through the
darkness; hoping,
Someday, to trip on your feet.
Love isn’t about how you feel about someone else.

It’s about how they make you feel about yourself.

Monday 22nd May 2017
Today the world is united
We come together and
We weep
We mourn
We grieve
For the 24 injured in Bangkok
The 4 dead, 16 injured in Syria
The civilians terrorised in Marawi
The 22 dead, 60 injured in Manchester.

They call it a terrorist attack
But this is not an attack
This is a goddamn massacre
A nightmare that you don’t get to wake up from
We are a humanity consumed by dread
Our oxygen replace with fear
Because what do you do when no place is safe?
Not clubs
Not schools
Not churches
Not cinemas
Not concerts

The world is burning
And there is nowhere to escape the flames
The 21st Century is a bloodbath
It is an ocean of tragedy
And none of us know how to swim
We are drowning in the blood of the innocent
Deafened by the cries of a population
Who are, too often, forced to count their dead
And tally their wounded

They say that good will always win
But if this is winning
Then I think I’d rather lose.

- @a-dark-eyed-dreamer (J.H)

I hate small talk.
I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and your fears.
I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.

I don’t want to know what’s up.

—  The idealist

I don’t want to see the version of you everyone else sees…

…show me the side you’re afraid I’ll walk away from

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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You not wanting me
Was the beginning
Me wanting myself.
Thank you.
I once walked in a desert, and saw a single rose, beautifying the atmosphere and warming the air.
I find the same beauty and warmth every time I see your smile.
Your love coloured my soul in such a way, that rainbows seemed bland before it…
Loving somebody who you know loves somebody else and no longer loves you is what turns love into something thats so painful it could be called torture.
—  VoicelessConfessions // love & something
My liver will have to handle what my heart couldn’t.


I haven’t been sleeping and I’m on a caffeine rush rn so I’m just gonna whiz past this.

My finals are on May 11th and until then my translations will be a day or so late from the official release lol I should be studying for my said finals but I’ve been binge watching Gordon Ramsay… I can make beef tacos with wasabi mayo sauce so it was worth it. 

I love him. 

My plan is still in progress but I’ll be uploading the chapters in my WordPress blog for now. The thing is, I’m going to change the site address randomly at times, the new URL will be on my description box. 

Chapter 21 is coming, I’ll be uploading them tonight. 

Chapter 22 will be uploaded later. 

K SEE YOU LATER, It’s almost time for the new chapter to be released lol. 

allorom ace rep shouldn’t come at the cost of aroace rep

allorom ace rep shouldn’t come at the cost of aroace rep

allorom ace rep shouldn’t come at the cost of aroace rep

allorom ace rep shouldn’t come at the cost of aroace rep

allorom ace rep shouldn’t come at the cost of aroace rep

alloromantic asexual representation shouldn’t come at the cost of aromantic asexual representation. Let aroaces keep the few characters they have. 

Tante cose

Le cose cambiano e perlopiù non ci si può far niente
Sono troppe le cose, sono tante, molte più di quante
riusciamo ad affrontare, a pensare, in una volta
o una a una; e lo stesso con le persone, con i legami
Tutto quel che può sembrare forte è anche debole
Tutto ciò che è indissolubile si dissolve senza che
si possa fare niente, o facendo poco, di fronte al molto,
di fronte all’ingestibile carico, al sovraccarico, al ripetersi
senza fine delle cose da ogni prospettiva: dare il proprio,
dire il proprio, fare ogni cosa si possa. Una selezione
da conscia a inconscia, le scelte fatte senza pensarle,
senza volerle davvero, giusto per fare, giusto per
dimostrare. La flessibilità scambiata per immediato;
il silenzio dimenticato; la frenesia presa per impegno
Non esistono più le piccole vite quando il piccolo è bene
Sembriamo tutti destinati al grande quando il grande,
alle volte, altro non è che una grandissima perdita