#LatenightThoughts

[pascalcampion]

Late Night Thoughts

[addicted2wasps]

Long after I'm dead, people will still be making music and it just occurred to me that what if there was an indie rock song that came out 100 years in the future that I'd be obsessed with if I heard it today, but that I'll sadly never hear because I won't exist anymore. It's kind of sad and giving me a bit of "fear of missing out." It's kind of similar vibes like how every piece of art, whether it be music, a painting, a feature film, all of it will be gone forever when the earth eventually expires. I'm just appreciating the things that I love that exist in my timeline before I die. It's all I can do.

[browngirl9diary]

Maybe in another life, I’d be your pastoral daydream wife. Maybe in another life, I’m your windowsill sourdough and handwritten letters kind of wife. For now, meet me at first light in Stardew Valley. We’ll go mining for ore and fall in love between levels

[oddechmysli]

„ludzie widza to, co chca widziec, widza nasz usmiech i szczescie, wiec tak naprawde sa slepi”

[slientstories]

Messy Beginning

It’s 3 AM, and I’m wide awake.

I’m listening to “Maine” by Noah Kahan. My mind is racing, and it feels heavy. I’m tossing in bed, looking for a comfortable position, but it wasn’t my bed, it was my brain. I envy those who are sleeping peacefully right now. I wish I were one of them.

 Instead, my mind is consumed by pounding questions, the stories from my past I haven’t moved on from, and the present, the loneliness that follows me even in a room full of people who say they love me. The ache of being misunderstood, and how hard it is to admit that.

This blog is going to be my way of sorting through all of that. My escape. My fight.

No masks. No filters. Just words I’ve kept too long.

Stories I’ve refused to tell, and those still unfolding.

This is my start, messy, honest, and mine.

[echoesofphilip]

"If only" has to be the saddest two words in any language.

[lv-creator]

Quietest moments

[fornoone-and-someone]

Not what I Want

I don't want to be desired—I want to be understood.

Not craved for a moment, but truly withstood.

To be liked for the things that my mind—not my mouth—can do.

And not have to compensate for doing it too.

I don't want to be sexualized—I want to be held.

To be appreciated for my feelings and depth.

For my curiosity to be cherished, even if the questions seem dumb,

that when I ask for your favorite color, you don't answer with a sexual joke.

I don't want to be rushed—I want to be waited for.

Through actions, not only words.

To be worth “taking things slow”,

Not for you to say it just to gain my trust.

Sorry, not sorry if I ruined your plans.

But I refused to be pushed to the side,

While you tore my heart apart.

—for no one and someone

[the-silent-voices]

Sometimes, in the silence, I hear my soul cry. When all the noise fades, a quiet voice begins to speak— not loud, not angry, just a whisper, soft but persistent, asking to be heard. And in that stillness, I feel everything I tried to forget. I reach out - It will be better I tell her - I’m sorry I ask for the strength to stay, I beg her softly - just one more day.

[eliasvale]

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u ever think about the version of me that didnt say hi that day? the one that just stared at ur jacket & kept walking. maybe he sleeps. maybe he eats breakfast. maybe he forgot ur name by now.

sometimes i wish u heard my track. almost called it belmont room 9 but error 404: jasmine not found felt more honest. like how u disappear in every version of my life except this one... where u haunt it

[highsensitivebitch]

now is the time to dry my own tears

to be there for myself

to pour all the love and energy that i have

into me

and only me

[springblossomofwisdom]

I have problems with my self-image just like every other teenage girl.

But unlike what is said about every teenage girl, I do not care about my body or the way my face looks.

I care about my voice and the actions that I take.

How many times am I going to cringe after I say something rude or annoying or dumb before I shut my mouth?

How many times am I going to cry after I hurt someone because of my emotions before I go numb?

How many times am I going to pound my head with all the things I can’t do before I give up?

How many times am I going feel like my chest is exploding with stress on how to live through the earth on fire (mentally and physically) before I decide it’s not worth it?

How many times am I going to lay in bed thinking about all that went wrong that day before I fall asleep forever?

How many times am I going to say I hate myself in my head before it actually gets out?

[moonshadowmystique]

When Love Comes Too Late: A Lesson in Embracing What Matters

There’s a moment that keeps replaying in my mind—a moment I can never take back, no matter how much I wish I could. The realization that I loved him didn’t come in a grand, cinematic epiphany. It crept in slowly, with quiet whispers of "what if?" and "why didn’t I see this before?"

We were friends, or so I thought. We laughed together, shared late-night conversations, and leaned on each other through hard times. I always admired how kind he was, how he seemed to understand me in ways no one else did. But I never let my mind wander too far. We were friends, and that’s all it could be—until I realized it wasn’t.

I noticed it when he started to drift away. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, or how our conversations became shorter, less frequent. A part of me wondered if he had met someone else, and my chest tightened at the thought. That’s when it hit me. The feeling I couldn’t name before. The pull that was always there. I was in love with him.

But it was too late.

He had already moved on, found someone who saw what I hadn’t, someone who cherished him in ways I now longed to. All those moments we spent together came flooding back—times when he looked at me just a little too long, when he laughed a little too hard at my jokes, when his touch lingered. I saw it all in a different light, but it was a light that had dimmed for him.

I wanted to tell him. I thought maybe I could undo the distance that had grown between us. But what could I say? “I think I loved you all along, and I didn’t realize until you were gone”? It felt too selfish, too unfair. So I stayed quiet, and he stayed gone.

I often wonder if he knew. If, in some small way, he sensed it but got tired of waiting for me to catch up. I wish I had told him sooner. I wish I had let myself see what was right in front of me before it slipped through my fingers.

Now, I live with the bittersweet memory of what could have been. And as much as it hurts, I’ve learned something valuable from it all: love should never be ignored or taken for granted. If you feel it, even in the smallest of ways, don’t wait. Don’t assume there’s time. Because sometimes, when you finally realize the truth, it’s already too late.

And that’s a regret you carry with you, one that lingers long after the chance to make it right has passed.

[tiallussims]

Late Night Thoughts

After seeing the ask @alxandergoth received about drawing inspiration from their Sims, I can't stop thinking about the simmer who made a sim inspired by my infamous BC contestant Merlyn Kendrick. That memory made me smile the entire afternoon.

[megcarusss]

Waiting for Snow Day to come out is going to make me explode fr. Like— I know I don’t have the money to buy it but RAHHHHH

[amourdeleon07]

"What did I do wrong?" - A flash fiction

Two posts in a row?!?!?!? I'm pretty sure I'll be posting daily for a week and then ghost Tumblr until I have a new one finished because I already have a bit in store but I'm having author's block atm!! I hope you'll enjoy this just as much as my first one, and if you haven't seen it then go check it out!!!

Warning: MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!

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How many hours has it been? How many hours have passed ever since I've promised myself the slumber I crave and longed for? 

This is the umpteenth time where I sit at the edge of my bed, staring into nothingness as I drown in my thoughts. Ever since ‘that’ happened, I have been having trouble sleeping, 'I probably have insomnia' I chuckled to myself. The silence is deafening in my ears but it comforts me as I battle my own thoughts. 

Where did I go wrong? Why did that happen? Could I have been better? WHY didn't I expect THAT? WHY didn't I CONTROL IT? WHAT DID I DO WRONG? 

... 

‘Calm down, please.' How pathetic, I'm begging myself to calm down? Unbelievable. I bit my tongue, stopping the tears in my eyes before it fell. 

Gosh, it really is something else when you're forcing yourself not to cry, telling yourself that everything is okay when it isn't. This has to be one of the worst feelings mankind has to go through.

Can this please stop? I don't want this to continue anymore. I want to sleep, I'm tired but I'm wide awake, I don't feel like sleeping but I know I need it. But…

How do I even stop my own thoughts? How do I stop ‘that’ from playing in my head over and over and over again? 

... 

I have to stop myself from doing that, don't I? So, how do I stop myself? 

... 

What if I grab something sharp and... 

“stop” myself?...

Oh, my wrists look really pretty right now. It could use a few slits to make it even prettier, watching the blood seep through the open wound and drop unto the cold hard floor and…

No. 

What am I doing? Thinking of ending my life because of a minor inconvenience?

... 

I really need to stop, but this isn't the first time I've had thoughts like these or had similar situations like this. This isn't the first I've thought about cutting myself open and leaving myself to bleed. This certainly is the first time I stopped myself from doing so. New Achievement Unlocked! 

... 

Why am I like this? Is this why ‘that’ happened? I wouldn't be surprised if this is why that happened.

Sighing to myself, I got up and went to grab a glass of water, quenching my thirst. Placing the glass on top of the coaster, I once again stare into the abyss. 

What am I doing with my life? I'm a failure, aren't I? Will I ever do anything right? Will I ever make myself proud? Will I ever make ‘them’ proud?

Thinking about all of this makes my head throb. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhale deeply, trying to collect myself.

…

I can’t sleep like this. I feel restless. I want to sleep, I know I need sleep, but I just can’t. So do I just sit here and suffer alone with thousands of thoughts running through my head every second?

…

How many times do I have to spend my night like this? How many times do I have the same conversation with myself? I can’t let this continue. 

Something has to change. I have to change for the better. 

It has to.

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I'll be posting another one tomorrow!!! Stay tuned!!