I get it, but I’m only human and my skin is butterfly wing thin, just like yours, so the claw marks you leave with your words are wounds I will carry for a lifetime or more.
I get it. You’re breaking before my eyes and I can’t catch your pieces because I’m too busy holding my own, see, you broke me before your first cracks showed.
I get it. This path you are on is heavy with hate and you hold it for everyone you meet. You loathe like you love, boundless and bold you tear through hearts and beat them like they are drums but we are not instruments for you to play until your palms bleed. You’re burning bridges faster than I can build.
I get it, I wish I didn’t but I do so listen to my words because I wrote them for you. Just because I understand doesn’t mean I condone, just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you’re alone.
BURNED BRIDGES ONLY LIGHT THE NIGHT FOR SO LONG // l.s.
Hey just saw that ask u answered abt the things u live for and honestly ive been following u long enough to know uve had some trouble in the past and im just so happy 4 u to have made it this far??? Idk i feel weird saying this since were basically strangers but im rly happy 4 u i hope this isnt weird
Awe thanks. It means a lot to hear you say that. I know it’s exhausting for some to see my sadness and fluctuations, but I’m really proud of myself that I’m still here.
I have struggled with bipolar my whole life. I wanted to take my life before I can even remember, like ever since I was a little kid. It was in my brain before I could even put it into words. It runs in my family. I have orbited that thought and it’s taken me the last thirteen years to move out of its gravitational pull. Some days, I still feel it. But I’ve worked so hard building my life. My life is amazing and having appreciation for it, saying you’re grateful every day, helps. I realize it’s not even “my” life– it’s life. It’s something you participate in and something you witness, not something you posses. My emo streak is part of what makes me so rad. And I am trying to love myself, which includes that fucked your brain/deeply ingrained sadness. So it’s also taken thirteen years for me to accept and begin to love the parts of myself that no one else can. To love all of myself, that’s the goal. And it takes constant practice and mindfulness every day.
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Hello, loves! I had a day off (considering I literally worked for approximately fourteen-plus hours yesterday, I needed it, and I’m about to work six days in a row) and so, I have finished another request!
SPOILER WARNING—IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE THIRD BOOK, THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS. YES, EVEN THE AUTHOR’S NOTE!
Now, I feel I should explain a few things first, to do with how I had to do this request, but first I shall quote said request:
“hey could you do a maze runner imagine, where the reader is the
only girl in the glade and shes a runner, and one day she doesnt make it
out so everyone thinks she died but actually wckd took her? So they
meet again after some years when they all escape. (And maybe shes
together with newt). I hope you understand what I mean and it isnt to
much :) And I really like your imagines so far :)”
This one has been a bit challenging for me, because…well, I couldn’t quite figure out how to do it within canon standards—Newt being a non-immune and the Flare Virus being airborne.
Therefore, I’ve taken a few liberties. I’ve noticed, in the movie-verse, it seems that the Flare is not airborne—it seems to be transmitted by biting (which, book-wise, would make enough sense, as the past-Gone Cranks attempt to consume humans), so theoretically, I went with open wounds and by blood—which I think is far easier for me to have Newt survive in that case, than if the virus is airborne and, book-wise, inevitably transmitted to nearly every human.
Equally, I found it a bit hard to figure out what to do with the reader for “some years,” so…well, you’ll see.
I’ve blended the book and movie a bit, though it might not be noticeable—it might be me being paranoid about my writing, but I figured I’d throw you lot the warning.
I hope I’ve done your request justice, Anon—please let me know if you like it!
Everyone, if you read this to the end, please let me know if you’d like a part two? I feel it could, potentially have one, and while it might come a ways down the line, if there’s enough demand, I’ll do it when next I sit down to write, dears.
I have to go faster. It’s catching up.
These are the only words in my head, the only thing I can think; my
ribs ache and my sides burn, my legs are ablaze and the breaths I
take slice through me.
I can’t run faster.
the Griever is following me, catching up, too fast to escape, and I
scream when its blubbery, wet skin finds me.
I’m sure I’m
Stung. I’m dead. It’s all over.
But all I know,
thereafter, is that it’s pulling me in…
And I can’t
The last I can think is of the faces I know.
Minho, Ben, Alby, Zart,
cling to the thought of him until I lose consciousness.
Summary: Y/N’s having her piano exam the next morning so the boys try to calm her down ((Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung edition))
A/N: OK EVERYONE THESE ARE SPECIAL TEXTS FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @trashytaetae Because as you could already figure out she’s having an exam tomorrow, which she should not worry about, bc she will ace it. I tried to make the texts from the boys she had higher fangirl level with bUT GIRL YOUR LANES AREN’T CLEAR FOR ME ANYMORE. And like I don’t even know why I made one for Jimin too. His name was already typed in so like… I was lazy??? But ok who can resist Jimin let’s just be clear. Btw if you happen to get to my lovely friend’s page, please leave a supporting message!! It would mean the world to me. In the meantime, I hope everyone else enjoyed these, and feel free to request anytime!