ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ .ㅤㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦.ㅤㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵. ㅤㅤㅤ.

with what has happened in the last few months, it's just hard to get on here and do interactions without my confidence getting destroyed after 5 secs, especially when i've felt so unsupported lately. i want to give the most effort that i can, so i'll pop in when the muse strikes.

and more like an intruder, for a lack of a better term. i'll still get around or at least try to. but, other than that, i don't think i'll have higher activity due to the main reason i've stated. i don't want to look like i'm uninterested, but—.

my activity has been too spotty on adeline and i sincerely apologize. to be frank, i just feel sheer sadness coming on here. the last three/four months totally crushed my confidence to get on and rp my oc as a whole and, more or less, i feel more—.

happy girlfriend's day i guess.

leave me be, li shen. i have no entertainment to give to you today.

i breathe and someone is bound to hate me. i might as well be some warning sign.

unbind these strings, i'm begging.

RT @halfsovl: ⠀⠀then who am i .ᐣ.⠀an imperfect design .ᐣ.⠀an exception defined .

RT @dialektitas: Maybe you weren’t made for me, nor I for you. But I’d be damn lying, if I think that’s true.

RT @halfsovl: ⠀“ why couldn’t you love me .ᐣ ”.⠀“ i do … ”.⠀“ ALL OF ME ! ”.

locking in on lore tomorrow, i just want to decompress for the night.

pieces upon pieces. so long as i exist in this vast fabric.i will always find a way to make myself whole again. and with it, the death of another.

oh how she remembers his hands ripping through his flesh in such a sickening manner, how she heard that familiar crack of a bone in the manner of how God ripped a rib from adam to form eve. and it felt too damn real. as if their bodies are one. and she LOATHES IT.

she hated her skin. she hated it. she wanted to rip it off. it wasn't her body to begin with. but at the same time. this body is her. and she is in this body.

no missing rib bone, all intact. her supposed death was just a moment of slumber, a narrow window of peace. how disappointing. how utterly devastating. and she acts like nothing happened. eyes as hollow as her chest. and like her heart, she was just a void.

cw gore, death //. she rose from a day of unconsciousness— the excruciating, almost deathly pain she experienced now just a phantom touch. the gaping wound from her chest is now only covered in caked-up bl--d, returned to its original form— a surgical operation scar.

𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋.𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋.𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋.𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋.𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋—.

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠— needtomoveneed to—.

( her chest suddenly tightens, a slow but deep inhale, slowly plunging into hyperventilation as she falls to the floor. ). i can't breathe ican'tbreatheican't—.

RT @holyaches: one by one i drowned all the people i'd been.