Thoughts - Blog Posts
the everlasting debate to write soft thoma smut or soft diluc smut..
it’s funny because my whole account looks thoma based when my favorite is diluc
c2 diluc, c7 diona, c4 chongyun, c6 sayu, AND NOT A SINGLE THOMA. i’m so fucking MAD i wanna fuck diluc till he cries this is the SECOND TIME HE FUCKED UP MY PULLS FOR ANOTHER MAN
diluc cries when he’s drunk so can u imagine somehow getting him drunk and fucking him in the storage room
AETHER WOULD BE A MEAN ASS DOM.
and suddenly i’m thinking what if sara took ittos virginity bc that dumbass thought it was a competition
I wonder what KitKat flavored mash potato’s taste like.
So, just to summarize. People keep subscribing. I'm a little confused by this. Because I think my English is unbearable. But if I can still write something that you like, then that makes me happy. Thanks for the support, cuties~
I have two requests. I'll answer one of them this weekend. If anyone wants, do not hesitate to write to me. These can be requests, your thoughts or ideas. We can also chat if you have questions for me personally. I am not a very active writer, but if this is not a request, then I will try to answer as soon as possible.
In addition, I recently watched the "squid game", so I have a desire to write Squid Game AU. Yandere Ladybug characters will fit perfectly into this atmosphere. Maybe someone has ideas for this.
To anyone who sees this, do ya'll ever those days where like your internal monalogue WILL NOT STOP going off on tangents and rambling on about weird shit? Like ofc logically you should tune out the noise so you can actually get shit done. But it's always funny to me when you tune back in cause you're curious or whatever and your brain has been having a conversation with itself about the ways you could theoretically murder someone. And you just genuinely have no clue how you got to this point.
I feel like internal monologues might have something to do with dream theory but I'm not smart enough to articulate exactly what
I'm hoping to make a mascot for my art channel. What do you think of my little four-armed porcupine fish merpeep?
Pinterest, Twitter (not calling it X out of spite) and Tumblr are like the Holy trinity, same thing but in different fonts and boy am I on my knees for all of them
Potential
Hush
Too far, too wide, too fast
Not yet
Don’t go
Don’t, won’t
Don’t, can’t
Not now
Beware
Hush now
Haven’t done, won’t do
Couldn’t do, won’t do
What can I do?
Can’t do
And can’t and can’t and can’t
I’m scared
Don’t ask
I really wish I was like one of those little fruit flies. It would be really fun to just pick one guy and drive him insane with my relentless buzzing.
I think it's beautiful how cute we get when we are lonely. Calling up our bestfriend to talk about just anything before they ask if anything's wrong. Telling them it is, you are intimidated by the changing ways of life because you were finally getting used to the quiet life. Remembering school and your after school ice-cream dates, driving up to that quiet place behind school property where you can see the most beautiful sunset in the city. Writing I miss you and wish you were here to each other. Telling each other, you'll meet soon. Hugging your pillow and falling asleep to the playlist they made you on one of your birthdays. My heart is too fragile for reminiscence. I don't know how to contain all these so I sleep.
I wish you were here
The only thing going through his brain were scenarios of them together. Lying in bed, dancing in the kitchen, laughing on the couch, him constantly telling her to stop drinking that much coffee. Her hands on hers. His lips on hers.
The memories were too strong.
Still too strong.
“I wish they would take me as I am.”
— Vincent van Gogh
Late Night Thoughts.
Insomnia strikes again. I used to have really bad insomnia in college. But after working two jobs and going to school, I wore myself out so much that I was thankful to go to bed. But it seems like my insomnia has returned. Maybe it's the coffee I had hours ago. Or maybe I just have too many thoughts in my head. Today, I thought about how fast this year has gone by. Looking back at this same day last year, things have changed so much. Last year, I was headed on the trip of a lifetime. I was on a mission trip out of the country and it was the most inspirational and amazing thing I have done thus far. Never would I have thought I would be able to last that long overseas and in those conditions I had to go through. But that was nothing. It was nothing compared to all that I saw, the things I was able to experience, the people I had met. Besides the things overseas, things at home were also completely different. Family and friends were all well, relationships with everyone were good. This year, things are a bit strained and it really bothers me that I can't fix it. Maybe it's because I lacked the courage that I had so much of last year. Or maybe it's how it's supposed to be for now. Maybe this is a lesson in life. Or maybe I should just roll to the other side of the bed and count sheep.
💮Never have I tried to rewatch my past to narrate myself. I know it's a mess, it's random, but I can feel it something beautiful. Everything fall in place just like a story. Sometimes I welcome the circumstances which fall in place. I watch, suffer, break, but never intend to mess with the sequence. The mishappenings seems beautiful in a chaotic way, and perfectly put. I think, 'Won't be a nice storyline to narrate?'💮
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