This House Is A Fucking Nightmare

"it's not something I can tackle yet, I'm not strong enough, and that's okay. I don't need to be strong enough right now, I can take my time. I know I can't ignore it forever, I'll never heal that way. So I'll handle it when ready, when I can. I won't be doing alone anyways I'll have someone with me. And they'll help me."

You know what? I'm going to put commas and periods wherever I feel like a break or stop would be if I was saying this.

I always knew I needed to keep a clear mind. It was helpful in every sense, but I found it so difficult to achieve, especially when I was conscious of my state of mind. I held my head in my hands, bent over with my elbows digging into my knees. The green park bench didn't help anything either, it was rough, uneven and uncomfortable. The air around me was cold but not harsh on my skin, and gentle winds tousled my hair and swept it to a side. The kindly breeze kept me company, I think it was the only things stopping me from crying.  I inhaled slowly, pushing my hair back with a hand. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the old bench, one of the planks dug into my back but I didn't mind. My head tilted towards the sky, I steadied myself. Slowly, like the forest waking from winter, I opened my eyes. The sky was a light gray, it wasnt unusual to see this sort of cloud cover, even early in spring. Unfortunately, the world told me it wasn't going to rain. I stay stilled for several moments, taking in everything. The smell of late winter, the taste of coffee still resting on my tongue, the sound of the winter rustling the bare limbs of trees. As I breathed, becoming one with my atmosphere, a small speck of white came into vision against the only slightly darker sky. It gently danced through the air and was quickly joined by friends like it. The snowflakes laughed like children and ran around, hopping, skipping and jumping as they descended down through the air, become calmly landing on my face and glasses. I smiled despite myself and previous mood, isn't it funny how quickly things can change? How quickly the walzt of snow fall turned into a slumber and blankets the world in white.

Good weather always brings out the best in my writing

Why do all my favorite posts I've made only have one note. I mean the one note is me because I'm a genius but tumblr, c'mon, they were throw away posts. They're, admittedly, also genius, but also not what I want people to like. Y'all wrong. Just fully incorrect. This is my professional opinion as the dictator of this blog and y'all are bad at this.

My goal in life is to have one post blow up and when people look at my profile to see more of this mastery, they are throughly disappointed.

I think I opened so many tabs google just gave up, no thoughts head empted me and just started smiling

Guys look at the best piece of sheet music I've ever recieved

i am currently out on my deck in -1 weather in only shorts and a hoodie, drinking ice coffee with a bit of flavored creamer (we ran out of milk), and about 4 scoops of sugar, listening to kinda chill but angry music, trying to finish the last 100 pages of "The Da Vinci code" before tomorrow because i wanted to.

I'd like to see a comic/story where the protag and antag stick to the typical moral and immoral roles, the protag beats the antag (probably pretty brutally) but they survive and gets imprisoned.

Flash forward to the next season/book and the protag is revolting against whomever they were following in the first one. Recruits the antag and they swap roles. The protag now acts immorally and callously, where as the antag is acting morally and is definitely tramautized.

"Tu te demandes si tu es une bête féroce ou bien un saint Mais tu es l'un, et l'autre, et tellement de choses encore Tu es infiniment nombreux Celui qui méprise, celui qui blesse, celui qui aime, celui qui cherche Et tous les autres ensembles Trompe-toi, sois imprudent, tout n'est pas fragile N'attends rien que de toi, parce que tu es sacré Parce que tu es en vie Parce que le plus important n'est pas ce que tu es, mais ce que tu as choisi d'être"

Excerpt from "BLIZZARD" by Fauve