chereluna

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im literally a depressed gay. thats a fucking oxymoron. i guess im the poetry that ive always wanted to be.

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so i actually ended up getting 99

man i think im gonna lose 1-2 marks in my maths exam bruh i gave my heart and soul for this stupid subject and it sucked it mercilessly like a motherucking dementor oh my god what the actual fuck man. fuck maths. i cant believe that im taking it as a main subject for higher studies. fuck

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my younger self was such an artist. not making fun of myself or anything, i did everything i wanted to. draw, dance, sing, express any that i wanted. even after having a really painful childhood and a broken home, i still bloomed during the toughest storms. yet now, when everything is okay, i rot. i dont do anything anymore. where did my beauty go. ive lost interest in everything. its not that im suicidal or depressed but i dont understand the point of living anymore. this is not how it was supposed to be.

where did you go, love?

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listening to 'let it happen' by tame impala after turning 16 did something to me. i guess im letting it all happen

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i treasured my inner peace so much that i ended up distancing myself from my friends. yeeeah no ive been on an emotional roller coaster ride for a long time now. still am, i cried for 15 mins after the clock hit 12am. lol

i may be alone, but hey. thats okay. its okay to be alone, i guess.

my life is too short for regrets and sadness. i must live my life to the fullest. i must love me. thats what my younger self would want. i dont wanna disappoint her.

happiest birthday to me. 💗

[chereluna]

the bus windows blur with the weight of the sun. everything outside is gold-tinted and melting—rooftops, trees, the occasional flicker of some stranger’s shadow. my head leans back against the glass, earbuds nestled in, and let it happen is quietly slipping into my bloodstream.

it’s funny. there’s something about that song that just… pulls you under. like a riptide you don’t want to fight.

i don’t know how to explain it to people. i’m not sad. not really. it’s just—when i close my eyes, it feels like i’m floating. and i don’t mean in a poetic, pinterest-quote way. i mean, actually floating. like i’m in the ocean again, arms out, salt clinging to my skin, the waves carrying me wherever they want. that kind of surrender. that kind of peace.

i’ve never been in love. never kissed someone behind a curtain of rain or cried into someone’s hoodie at 2 a.m. i haven’t had the kind of heartbreak that ruins songs for you, or the kind of touch that ruins everyone else’s. but i think—maybe—i feel things just as deeply. just differently. quietly.

there’s this whole universe inside me that i don’t think anyone sees. i act stupid with friends. loud. laughing. a little chaotic. but beneath all that, there’s a girl who thinks too much. who watches people when they’re not looking. who collects little moments like seashells and hides them away. the way sunlight hits the sidewalk. the way someone brushes a strand of hair behind their ear. the way silence sits between people who really care.

maybe i’m waiting. for someone to see it. not fix me—not rescue me from anything, because i don’t need rescuing. just… to sit next to me in that silence and say, yeah. i get it.

i’ve always loved water. i think it’s the one place i feel most like myself. not pretending. not performing. just… existing. my legs drifting weightlessly below me, the world muffled above. there’s no future in the ocean. no past. just the push and pull of the tide and your own heartbeat in your ears.

sometimes, i think i live my life the same way i swim. going under. letting go. trusting the current. people are always so desperate to control things—grades, friends, their futures. but somewhere along the line, i learned how to breathe underwater. and now?

now i’m letting it happen.

maybe that’s the magic. not fighting the fear. not clinging to expectations. just… floating. watching the sky tilt overhead. knowing i don’t have to have the answers right now.

just this moment. this song. this sunlight on my face.

and maybe, one day, someone will be beside me in that moment, and i won’t even have to say a word.

they’ll already know.

[chereluna]

keep art human. say no to AI.

[chereluna]

i would like to apprise the tumblr community about the fact that there are many people who infact are emotionally depended on fruit bowls.

its me and the homosexual ships that i emotionally depend upon against the world

[chereluna]

holy fuck man. everyone is so nonchalant. no fucking way. theres just no way. the kids of my agegroup feel so dead man. if this is what it feels like to grow up then ill bury myself 6 feet down this earth. i dont want to lose my spark.

[chereluna]

me when people mistake my genuine platonic love for them as a romantic interest:

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my dad gives me bi vibes lowk should i be concerned or what 😭⁉️⁉️

[chereluna]

i love when i feel good about myself. like yes queen be kind to yourself too. you deserve it more than anyone.

[chereluna]

cant believe i missed our king's birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIAM <3

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500 reposts 😭😭😭 good lord, thanks lmfaoo

its me and the homosexual ships that i emotionally depend upon against the world

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me when nerds 💗💯

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langa is a proud bigback idc if you say otherwise

[chereluna]

please draw them getting married pls pls pls i beg you bro on god

I saw sk8 ova the other day and no joke this is what happens