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The Pleiades Star Cluster
Credits: Robert Gendler
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oh mY GOD YESS WTF I literally take meds everyday and I'm still like
"aw why am I so sad :( just a sad little lady :("
me, a person with depression, who has had depression for over 10 years, and still has depression: man why have I been so depressed lately
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I had a dream where due to a low population, there was an initiative to bring back the dead to have more children. Those who had a bloodline without any resurrection lived in the fancy town square and were elite. Everyone else just roamed the desolate city.
I, someone resurrected, used my looks to lure men into isolated areas and then steal all their stuff. One day, a young man approached me. He was lively and enthusiastic. He wanted to follow me around.
I told him to fuck off, but he stuck by me. He asked a million questions, told me how he died, and explained he was thrilled to be back. I was not thrilled to be alive again. I told him I had committed suicide and was pissed to be back, especially for the sole purpose of having children.
"doesn't it bother you that they see you as an object? A means of reproduction rather than a person?" I asked the young man. He said "I've always wanted a family."
Along our journey, we came across a woman who was distressed and confused. The white band around her wrist told me she had just been released from the reborn facility. I took her aside and explained what was happening. I cut the band from her wrist and told her to do whatever she wants now. Then, I left.
The man with me was upset I didn't help her more or take her in. I said "she has to learn how to survive alone. No one cares about us"
Then, one night, we're cornered by a group of men. They separated me and the man who follows me. They surrounded me. They told me I was failing for not having children, that I couldnt escape what I was brought back to do.
They assaulted me.
My male companion found me after the horrific incident and had to carry me along in a shopping cart because I was too distressed to walk. I spent days crying. He never left my side. He said "I'm not leaving you. We'll figure this out."
I snuck into the town square of the elite. With a stolen dress, I made myself look like I belonged. I walked into a clinic and acted friendly with the receptionist. She handed me a clipboard of their services.
Abortion: $300
I had no money. I couldn't afford that. Before the receptionist could ask any questions, I ran out of the clinic sobbing.
I gave birth. In an abandoned cabin my companion and I found. He helped me through it, let me rest afterwards, and held my hand while I cried.
The baby doesn't look like a baby to me. I stood over its makeshift crib and watched in horror as it shifted into some kind of monster. An animal-like creature with gangly limbs and bulbous eyes. Terror and disgust overwhelmed my senses. I grabbed my knife. I had to get rid of this beast.
"What are you doing!" It was my male companion. He grabbed me and pulled me away from the crib.
"That's not my baby!" I screamed. "Look at it! That's not a fucking baby! Look!"
The next morning, the baby was gone.
"I took care of it," the man said solemnly.
I said nothing. I collected my things and left.
The moment I was out of sight, the man lifted a floorboard of the cabin and retrieved the bundled baby.
"it's okay," he cooed. "I've got you. She's gone."
It was his child now and he was determined to keep the little boy safe.
Years passed. The baby grew into a toddler and the man hadn't seen me since I had left. On his way to an abandoned playground with his son, he saw me.
I was grimy and loud. I acted erratically, shouting at nobody and pulling at my hair. I wore a large white shirt and no pants. I was digging through trash when he saw me.
There was no resemblance to the woman he once knew. The one who was strong-willed and stubborn. The one who didn't give a fuck about what other people thought. I went mad.
While his son played on the rusted metal structure of the playground, the man watched the sunset with tears in his eyes. Meeting me had made him excited to be alive again. He had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that the pregnancy would bring us together.
"where's mommy," the little boy asked.
"she's not here anymore," he said. "You won't see her. I'm sorry."
There was no way in hell he was going to let his son see what his mother had become. And he was never going to let me see that my son was still alive.

#weird dream#dream i had#i dreamt#narrative#narrative writing#fiction#storytelling#story telling#dreams
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Gorgeous 😍




The clouds were wild before the storm. It was like dragons were fighting.
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The moment you demonize the other side, erase all empathy for them, you lose.
Putting the citizens against each other is their plan. Those who voted for trump thought he would help them. They were so desperate that they ignored all the other shit and clung to the idea that he would help the working class.
I feel for them. We all want to be heard and helped and we are human. I don't give a fuck. I will not become callous
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Idgaf I do not support murder. If you shoot someone you don't like, murder. If that person is part of a government organization you don't like, murder. If it's a CEO you don't like, murder.
You don't win because they're dead
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I had a dream that it was raining and my family saw a kitten in the backyard. When we brought her in, we saw two others. As we brought them in, a black cat came over and scratched at the door. I kept telling my family "it's their mama. Give them back to her." But they didn't want to put the kittens back outside.
We compromised by luring the mama cat into the garage. I made a nest of blankets and set the kittens with their mama in the warm and comfy pile.
Good dream.
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Fribbit, a free crochet pattern designed by crochetbyel on Instagram.
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Delicious news

finally some good fucking news
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Hi Guys <3
Both books — “Writing Male Characters That Breathe” and “Writing Female Characters That Breathe” — are now available as a double pack.
You can grab them as a pair and just binge absorb all the good stuff, like the character building, the mindset shifts, the little rants (because yes, I went off a few times, but with love).
If you’re working on a story, or staring at a blank page wondering why your characters feels like shit instead of people... I made these for you.
Super proud of how they turned out. A little nervous. Mostly excited. Hope they help you fall in love with your characters again.
You can get the duo now! Just Click in the Link below!<3
Writing Male Characters That Breathe
Writing Female Characters That Breathe
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Fuck it I'm gonna start writing my romantic fantasies and pretend I'm just a genius
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If I had a partner I would give them little kisses all the time. On the cheek. When I walk by, when I'm sitting next to them, whenever. And I would hold their hand also. I would also hug them a lot and play with their hair and trace down the bridge of their nose.
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I CRASHED MY FUCKING CARRRR
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Fuck hazing
Fuck fraternities
Fuck all of that fucking garbage
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Last night I dreamt that I was getting constantly harassed by three men while I was in a bathroom stall. I was in there trying to change out of my pajamas and into regular clothes because when I woke up, there was a toddler outside of my room. The toddler was dropped off by their parents for my daycare services but some friends and I complained that she can't just drop him off when I'm still sleeping and also how did she find my house when we have an actual daycare center.
Because of that, I didn't have time to change into clothes before going to school so I tried changing in the university bathroom and that's where these guys started talking to me and hitting on me. I had killer zingers and one liners that I can't remember. Eventually I reported them and it turned out the blonde one had drugs on him and was selling drugs so he was arrested. The university thought I was at high risk of being attacked so I was assigned to leave in the helicopter program. Before that, a professor told me to write out my feelings in a grid chart along with pictures. I needed it to be registered in the helicopter. In line for the helicopter, you had to scan your grid. Mine was all messy and couldn't be scanned so they said I had to do a new one. At this point I had been there for way longer than what it would have taken to just walk home so when the military guys weren't looking, I ran out the door and started lightly jogging home.
The remaining men in the harassment crew tried to follow me and bother me but I just kept jogging.
Additional info that isn't important:
I likened the harassment to the Alien movies and said I would attack the men like the Predator (two different movies so idk but go off queen)
More and more kids (literal children) were being added to the line for the helicopter and I was like "I thought this was just for me"
Me and the kids sat at a picnic style table outside to eat lunch and I had a bunch of snack food, including cheese puffs flavored with some kind of seasoning mix (Italian maybe with garlic)
I kept trying to tell my family where I was but because I was running home the location kept changing so I sent frantic voice messages updating them every few blocks.
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Literally just had a dream where I'm sitting at a table of kids who are going to be transported by military helicopter (I was too) out of school for the day and one of them said they love mango and I said "I do too! Whenever I have to choose a smoothie flavor I always consider mango. It's so good" and that for some reason was not the right thing to say

mango version 🥭
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I like my birger with lettuce and carmlized onions and inly a little bit of thousand isaldn sauce. Not so muchs that uts slippery and all the suace gets in my hands vut enough to be falvorful and yummy
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