mini-the-mighty-blog
mini-the-mighty-blog
Mini-The-Mighty
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A Bi Disaster in the making follow me through my poetry, my dumbass stories, and my somewhat helpful life advice.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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•《There's never been a better feeling than that of being in the saddle》•
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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It's okay to cry
You tell me that it's okay to cry.
But let me ask you something.
Is it okay when a dam finally breaks open and a wall of water rushes out to drown all those who are close?
Because darling, I love you to much to let you drown in the many repressed thoughts inside my head.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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What a story is made of
A reader asks a writer how to make a story.
The writer only laughs, cold and dry.
"You take pieces of yourself," The writer says, "Take your tragedies and make them beautiful,"
The reader doesn't understand. Maybe they never will.
"And?"
"And that is how you make a story,"
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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♡《Beauty is in the eye of the beholder》♡
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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I love you
You say it so easily, like the words are as light as a cloud floating in the blue sky.
You send it over text after cancelling our plans yet again, followed closely by a sorry.
The words are loose on your lips, so very different the tight rope I have hung around my neck as I shed tears again.
Whispering in the darkness that I'm okay, that this is okay.
I wonder if I'll ever hear my heart beat again, because it's been shattered into far too many pieces to fix.
And I know one of those pieces is missing, because you have tucked it away between your delicate lips as you whisper yet another I love you.
It's okay though, because I love you too. Just not in the way that you love me.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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Blank is better
She barely knew her name. Better yet where she was or where she came from.
They said it was amnesia from the shock of the crash. That she would be fine in a few weeks. But everything wasn't fine.
Everyone has a past.
But she doesn't remember it.
But others do.
To her it's funny in the sick joke kind of way. The way that someone she never met could've caused her so much pain.
How the decisions she doesn't even remember making hurt so many people.
But maybe it's good this way.
Because maybe now that she was a blank page. She could write a new story. A better one.
Maybe it's better to be blank.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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The broken warrior.
You were raised in a blood bath. Where the only way to win was to survive.
And you did. You survived....to well.
You were always the perfect soldier. Always following orders. Always so naive.
If they said jump you would ask how high.
If they told you to kill you'd ask how many.
But what happens when the war is over? When they throw you away. When you're to broken to fix?
And what happens when you realize that the person you were fighting for just happened to be a monster, and you it's victim.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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Some blackout poetry
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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settle for you
your hand is a centimeter away from my hand
your body is an inch away from my body
and your lips are a breath away from my lips
yet still i cannot move to cover that centimeter, 
that inch, 
that breath
i want to lean in 
and cant help but ache for something more,
but you view this as platonic 
and if this is all thats in store
i’ll take it
just to be close to you
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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cant breath love
my lungs stop taking air
and my heart stutters to a halt
as you laugh
and i smile in secrecy, 
like im celebrating victory 
but then hes making you happy
happier than i could make you
cause youre not into me
youre not into girls
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 6 years ago
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it wasnt love
my heart breaks 
as you tell me how he took you out
how he made you feel so cool
and im feeling like a fool
cause you were never mine
so im trying to reason that i shouldnt feel used
that i never loved you
or so ive convinced everyone else
everyone but myself
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 7 years ago
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I wish I had said
Dear, The one I should have told.
I like to look back on the past.
Sometimes I remember things and laugh. Things about us and our dreams. Of where we wanted to be when we turned older.
My favorite memory of us was when I first met you. I was a bit of a fool, trying to make a conversation. But I guess it worked. Because from then on we were friends.
I don't think I know when exactly I fell for you. It kind of just happend. One moment you standing next to me was fine, the next moment my heart was beating like crazy and I couldn't think straight.
I think you knew about my crush on you. The sligh comments you would make that I could easily justify as flirting, the soft touches that lingered to long, the whispers in my ear.
God looking back on it I was so stupid.
I should have just said it. Said those three words.
But I didn't.
And just as quickly as you came into my life.....you left it.
Now I sit here. Thinking about what might've been. Thinking about that feeling you gave me that no one else has been able to replicate.
I wouldn't say you're the one that got away. Rather the one I let go.
I don't think you'll ever see this.But if I don't get this out of my system I don't think I'll ever be able to move on. So here I go.
I love you. And I wish I had said it sooner. Before you left me here in broken pieces.
From- An idiot who didn't understand their feelings in time.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 7 years ago
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Stained
Her lips are stained black.
Her mouth smelling of death yet her teeth have a white sheen like that of an angel.
She smiles at you and everything seems alright for a bit.
But beneath that smile is a devil with a loose tongue and lying lips. Who hurts you again and again.
Yet for some reason you still call her your friend.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 7 years ago
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Red
Sicily was shaking, shaking as she looked at her velvet covered hand.
"It was supposed to be a joke," She repeated with shaky breaths as the blood dripped to the ground.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
Red met gray as colors mixed.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The memories of the night swarmed through her head as she could feel a bit breath on her neck.
She told them not to play that game.
She asked them to just watch some horror movie or got to a haunted house.
But no. They played the game.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
And as she felt a something sharp go into her back and her life faded away she realized. They had lost.
The next day a local butcher shop had a sale on ground beef while there was a missing person case filed on 5 teens who had been last seen playing the game where you summon a demon butcher.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 7 years ago
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Question thingy.
Since I was tagged by two people and both of those people would force me to anyways so I thought I might as well.
Are you named after someone?
Yes actually I'm named after my grandma and mom. (Extra: My middle name (The one I like to go by)  was named after my mom's fav tv show host, also I have the same first name as a woman superhero)
When was the last time you cried?
Two days ago
Do you have kids?
Nope, I want to have one when I'm older though.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
It really depends on who you are. If I dislike you then I'll probably be more snarky then anything, if I'm okay with you then I'll probably just goof off.
Scary movie or happy ending?
Happy ending.
Any special talents?
Well I’m a pretty good Forensicator. Which is basically competitive acting.
Where were you born?
A hospital.
What are your hobbies?
Reading, writing, band, and acting.
Any pets?
2 dogs who are both my babies. Ones Domino and the others Tye-Dye.
How tall are You?
5'6 by Quinn's standards
What sports have you played?
Softball, Soccer, Swim (For like 2 months), Horseback riding, Axe throwing, Shooting, Ballet, Karate, and Marching Band.
Favorite Subject?
Acting.
Dream Job?
I uh…..i'm kinda super antisocial so I don't know anyone who hasn't already tagged me or been tagged.
Aviation Officer in Marine Core. Then if I'm lucky an Actress.
I don't exactly know many people who haven't been tagged or haven't tagged me.
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 7 years ago
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Band Quotes
So I've been in marching band for two years now and let's just say you hear a lot of interesting things while in it. So I wrote a few down and decided to share them with the world. Enjoy.
"FOR THE LAST TIME WE ARE NOT WEAPONIZING THE BAND UNIFORMS!"
"Lick her eyelid one more time and I swear to god-"
"If skittles are made in rainbows would that make them gay m and m' s?"
"Wanna know the manliest show ever, *proceeds to play My Little Pony theme and all the boys sing it*"
"No we are not going to get a band chicken and call it KFC,"
"Trust me band kids are always thirsty,"
"Its your turn to get on your knees, it was my turn last night,"
"Social life? I haven't heard of that in 4 years"
There are plenty more to post and I may make this a weekly thing..
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mini-the-mighty-blog · 7 years ago
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Mending A Broken Heart
'I'll be alright'
I typed those three words out onto my phone screen.
Was I trying to convince myself or my friends?
I didn't know anymore and for some reason didn't really care void of any real emotion as I tucked myself behind my usual mask. Finally when satisfied with the message I hit send before tucking my phone into my front pocket.
My brain ever so logical knew it was the truth. That I would survive. That this little heart breaks wasn't exactly the end of my life.
But my shattered and torn heart said otherwise
Sighing I sat longingly on the bench that over looked my neighborhood pond. Tucking my knees into myself as I watched the water, my mind wandering.
Then my phone buzzed my usual ringtone in my jean pocket. Sighing I pulled it out, Expecting my mother with a message about dinner.
But it was a reply. A reply I desperately needed:
'If you ever need to talk we're here for you girl,'
I smiled, Tears threatening to spill as I re read those words. My heart finally realized. That as long as I had my friends by my side, I'd be alright.
That a broken heart can be mended (And yes this is cheesy as hell) by the support of good friends and a ton of choclate.
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