I don’t know how to fucking explain what happened with us. The best way I can put it is “he was here one day, and then gone the next.” Everyone keeps asking me what happened, how can two people that fit together so well, no longer even look at each other? but How the fuck am I supposed to explain something I dont understand myself? and thats what everyone doesn’t get. Everyone wants to know what happened, but the truth is I’m still trying to make sense of it, I’m still trying to piece together the pieces because you were here, everything was okay and you were here and then you just weren’t. everything fell apart all at the same time and I didn’t see it coming, there were no signs. you were here and then you weren’t and I just don’t why. I don’t know how someone can wake up one day and decide they don’t love you anymore.
We were everything and then we were nothing, and as much as I’d love to talk about it, I can’t because I don’t fucking understand any of it. and I think I’ll always be stuck wondering what the fuck happened, because sometimes you don’t get a reason, you just get ignored calls and empty bedsides.
“He looks at me and says, ‘God, you’re going to fuck me up,” He does this half laugh, “you know how I know?’
'How?’ I ask, dumbfounded.
'Because. Because of the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh really hard and the way you give instant puppy dog eyes when you’re saying 'sorry’. It’s the way you look at me like I’m your entire world, but I know that one day we’ll grow apart from each other because we’re both so young and still searching for ourselves. And you’ll be the one to let go first because God knows I could never let go of you. And when that happens, your name, your laugh, your smile; they’ll all be lingering in the back of my mind even after I finally convince myself I’m over you. That’s how I know.’”
Final designs of characters from my fake game school project
that I love so much that I forgot to post them!
The first one is the player character (you!) Shadow, then your questionable Guide (who has ponytail tied with vertebra
which makes me envious) and then leaders of each of the seven parts of
the city - Dura the doghead guy, Onos the short but tall merchant, Endur
the despot who is cold like a freezer, Kama the
spider lady, Yolaksha who is actually like 5 meters tall and really
weird, Mashda the fish guy who is MY FAVOURITE and also completely crazy
and Suna who has five arms growing straight out of his coat, which sure is…handy
Some don’t starve snippets from over the months. Trying to figure out how to draw characters other than Wilson! :o Webber is my fave precious child. Craft him some toys to play with during downtime please.
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
One day all your old best friends are going to stop talking to you. And that girl that you had your first crush on will move away. And your childhood pet will finally sink into their last dream. It makes you think.
It makes you think about how shitty it all really is. Yeah, things are kind of looking up, but you can’t have the careless wonder you did in your childhood. There are no more knights to defend your castle (they couldn’t stand being around you anymore). And you’ll feel hollow and lonely and just foolish. Everybody goes through this, right? You should be happy. Things could be worse. And you finally found somebody that you can be happy with but all you can do is think about how you’re just awful to them and why they haven’t left you yet.
And I guess you could say that you started thinking like that the first time you were picked last for the kickball game, or how you didn’t get invited to that slumber party, or maybe it was the way that somebody you used to be close to would stop talking to you altogether. That maybe you weren’t good enough, or maybe you never were. You’ll think that you’re over it, that it won’t hurt you anymore. But you’ll see an old picture, drive by an old hang out, or smell an old smell, and then you realize—it never really stops hurting.
It hasn’t yet.
maybe i’m just being nostalgic//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #44
y’ever think about how Victor’s whole life was going in one direction for 27 years and some drunk ass kid just waltzed in one day and pulled the lever on his train tracks and everything changed and he didn’t even look back or think about what his life would’ve looked like without Yuuri in it because dropping everything and changing the basis of his entire identity was the only course of action that made sense to him? I think about that literally every single day.
It was a funny thing, being friends with her ex. She felt like she could tell him anything, really, but there was always an unspoken boundary to never bring up their past relationship. They talked about old times—like when she toilet papered his house because he dared her to, or when he rear-ended someone because he was looking over at her instead of the road—but they would never talk about how much they loved each other. For them, being friends meant they could never speak of what happened between them.
But one day, she let her curiosity get the best of her. She sat down on his couch beside him, and she asked a question that had been eating at her for months. “The scrapbook that I gave you for your birthday,” she said. “What happened to it after…everything?”
He looked up from his computer, and froze.
She knew, then. “You threw it out.”
Instead of acknowledging, he asked her, “What about my Georgetown sweatshirt? You gave back everything else, but you kept that one. What did you do with it?”
She wanted to lie. She wanted to say she gave it away or that it was donated to Goodwill, but she wasn’t a liar and she wasn’t going to start today. “I still have it. It was a token, I guess. A physical reminder that we did exist, and we were important. Because sometimes, with the way we act around each other, it’s easy to forget.”
It was quiet for a bit, but eventually, they went back to pretending. It was a funny thing, being friends with her ex. Even as friends, he’s the only one who’s ever been able to hurt her so deeply.
tbh wolflet is as cozy as you can get honestly it was all i could think of when i thought of the theme. I wanted to make this look better but i haven;t slept in like,,,,a long time,,,and idk lmso. anyway yeah they went out dancing at the bar last night and she stole his shirt but Ze’ev was wearing those pants when they went out. idk how to draw him lol. i will probably go back and redraw this someday.
If youre looking for a sign this is it. I know its one of the scariest things in the world but You have to tell people how you feel. Tell that special person you love them and that you cant stop thinking about them. Tell them that something as simple as their presence makes your heart race. Tell them that the days youre with them you can’t stop smiling and happiness wont let you go. If youre waiting for the perfect moment stop, that doesnt exisit Life is too unpredictable and short to wait, WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO WAIT. Please say what you need to say, I promise you those what ifs will haunt you if you dont. So go ahead and tell that girl/ boy that they make you happy, do it now in the moment, when its real. If you don’t get answers you like hey, at least you got it off your chest. People are unpredictable life is unpredictable. We need to stop hiding behind our feelings out of fear. Honesty is so important and special even if its not always beautiful.
S.M // This is your sign you’ve been looking for
One day she will turn to you and say “do you still love me?” and a million things will flash through your mind.
you loved her when you met her because it was the right time. but now things have gone lifeless and when you look in her eyes you don’t see the galaxy you see a star and stars are beautiful but they can’t sustain life and she can’t give you what you need anymore. you need to tell her, don’t keep waiting.
it wasn’t her fault and she’s still like sweet lemonade to you but your taste buds are changing and lemon isn’t your favorite any longer. maybe what you’re looking for is ice tea or coffee. you need to tell her that it’s you who changed, not her. do not let her think this is her fault. it will break her and she will turn sour.
you didn’t just wake up and decide not to love her anymore. it wasn’t because she didn’t smile at you when she was having a bad day it isn’t because she snapped at you last week it isn’t because she’s a burden because she isn’t. tell her how sometimes people lose things and it’s better to leave them lost, or things break and it’s better to leave them broken. make sure she knows this doesn’t have to break her.
one day she will ask you “do you still love me?” and you will want to lie and say yes, you will want to spare her. don’t lie it will only delay the inevitable. this love has broken and eventually she will find the cracks and if you do not warn her they will cut her. you need to warn her. you need to let her go.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #4– Lily Rain