#“Late Night Introspection”

[fortunaestalta]

[star-struck09]

I knew I was in love when I found a way to bring you up in every conversation.

[metamorphicmuse]

"Sometimes I am lost in thought."

[polarmoon]

christopher hit a low point around the middle of the term. his brain differences have been a lifelong struggle for him, and he's never been able to manage his symptoms very well. it was for that very reason his parents decided to homeschool him in the first place.

as an independent adult, tackling traditional education on his own, it's now on christopher himself to learn how to manage his time and take care of himself properly. thankfully he's starting to learn some healthy habits✨

[atomicrebelfire]

Still on the Line

quiet melancholy, unspoken connection, gentle ache, muted hope

📞 Read on AO3

Buck doesn’t speak. Tommy doesn’t either. But sometimes a phone call with no words can still say everything.

They just listen. Like silence counts for something. Like maybe it’s enough—for now.

— Why wasn’t he invited to the dinner?? So I did the only rational thing, gave him a quiet couch and a phone call. Let’s make him sadder, I guess.

By the end of 8x13, Buck looked so quiet. So subdued. And of course, I went, what if he called Tommy that night? Not to fix anything. Not to explain. Just… to feel his presence.

So yeah, this one’s about loneliness that doesn’t feel bitter. About being tired, and still reaching out. It's soft. It's simple. And maybe a little sad in the way that still leaves room for hope.

It’s not a fix-it. Not a heartbreak fic. It’s just… a pause. An exhale. A connection that lingers, even when neither of them speaks.

—

✨ For anyone who’s ever felt that ache and didn’t have the words. And for those of us who keep finding comfort in the quiet. 💙

—

~Excerpt ~ The line picks up after two rings. Tommy doesn’t say anything right away. Neither does Buck. Just breathing. Quiet background sounds on both ends. —

💥 Short, introspective, and quietly hopeful. For anyone who needed a little softness today. Not canon, of course—but lovingly imagined.

[itbeoksometimes]

Someone said to me once, I'm glad you finally have gotten your life started. But what does that mean? Is it turning eighteen? When you first live on your own, and if so, in what sense? Maybe it's when you graduate, start a new job or move somewhere, or move on from something, or someone. I thought it started at birth? And there's liberation found in inner work. What do you think?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

special little guys nocturnes (night drawings)

[walkingbandtee]

Why does everyone so badly wish to be physically beautiful? I find the most beauty in one's mind and soul. Everyone wants to walk down the street and be seen as pretty by everyone they pass. There are those who are conventionally attractive and those who would not be seen in the same light under today's beauty standards. Let's set aside beauty standards for a second.

I don't care if you're skinny, fat, or somewhere in the middle. I don't care if you've got perfect skin and a model face. I don't care if you're tall or short. I don't care if you're as pale as a blinding white light or if you're as dark as the night. Frankly, your physical appearance bares me no interest. I'm not going to decide whether I find you interesting based on how attractive the world views you. And I'm not going to decide whether I find you attractive based on how you look.

Personally, the most unconventionally attractive person in the world could be more beautiful to me than a Victoria's Secret model. We've all heard the phrase "It's what's on the inside that counts." and I don't quite understand why it's brushed off as just a way to make the less attractive feel better. I truly walk through life looking deep into people's souls and finding the beauty within. Surface level attraction doesn't mean much. We're all human. Why would I put one person on a pedestal for their looks while outcasting another for theirs when it was only genes and random chance that contributed to their physical appearance? Inside one's mind is where you truly get to know them. Their empathy for other people and animals, or lack of. Their intelligence, whether emotional, book smart, or street smart. Their experiences through life that have taught them how to survive, thrive, and help other people through the same things. The little things that bring them joy or fascinate them. Their unique perspective that sparks your interest. All this and more is what makes someone so intriguing.

I'd rather have lunch with someone who challenges me intellectually than go out with someone just because they have a pretty face. Someone I can learn a thing or two from. I'd rather get a glimpse into a troubled mind full of morbid thoughts and find out what made them that way. I'd rather sit in silence and observe the world around us before discussing our thoughts and finding out how they differ. How we differ in the way we think and perceive the world and those around us. And we will differ. Because every human walking this earth is one of a kind.

So, I couldn't care less about your face or your body. Let me get a peak inside that gorgeous mind.

You've got a sexy cerebral cortex, and I've got an intellectual boner for it, babygirl.

[xoxo-ares]

by the way

do you think the birds in the sky take flight into the sky just to enjoy the breeze

or the tigers in the jungle prance in the tall brushes just to take in the greenery

or the mountain goats climb the highest peaks just to look at the world so small

or the fish in the ocean dive deep within just to submerge themselves into the abyss?

i don't know, but i hope so otherwise, im glad to be human.

[indiestar]

I take the long way home, past streets I don't need to walk, past windows that flicker with lives I'll never know. Maybe it's avoidance, maybe it's nostalgia, maybe it's just the quiet thrill of not arriving too soon.

[schwarze-cat]

" In each of us there is another whom we do not know. "

- Carl Jung

Art: unknown "found in the wilde!"

[star-struck09]

There is a quiet intimacy in knowing someone so well you can predict what they’re going to say, like hey, I put myself in your shoes and tried thinking like you and got it right.

[m808vibe]

🖤 The Ironies of Life

We chase the sun, then beg for rain,

Build up walls, then cry in pain.

We long for love, then run from touch,

Say we want peace, but talk too much.

We wish for youth when we grow old,

Then waste our youth to chase pure gold.

We laugh the loudest through our ache,

Pretend we’re fine for others’ sake.

We seek the truth, but fear it raw,

Hide our flaws, then beg for awe.

We dream of freedom, yet fear the fall,

Climb our ladders just to feel small.

We crave the calm, yet spark the storm,

Swear we’re unique, then conform.

We want to speak, but hold it in—

Let silence lose, so pride can win.

And maybe that’s the way it goes—

Life writes in riddles, not in prose.

But still, we live, we try, we learn—

We crash, we burn, and still return.

truth wrapped in contradictions.

a poem about being human in a world that never makes sense.

[blueberry-obsessed]

Having a minor breakdown at odd hours of the night is so fun because then I find a new doc while looking for my uni notes the next day like wait. new fic?? by me???

[sadnahorias]

thinking about the ''you guys are thinking about yourselves too much'' phrase because I feel that it really is the root of a lot of my problems.

not only when it comes to my insecurities, but also in the fact that I try so hard to know who I am, what I want and, definitely, to engage with introspection that I drown myself in the depths of my mind and i end up getting overwhelmed. I want to have all figured out but (obviously) it's impossible and because of that I put too much pressure on myself.

I know I don't need to have all the answers, at least not yet, because life is long and I still have a lot to learn and to live. also, there'll be questions that'll never be answered, or whose answer will change with the time, so I guess there are things that I'll never completely figure out.

in other words, i need to stop thinking about myself too much.

[velvet-script]

A Quiet Observation

Sometimes, it's in the smallest of moments that I find the most beauty. A half-read book, the sound of rain against the window, or the simple act of watching a candle flicker. It's these quiet moments that help me remember to breathe. In a world so fast-paced, I find solace in slowing down and letting the world unfold at it's own pace.