reveurrer

[reveurrer]

Oh, how shit changes/ We were in love, now we're strangers

-Miss You, Louis Tomlinson.

[reveurrer]

i think the saddest part is when someone is insecure of their own voice

when they've been told too often that they're too loud, they sound annoying, like rocks, too childish, too deep, too high too hoarse too weird too unpleasant second-rate ugly too gravelly too scratchy too rotten too flat toneless defective miserable weird dude-you-sound-so-fucked-up please-shut-up-you're-cracking-my-eardums

and suddenly

they just dont wanna talk anymore

how do you get someone to talk to you when they've been told too often that they should shut up?

[reveurrer]

additionally, i hope they ask about me and you feel the same way i did about what happened.

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

[reveurrer]

regardless of how my people-pleasing attitude goes, i'm afraid i cant forgive you for what you've done to me

[reveurrer]

me: i don't need friends. they disappoint me. also me: why does no-one text me :(

[reveurrer]

Lilly when Hermione enters heaven: thank you so much for everything hermy your wit does you credit. you held the weight of the entire wizarding world on your knowledge. thank merlin you have a brain. we’re all so proud of you hermy we love you

Lilly when Harry reaches heaven: what were you thinking, dipshit?

[reveurrer]

dear life, i am not mad at you. just fucking confused.

[reveurrer]

Time heals all wounds

It’ll get worse before it gets better, but it definitely will get better, yanno? If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. And if it’s not, what’s the point of hanging on to it anyways?

It can be hard sometimes to let go. But we all outgrow our toddler clothes.

[reveurrer]

I think falling in love is a bit like looking up at the sky and laughing in ecstasy while everyone else just stares at the cackling maniac.

[reveurrer]

"You can now have nothing farther to say,'' she resentfully answered. ``You have insulted me in every possible method."

~pride and prejudice, jane austen

[reveurrer]

"Only worth living if somebody is loving you"

~Lana Del Rey, Video Games

[reveurrer]

Y’all ever feel like y’all are the adult and your parents are the kids?

[reveurrer]

God, in all his wisdom, created the mosquito and the fly. And promptly he forgot to tell us fucking WHY.

[reveurrer]

too much

I’m starting to realise that the word ‘too’ is capable of making any positive adjective negative and every negative adjective even more negative.

Too sad, too doting, too caring, too annoying, too excited, too friendly, too doting, too caring, too angry, too tired, too boring, too dull, too depressing, too twisted, too manipulative…

…on goes the list.

But yea. I think if people were asked to describe me in one adjective, they would say ‘too much’.

I don’t blame them, I’d say that too.

[reveurrer]

That feeling when someone tells you they’ve missed you>>>>

[reveurrer]

when mom fell asleep

okay so i just got done with my exams (came out barely alive btw) but i’ll tell you one thing: it’s during exam time that i get reminded again and again about the thing between my mom and me:

so i’m a person of extreme anxiety—not the clinical kind,, just regular anxiousness—and this anxiety makes me stay up really late, reading my syllabus once more. again. and again. and again. and repeat. basically no matter how well i study, a late night is guaranteed simply because i wanna study again (cue eyeroll). and by late night,, i mean like,, late late. not even night. 4 in the morning, 5:30 in the morning. butt-crack of dawn. some exam days i don’t even sleep.

my mom likes to stay up late night with me on these days. she likes to stay up with me partly cuz she doesn’t want me to feel lonely, sitting in a room studying all alone all night. and partly because she doesn’t really trust me with the electronics (she keeps thinking i’m texting my non-existent russian boyfriend).

she tries to hang on until i’m satisfied with my studies and wrap up, but sometimes sleep gets the better of the poor thing, and she starts to nod off in front of me. so finally she leaves me in my room to finish up, while she goes and sleeps a bit in her room.

and then once i’m done studying, i get out of my room and i yawn and stretch and walk almost drunkenly toward her room (yes we sleep in the same room cuz it’s lonely with only two people in the house).

and i’m greeted by a sight that wouldn’t really faze anyone, but it crashes into my stale geography-muddled mind.

she’s asleep, alright. that much was evident from the way she trudged up to the room, almost sleepwalking.

but even in her sleep, she managed to lay out the blanket for me. just like she always does.

just like she always has. for what?? the past 14 years? she’s been the one to throw a blanket over me. sure, i can do it myself, but it’s simply just a sort of tradition for us (except during our petty arguments).

maybe that sight is what keeps me afloat during exam season.

in the midst of a month filled with panic attacks and frustrated tears over geography, maybe this is what reminds me i’m still home.

i flop on the bed. a sleepy arm comes to rest on my back.

[reveurrer]

human x siren

She watched him crouch by the edge of the rocks with his hands clasped together. A stray tear made its way down his cheeks.

One of her hands rose to soothe the tear away, the other gently placed on top of his clasped hands.

His frame shook with a poorly concealed sob.

“Why did you have to lure me in,” he asked, his words barely there, “if only to throw me out again?”

“This is not my wish, my soul.” She allowed him to push her soaked hair behind her spiny, webbed ears. “But you must leave.”

Soul. When he had said her songs were soulful, she replied that they were only so because he gave her the soul to sing them. It was no surprise, really, that he fell for the smoke in her voice. It was, after all, the reason they had each other.

“But—” he jerked his head up to meet her eyes— “what if i made no attempt to join you? Will you then let me see you?”

His eyes were filled with hope.

She felt her face giving way to a small defeated smile. “If you do not attempt to join me in water, i will wish to climb these rocks to be with you. Is it not safer if you run while you can?”

She knew all too well how dangerous she was for him. A kiss leant into too far was all it would take for her to drag him down into the crystal clear water. A touch that lingered too long would be all it took for him to receive the same fate as the lifeless skulls that littered the bottom of the underground lake.

“Why?” His voice trembled with the force of one single word, and she felt something in her chest shatter. She was not supposed to have a heart, even.

“You know what I am, you know what I can do”

“I do not care.”

“I do.”

The hope in his eyes died.

“I suppose you can come into my humble cave to show me your poetry every once in a while.” She closed her eyes and smiled, too bitter to be considered a smile. “The human and the siren who committed the crime of falling in love.”

He got up to his feet. She rose from her resting position beneath a rock. She fished underneath the rock for a trinket, smiling to herself when she found it. She beckoned him closer, barely suppressing her fear that he might lean too close and fall in the water.

As he bent close, she pressed her charm into his palm. A crystal.

It glowed blue, as the rest of the ones in the cave did, but it was smaller. It did not have intricate patterns, as the others did, but the weight of it in his hands felt like home.

Like he was holding a part of his home in his hands.

He reached out to skim his fingers over the scales on her temple in gratitude.

Stealing one final glance at her, he turned back and started to find his way back to the cave entrance.

A step before he was out of sight, though, a beloved voice called out from behind.

“No goodbye kiss?”