white noise and the statics

Learning ASL, and Gaster’s helping. He’s still a bit too fast and delicately signed for me to keep up though, hehe

Signing a simple ‘Hello, my name is Gaster.’ 

Or at least I hope so ahahaha 

*WIP*

this is a poem to say i’ve run out of words / that language isn’t working in my favor / and i know you’re so tired of reading about the rain / and the ache of it all / and believe me i’m tired of being the one left to write about it / but i’ve already forgotten how to drown myself in all that pink light / there used to be a rhyme and reason to this / but now it’s all just white noise / static doesn’t feel good against skin / which i guess is ironic considering we were nothing but sparks flying / if i take the fire away / then the heat is just heavy / and if i remove the ocean / then you turn into the walking dead / see metaphors aren’t a safe hiding place / it’s just gauze over the wound / tear it all away and the flesh is still torn / and i guess the world never really did end / but there’s days i’m praying that it will / and the truth is / we’ll still be in different time zones when i wake up tomorrow / and that isn’t poetry / but there’s days that i’m praying it’ll stop being true
—  THE PROBLEM WITH METAPHORS, angelea l.

AU # 4

Time-travel fix-it AU, also known as: tfw when you realize you’ve laid down the foundations of something that could very easily more like painfully be expanded into a multi-chapter where the massacre never happens and Kurapika gets wooed into joining the Ryodan


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