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ivynightshade · 1 year
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fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.
[text id: 5. MY MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME TO NEVER PLAY WITH KNIVES. I BET SHE NEVER SAW ME BECOMING ONE. / 6. I SHARPEN MY TEETH ON MY SKIN.]
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fatimaamerbilal · 1 year
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fatima aamer bilal, from if only love could save us.
[text id: december cold, so lovingly, froze my blood and burned my skin shut. / (every wound can rest til the arrival of summer)]
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loo-does-stuff · 4 months
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I tried drawing with crayons for the first time since I was little, so I tried to draw a little Usahana
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sitting in my chicken this morning waiting for my breakfast listening to boygenius and thinking about sally rooney and all of us strangers and knowing the humanity they see is definitely upsetting and incredibly comforting
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jaays-moon · 1 month
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dear diary, 18/02/20xx
he is a childish fool. he is shy. he is sly with the way he looks at me. he notices but also seems not to care. he holds my hand only to drop it later. he texts me "hi" only to leave me on seen.
but out there where everyone sees and everyone knows, he treats me better. treats me like a prized possession. his friends know that i know him better. they know i am more than a friend, less than a foe. can enemies care for each other?
late at night he sneaks into my room asks me, how does it matter, if him and i could care less about others. he snatches away my nightmares and wears it like a necklace. my tear drops stain his shirt.
as the morning sun rises he is there, standing in the front yard, waiting for me. at school we go our separate ways. we bicker we banter. he is soft with it. the guys ponder what are we? however the boys treat me, he is always a gentleman.
-y/n
hi! this is moon! i hope you liked this small drabble. this is a small part of the bigger story which will unfold in MAY 2024. please do let me know in the mailbox 💌 if you enjoyed this tidbit!! stay tuned for more exciting pieces! reblog to save a life 😔🖤
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writinginslowmotion · 1 month
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we don't talk anymore
but that isn't your fault
nor is it mine
life happened; we grew apart
we fall and we break, and we get back up again
to see another sunrise
and hoping, against all odds
that the sun will shine for us again
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fuckermcfucker · 2 months
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Okay help cause it's exam season and every time ive gotten stuck on something today my brain goes
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Im a Stem Major
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lovecorrin · 1 month
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instead of focusing on glowing up to look better, focus on valuing yourself no matter what you look like, then taking care of your appearance will come effortlessly
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haventdecidedyet · 3 months
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Recently discovered the song Details by Maisie peters and it kills me
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daydream-cement · 10 months
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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: The Personal History of David Copperfield (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jane Murdstone/Reader Characters: Jane Murdstone, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Edward Murdstone Additional Tags: Pining, POV Lesbian Character, Diary/Journal, Hopeless Romantic, Developing Relationship, Language of Flowers, Falling In Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Internalized Homophobia, Past Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Sapphic Obsession, Yearning Series: Part 1 of Warmth of Your Doorways Summary:
This is written to accompany the work - 'Warmth of Your Doorway'. It chronicles Jane's infatuation and pursuance of her love over a matter of a few months. Some entries are shorter than others.
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slut4poets · 5 months
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In these dark, gloomy nights, all that is left is me. It’s not even that dark, nor that late. But it is still night and I still remember that feeling. It creeps in sometimes, times like these. Where I feel like I’m the only one in the world. Well, in my world, I am.
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ivynightshade · 1 year
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fatima aamer bilal, from her garden yearns more for visitors than water.
[text id: if there's something that loathes me more than my very being, it's my yearning. / i am yearning / in its most disgusting form.]
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fatimaamerbilal · 9 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.
[text id: my heart knew no name more furiously than yours.
a scripture that burns beneath my tongue.
the mere glimpse of you clogs my lungs as if the butterflies have deemed them their home
but when you leave my sight, i can’t bear the thought of it being forever.
oh, lord, how i am willing to embrace you until all the love in my being seeps into you.
[and i can’t bring my myself to imagine a world with you,
this world is pure agony without you.
this world is my grave.]
these hands, attached to my wrists, with no purpose other than to hold yours— weep.
my palms are heavy with the emptiness of your hands.
it was inevitable.
you could have marched towards me, parading your teeth like hands, tearing all the meaningless flesh apart, turning my ribs inside, and taking a bite out of my heart—
and i would have done nothing, not when i couldn’t look past your eyes.
so warm. even the sun yearns to bask in them.
sick. sick. sick. how i would have waited for you to take another bite. then another. another. devour me whole. all hunger is, is love.
and i hope you’re hungry, dear darling.
“you have always been like this?”
“no.” yes.
oh, how i would pray to get sick, so my mother would take care of me.]
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loo-does-stuff · 3 months
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I found this at the mall today while hanging out with my boyfriend! (it’s also chocolate-scented!) ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
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jaays-moon · 1 month
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dear diary, 23/02/20xx
every time i think it would be easier to let go, you become just as complex to understand. your actions don't match up to your body language. you don't look like you mean what you say. you are mean when you speak, but is it mean or the truth. honesty is harsh, so are you, and honestly i love you. it is my necessity to try and solve complexity that keeps me attracted i guess? maybe you are fascinating because i don't know you. that is a lie. i know you better than anyone. you know me better than anyone. but is it really all that you need to love someone. just knowing them? i don't want to know you but understand you, feel what you feel, see the world in the way you do, be the answer to your questions. however, i am afraid that all of this is just unrequited. is it? are we? every time i stay awake and ask what are we. when i ask this, there you are right by my side. i guess my timing is off. cause i always end up asking the question the moment you get up to leave. does it have to be a secret? does it have to be more than friends less than enemies? if this ever makes sense, it will only make sense when you make it make sense. what the fuck did i just write? lmao UGHHH I HATE YOU JONGSEONG LIKE LITERALLY CAN YOU JUST TELL ME THAT YOU ARE IN LOVE AND SO AM I AND WE KISS AND EVERYTHING COMES TO AN END. WHY DOES LOVE HAVE TO BE A GAME OF TOM AND JERRY DO I LOOK LIKE A MOUSE TO YOU????? GOD FOR SAKEN HUMAN BEING WHY DO I EVEN LOVE HIM WHAT DO I SEE- "what are you doing?"
ohhHHHh wHo cAn thAt bE aT tHE enD?🤷🏽‍♀️i hAVe nO clUE😔‼️ can't a girl just write her diary in peace 🙄 dear diary 2 is here!! geez, i felt like a fourteen year old again writing these emotions. has everyone's crushes been this complicated lmao?? what do you think is our main character suffering from💭 my diagnosis is acute case of "girlhood". this one is very raw and honestly i had to look back and cite my own journals for this‼️‼️ please do reblog/comment below how are these drabbles🖤 send in messages through the mailbox 💌 too<33
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