N) felt intrigued in an odd way by the boy beside her.

Aside from the fact that he was damn right staring at her, she found it strange that he immediately looked away. She didn’t expect Jughead to be so… sensitive, she might say. Let alone to see him blush.

(Y/N) shifted again, placing her bag down from her lap and leaning forward a little bit to peer at the boy. The sight of his red cheeks and embarrassed expression sent her lips into a smirk.

He continued to stare at the screen of his laptop for a few moments, before finally turning his attention to her.

She smiled tenderly in his direction and he felt something melt inside him.

Shaking her head at his silence, (Y/N) withdrew her hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” she said.

Jughead’s eyes flickered towards her hand suspiciously and his stare narrowed. It took a raise of her eyebrows for him to finally shake her hand.

“Jughead” he shortly introduced himself.

A heavy silence followed their handshake. (Y/N)’s smile faded slowly, her lips pressed now in a tight line. She shielded her eyes, gaze falling to her lap and began fiddling with her fingers in an attempt to calm the fire of her cheeks.

Jughead, though, he continued to watch her with thin eyes and furrowed eyebrows. The corners of his lips twitched slightly at her bashful blushing.

“So…” he cleared his throat, an awkward expression visible on his face.

(Y/N) tilted her head to peer at him with interest.

“Seems like we’re going to stay in here for a while” he gestured to the pouring rain outside.

She absently nodded her head, her gaze drifting off to the window and watched as big drops of water slid down the window.

“You seem to like writing”

She blinked, making Jughead raise an eyebrow.

“Am I right?”

“Actually, yes, I do like writing, but it’s…”

She trailed off, with a look like she said too much, but Jughead just raised his eyebrows with curiosity, urging her to tell him more.

“It’s not a book, or something… They’re just random musings I have during a day, or just scattered thoughts I manage to catch from time to time. This is mainly filled with drawings” she held her notebook up “but, recently, I began writing very much in it”

Jughead’s features shifted with surprise.

“So you’re drawing too?”

“I’m not that good at it… but yeah. I just feel like… anything I describe in words is kind of incomplete without a drawing, and every drawing needs a few feelings on mine scribbled down next to it”  

Jughead opened his mouth to ask a question, but shut it quickly, seeming undecided on what to do.

But (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, arching one eyebrow.

“Can I… possibly take a look? Painters and artists like you intrigue me. I can’t understand how you create such masterpieces with just a crayon”

She seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she reached out to hand him the notebook. His finger brushed against hers and (Y/N) fought a strangled gasp from passing her lips, as an electric wave shot through her body.

Jughead took his time to open the notebook and look at her drawings and writing. He admired every single page. She was indeed talented, not only at drawing, but at writing too. Every single word touched his heart. She knew how to leave an impact on the reader, and take them into her mind, make them feel everything she writes and thinks.

Jughead couldn’t help but be impressed.

As his eyes focused on the next page, he felt his chest constrict. There, on the white paper, was his face, drawn with such precision he thought it was an actual picture of him.

At first, he frowned in disbelief.

“Do you draw people often?”

“Only those who attract me” (Y/N) replied with a distant voice, her nose buried into a book this time.

A wide, soft smile warmed his lips and a strange feeling filled his stomach. Jughead didn’t know how to describe it, but again, it was about (Y/N). She was a mystery herself, for that matter.

He closed the notebook slowly, then placed it on the table, in front of her.

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped up and, closing her book, she carefully focused her attention back to Jughead.

“So, you find me attractive, huh?” he smirked smugly at her, leaning in so he could take a better view at her expression.

She stared at him for a moment, before all the blood drained from her face. Her mouth fell open in horror and a ghostly gasp escaped her lips, but actual words refused to come out.

Jughead spluttered with laughter at the sight of her mortified expression.

Even though she gave him a sour face, (Y/N) quietly decided she wanted to hear him laugh like that again.

“I didn’t realise that was you. It was just an image which was stuck into my head all day, so-”

But she stopped herself short, realising what slipped past her lips. She mentally face palmed for being so stupid.

He smiled at her mistake, biting his lip to keep the laugh from erupting again.

(Y/N) decided to look outside once again, secretly wishing Jughead haven’t seen her embarrassed blush.

She frowned at the sight which took over her view. It wasn’t raining anymore. She could finally go home.

Although… she kind of liked Jughead’s company.

With a sigh, she grabbed her stuff and placed it back into her bag, before turning to Jughead. He was watching her with confused eyes.

“Are you leaving already?”

(Y/N) smiled softly at him, before gesturing to the window.

“The rain stopped. I have to go home”

His face fell with disappointment for a second, before a crooked smile lifted the corers of his mouth.

“Well, I’ll see you at school, then?”

Even though it was supposed to be a statement, it came out more like a question.

“Sure” she replied, placing her bag onto her shoulder and waving at the raven haired boy.

Jughead stood there, chewing on his tongue and watching her head for the door, not wanting to be left alone by someone for the first time in his life. Before any rational thought could stop him, he opened his mouth to yell after the girl.

“You know”

She turned around with raised eyebrows.

“This seat is always free, and I’m here every day after school, so…” he trailed off, unsure how to continue his awkward suggestion.

Her expression immediately warmed and she smiled at him brightly, a rosy tint on her cheeks.

“Are you saying I can bother you every night?”

Jughead smiled back, sensing the humour in her voice.

“Yes”

(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh, before turning on her heels and walking out the door.

“You asked for it, Jones. You can’t get rid of me that easily now. Not here, not at school” she said over her shoulder, making Jughead shake his head with a full smile.

A quiet whisper left his lips as he watched her blurry shape walk away through the foggy window.

“I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to”

I’ve struggled with weight for so long. I’ve been sexualized, and dehumanized, and only seen for my weight instead of my personality. I’ve went for days without eating, and I’ve cried myself to sleep and actually broken mirrors because of how I look, but for what? who the fuck cares? I’m still a human even if I weight 100lbs or 200lbs, and if someone actually gives a fuck about me, they’ll care about me either way. I’m done hurting myself and hating myself over this. I’m still attractive, I’m still funny, I’m still human. Fuck everybody who dares to say different. I’m healthy, and now that I’m more comfortable and confident, I’m happy. My weight is just a number. Of course I’m gonna have bad days, and I’m gonna hate myself, and I’m gonna not eat. That comes with mental illness, but deep down I know the only person that needs to be happy is me. I deserve respect, and I deserve self love.

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

Bad Luck Charm
Jeff Williams
Bad Luck Charm

(I’ll put more tracks up when the full album is out. Sadly This Life is Mine was too big to upload. BUT HOLY HELL, IT WAS FIRE)

Pain

is your reward for being near me

Fate

won’t be your friend when I’m around

Blame

Me for the tragedies that follow

Grave

The situations that surround

I’m a harbinger, I cannot lie

I will change the color of your life

I don’t mean to bring you pain

But I will just why, I can’t explain

I am no one’s blessing

I’ll just bring you harm

I’m a cursed black cat,

I’m an albatross,

I’m a Mirror broken,

Sad to say, I’m your bad luck charm

Shame

Hang my head in constant sorrow

Rain

On every day you need the light

Strain

To see some fortune in tomorrow

Bane

is what I am to every life

You should trust one thing, Take my advice

If you linger close, it’s a hefty price

you and I are not the same

You don’t want the burden of my name

I am no one’s blessing

I’ll just bring you harm

I’m a cursed black cat,

I’m an albatross,

I’m a Mirror broken,

Sad to say, I’m your bad luck charm

A guaranteed catastrophe

A tear that’s bound to fall

a sure train wreck

and you’ll soon regret

the day I came to call

I’m a cursed black cat

I’m an albatross,

I’m a Mirror broken,

Sad to say, I’m your bad luck charm

I find you in the first ray of sunshine
entering my room in the mornings,
in the smell after rain,
the salty scent of the sea,
in the heavy taste of red wine
and the soft paper of old books,

you are in the shifting colour
of the evening sky,
the aroma of lavender back in France,
in the light of a full moon,
the curves of the highlands
and in the citrus taste of tea,

but then again,
I see you in the night sky,
the calm before a storm,
the electricity of thunder
and in the broken mirror back at home,

you are in the taste of bitter coffee,
and in the richly coloured nights,
in the pain of finishing a story
and in the awe of city lights.

—  // you’re everywhere and I can’t wrap my head around it
j.d.m.
Aspects in the Natal Chart Series

Venus Square Pluto: The Prick of a Rose

Ah the attractions you stumble upon are never easy, but what can you do? You cant help it. For you have truly craved the intoxicating taste of what bewitches you. Alas, here explains where you have oozed your sexuality to the world, charming every breathing thing as you exclude your aura around them. You don’t want fake love or something superficial; You want someone real that has depth, and you give loyalty in return (this goes for all venus-pluto aspect). You’re seductive, charming, have a knack for money, and stubborn about your desires. Yet the question is, how does this aspect manifest? You may fear the consequences of love, or you may crave a love so deep, that it’ll leave you breathless. This isn’t some easy aspect, squares and oppositions have a cringe-feeling quality that keeps you wary; keep caution for holding the rose (beauty) as it may please you, but it can prick you. You’re your own enemy, self-sabotaging your relationships and destroying it as you release it. You may drive, not only yourself, but your partner crazy with your suspicious qualities and controlling attitude. Don’t deny it, you may act like the thorn on the rose. You can have deep fears about love, a form of insecurity, and/or perhaps even intimacy. It makes perfect sense, deep transformation connecting to love and sensuality. This is about manifestation because I’m not going to sugar coat it; you can have obsessive undertones, acid splashes of jealousy, and can be dangerously revengeful. It needs to blossom into just letting go, especially emotionally. To find peace and to gain self-growth. Only than can you reach to the heights potential with this aspect; to love deeply, peacefully, intuitively, seductively, but most importantly, healthily.

Venus Square Moon: The Undercurrents in the Soul

The one thing Venus and the Moon have in common are peace and tranquility but a square has none of the smooth corners for such mannerisms to occur easily to the person. Here’s the difference though, the moon is maternal and nurturing. Venus is sensual and flirtatious. Sounds like a nice mix but it’s split. These two elements click deeply to the heart, so for your want of love and to have strong bonds is important to you because you’re probably very sensitive. You fear abandonment or rejection, to not have your emotions reciprocated. Due to this aspect and despite your want, you rather not be in a committed relationship. If you choose to, it might be ones not favorable to you. It’s quite simple you see, your emotional needs don’t match what you’re attracted to. It does not flow together and challenges each other. The funny thing is, you can’t be yourself and let loose despite how emotional you are. These are both feminine energies and more conflicting in a male’s chart, but regardless,the currents of waves are strong and it can never reach what you want. Either someone attracts the outer layer of what you want, but not what you need, or vice-versa. The makeup of your wants and needs , they don’t match. There’s just no harmony obtained, so what works when you want a long-term relationship? Someone who also has Venus square Moon.

Venus Square Saturn: The Broken Mirror and Fallen Petals

Saturn is a very…mature planet. It’s about restrictions and repression, and then wisdom and growth. It’s the life cycle represented in a planet; you fall and get up but rather slowly. Venus is all about love, beauty, and happiness. You see how those two work when harshly affected? These people may feel unloved, unappreciated, unloved, and have hints of insecurity. Yes you are responsible in love, but you’re also sensitive to criticism and rejection, as you’re guarded too. You’re responsible in love, always being a shoulder to lean on but are a little restrictive/strict with your partner with your deep-rooted fears. Due to the nature of this aspect, you might be uncomfortable when others express love and aren’t good in showing the soft-side of you. Two words: You’re guarded. There’s this introverted nature to you, even socially. You have this responsibility of working, “to enjoy the fruits of your labor.” And in love? Be careful not to build strong expectations because you’ll get disappointed a lot. It’s not even the harsh nature you project outside, but even inside. It’s harsh as I said, you’re breaking the mirror with your loud thoughts. The petals have fallen as time have passed, but like Saturn being aided by Venus, something soon enough beautifully manifest. Now there’s a stronger mirror and richer petals canvasing the stem in your hand. You’re naturally frugal with money, ambitious, hard-working, and loyal. With manifestation, you have the self-love requited by no one, but yourself. Truly aging like fine wine.

Mercury Square Uranus: “Eureka,”she says

Electric shocks shoot from your words, your thoughts. Straight to their mind and possibly infiltrating their soul. There’s something unique and bizarre about your thoughts, but different and ground-breaking. Your flavor of thought is one of a kind, but if your Mercury has a serious undertone, your insight can be original. One astrologer explained this as the left brain (Mercury) connecting to the right brain (Uranus), one is expressed to the world and the other isn’t. So this is why it’s so addictive and interesting to know and hear the thoughts of these people. There is also the sweet zest of freedom; to allow one selves and others to voice their freedom. These people do well in expanding their knowledge and to share it to the world. They learn and understand ideas quick, picking up things often at a speedy rate. These people are open-minded and unique. Uranus screams unique and Mercury, well… it speaks. I’m going to quit giving love to Mercury though because if you see my blog, I do that a lot for some odd reason. The square comes with some not-so-fun qualities. With all major Mercury-Uranus aspects, there’s also a sense of being stubborn. Difficulty to speak in harmony at times, to act mentally superior, impatient with people who can’t keep up with your electrifying pace. Although some may value their thoughts, some may shun it away. These individuals need to learn to stop thinking too much. Lady Gaga, Elvis Presley, John F Kennedy, and Winston Churchill are the few who held this aspect.

Mercury Square Neptune: The Depth of My Thoughts

Sneaky little Mercury with the vast oceans of Neptune? There’s a seductive and dreamy undertone with this. Seductive in the most sincere way, your imagination is something else. They have a poetic sense to them which seems to latch people on, and even if you’re reading this you may not realize it a lot. There’s something about them that makes you wander…where are they (even though they’re present)? What are they thinking? How do they know this? It’s this that gives them that introverted and “hard to reach” nature which is hard to deal with. Since Mercury focuses on a precise thought and Neptune swims in the depths and expanse of the ocean, it’s interesting as  how much they pick up. They’re insightful and intuitive, but sensitive. The thing is their thoughts again are like the siren, it sits there but you can’t ever reach it and grab on for good. That’s what makes this aspect hard; people may have a hard time getting the real them. They don’t take criticism well and they’re prone to be misunderstood, there’s complexity in them and they don’t always take self-boundaries well. Boundaries in a sense of mental rapport, they don’t like facts or to have restrictions. They’re gifted with intuition though; to read minds of others and to fit their surroundings. Sadly they have to refrain from drowning in confusion and fear, their depth can consume them which is really hard to deal with. In basic words, their thoughts can drown them.

Mercury Square Moon: Heart versus Mind

These planets together are quite, intriguing. With hard Mercury-Moon aspects, these two join in a volatile way. They over think and then it works them emotionally, and vice-versa. It makes me think of anxiety, to over think to the point your emotions are swirling everywhere. It’s the fine point where your mind and heart meet at the border. There is a sense of difficulty in expressing emotions and to have people value them the way they want. Even though the mind and heart are facing each other and are fatally bonded, they’re not happily married and are constantly having opposing opinions. “I think we should do this.” “No, but I feel like we should do this” and with the constant bickering, the inner-confusion begins. They also deal with the affair of being emotionally biased and sensitive with their opinions. There’s also this sense of gossiping or over-talking that astrologers bring up with this aspect, which makes sense because your emotions are spilling out with your voice.

i fell in love with broken mirrors. i knew that they had something in common with me.we were both broken. the mirror on its surface & myself, in the inside. we both knew how to deal with our imperfections the range of likeness present.and whenever i see a broken mirror i’m reminded of my own broken self but also reminded that i can be okay.
every day things each 5sos member reminds me of

calum: ocean breeze, ice cubs melting in your mouth, the smell of aftershave, broken mirrors, scribbled notes, painfully strong hugs, starless skies, fridge magnets from all around the world, dark poetry, blue berry stained fingers, the warm feeling of alcohol in your tummy, fast cars, drive-in theaters. 

michael: freshly cut grass, ripped notebook pages, flower gardens, dim lights in your bedroom, cold air on hot skin, bed hair, bruises on thighs, rough fingertips, sand in your shoes, hair dye on t-shirts, guitar picks, cold showers, long paragraphs, fluffy carpets, oven heat blowing in your face, musicals, fruit baskets. 

ashton: wine stained lips, expensive suits, cartoon designed band-aids on knuckles, colorful butterflies, late night facetime calls, broken phone screens, cold feet, knee high socks, heavy thunder storms, horoscopes, braids, knee scratches, skateboards, bandanas, picnics under the moonlight, freshly baked cookies. 

luke: uncomfortable freshly washed sheets, hair spray, moon eclipses, ripped clothes, leather jackets, mint drops, tangled headphones, full body goosebumps, love letters, fancy dinners, piles, the after taste of cigarettes, sticky notes, doing laundry, cold tiles, the sun peaking from behind heavy curtains, empty apologies.