Someone once told me I reminded him of autumn. If people were seasons, I’d be falling leaves and the smell of wet wood. He said even my perfume reminded him of the earth. I suppose in a way he was right. Autumn always reminded me of sadness - the trees crying gold, the wind sweeping them off the ground like pretty little yellow butterflies. No matter how beautiful it looked, everything was sleeping, almost dead, or maybe dreaming. Sometimes I feel like I’m withering away, other times I feel like I’m drifting somewhere I could be alive again. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to the idea of someone saving me. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who would call me spring, instead.
you tell me i am too much (always a lot to handle) and i laugh like breaking waves, like shattering glass, like crumbling cities. i am only too much for you because you cannot stand freedom: when i ride with car windows down, when i laugh too loud in the middle of a quiet room, when i am overdressed and i don’t give a damn how people look at me (it is mostly envy anyways). you are an iron bar and i am the ivy around it: bending, growing, overtaking you. you want to make me stone but i am too light to keep a hold of and trying to strangle conformity into me is killing you. you just can’t stand the wind in your hair.
- i am too much because you are too little // abby, day 329 // prompt for anon
Why yes I did spend the entire Saturday Drawing Aizawas. His man bun in the latest chapter though… I thought he might be a character who covers their face with their hair no matter what but he actually sees the effort to look nice for the parents. uvu
I am afraid of a lot of things, but the thing I am most afraid of is the unknown. I don’t know his thoughts about me, so I spend hours contemplating his every word spoken to me. I wonder when he will fall out of love with me. I wonder if he will ever think about me when he leaves. I wonder if I will find a job after falling into debt to get this degree. I wonder if I will do well in the job. I wonder if people think I am pretty, I wonder if I look okay. I wonder about a lot of things. I wonder how I will die, when I will die, what day of the week it will be, and who I will be with. I am unable to think in the present because I am so scared of the future.
I am scared of things that I don’t know about yet.
I’m fucking crying my eyes out right now over how amazing perfect my goddess is in her Halloween outfit.
Nana is too adorable in general for my already bursting heart and then they throw me a witch Nana?????
Bandai are trying to kill me with these recent Nanas and I’m all for it