late but okay

  • Mr Kubdel: Jalil is kinda irresponsible, I'll give the watch to Alix instead
  • Alix: *breaks watch within an hour and goes on a murder spree*
  • Mr Kubdel: Why are my children like this

hi i just wanted to say a lot of people may be side eyeing stuff happening this season, but it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s something to side eye! people will have their speculations and if you think it makes sense for you to be cautious, then go for it! but don’t take this fandom’s word for how things will go down this season. a lot of people are making more guesses this season compared to the last because there’s way more of us now, so they’re bound to be correct on some aspects but it doesn’t mean they’ll be right about anything! julie almost always manages to surprise us and the story is creative and wonderful so just let yourself enjoy it that way! if you enjoy reading all the different theories even if they all cant come true, then go for it! but no need to feel like you have to read them or agree with them just to go along with the fandom! <3

sometimes i wish i could pull off dressing more “normal,” looking cute and effortless in simple hoodies or jeans or shorts like so many girls i see… but then i realize that it just wouldn’t be me. they are happy in these things because it is them. i wear heels everywhere for a reason. i wear tights every single day because i am comfortable that way. i dress “fancy” in collars and suspender skirts and full makeup and long, wavy hair because it is me. i don’t own pants because i simply do not like them. wearing anything else other than what makes me feel like the best version of myself, would serve no purpose other than discomfort. embrace the things that comfort your soul. welcome the things that set you apart. acknowledge the little things that fulfill you. ♡

Someone once asked me if I believe in love at first sight and I said No.  I take it back.

She bounded into the empty apartment wearing old overalls and the room lit up.  I couldn’t believe it.  I’d read that written so many times but never thought it could be true.  “She lit up the room when she walked in.”  So cliche yet there it was, happening before my eyes.

She was smiling and laughing, running a hand through her short, bright ginger hair.  I’ve never met anyone before or since with that exact shade.  If I stumbled upon someone in the streets with that shade of hair my heart would jump up to my throat and I’d probably get hit from freezing right where I was.  I’d be terrified and full of hope all at once just at the chance that it could be them.

But I don’t think it ever will happen.  And I don’t know what I’d say.  I’d either start shouting their name, “I love you” and “I’m sorry.”  Or stand frozen just hoping that they’ll see me and make the smallest talk, afraid of scaring them away.

Years later and I don’t know why it still hurts this much.  Hot tears rolling down my face for someone lost to me long ago.

Maybe this is what the love of your life feels like.  Never leaving.  Always wishing to stop. go back and kiss her. fight harder. do it differently. go and find them again. 

Because I did fall in love with her in that first moment.  And again when she slowly held my hand in a dark movie theater.  And again when she played her guitar and sang after an afternoon of watching cartoons.  And every time she laughed.

Each love I’ve had is different.  At least I think so.  I think they’ve been love.

You don’t have to fall in love at first sight.  But you can.

And if they ever found this, I think I would be mortified.  But if you think it’s you.  If you’d let me, all I want to say is that I miss you.  terribly.  but more importantly: I’m so proud of you. for living your life. and if, by some small chance… I’d take it slow this time.  Take back some of the stupid things I said.  just start over.

It'll be okay

They say,
It’ll all be okay,
The next day.
But is it worth the wait,
Till tomorrow?
Why can’t it be okay now?
I’m sitting here,
Staring at this picture,
A picture of you and me.
We were smiling and laughing,
Big wide smiles, loud happy laughter.
Was it all okay then?

Those who are smarter say,
The storm can’t last forever,
The rain will end,
There’ll be a cheerful rainbow in the bright blue sky.
But there isn’t always a rainbow,
Sometimes you’re just left with grey, dreary skies.
Tomorrow isn’t always okay.
There’s a picture of us on the mantle,
Taken yesterday, the memory still fresh.
I’m hurrying to be on time,
And you’re yelling because we’re late.
It wasn’t okay in the morrow.

Some, smarter still, say,
It will be okay in the end,
Maybe not today
Or next week.
But now I’m confused,
When is the end?
Last night?
When you told me, you didn’t love me anymore?
Is this,
This dreary, grey empty feeling,
What okay feels like?
I sure hope not.

What is okay?
Is it bright blue skies filled with the sound of laughter?
Or starving in back alleys?
Is it grassy lawns filled with smiles?
Or dull, gray feelings?



Review:  This piece was heartbreakingly beautiful to read. You took hard emotions and turned them into beautiful stanzas that I’m sure a lot of us can relate to, like wanting the immediate gratification without all the pain. Chin up, darling, we’ll try again tomorrow. Lovely job, keep on writing. ❤



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headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

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