Latest Posts by hanamal1k - Page 2
Another fun thing I do with customers - specifically parents of very small children who don’t know they’re alive yet - is directly imply I think the coffee is for the baby, not the parent. and lemme tell you, like 70% of parents eat that shit up. They immediately go along with the bit and start discussing it with their newborn child, while the baby just stares at us like 😮
““If you’re struggling and your people are just sitting there watching you struggle, they’re not your people.” Unknown”
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They say the abused become the abuser. And you have gone through hell.
But what is standing in front of me is this beautiful, fragile woman that holds broken things so gently as she has never been held, who melts her energy into making them intact. Until there is no power, no more love left to give.
I keep waiting.
I keep waiting for a dog so hideous to pass by on our evening walks that you will not pet. I keep waiting for a sunset too plain that you feel it too futile to paint. I look around for a child far too overbearing for you to comfort— But whenever I inquire you, all I hear is that you've been all of those things, and you won't let it happen to anyone else. Too hideous—too plain—Too overbearing—
You love fixing broken things. You attract evil because it latches on to sweetness, sucks it until evil becomes a lovable thing and the source becomes sour and stale.
I believe, sometimes, that is why I am your lover.
But I am no different from when you first met me. You may not have noticed this, but even though you hold me, pour yourself into me, you never attempt to glue me together. You never attempt to fix me. You just bleed into my vacant parts, unafraid of the surrounding filth.
Who did I murder that was so bad, what days did I feed my hungry cat so well that I am held dear to a person like you?
My sweet, sweet Caroline. How could I ever repay your love?
-exerpt from my upcoming villian×hero book🤭💋
why is my entire dash 9/11 jokes did smth happen or
- sacrificial sinners by j rose
it has begun
YES because imagine them locked together thru all the levels and bonding😭😭 imagine its ENEMIES TO LOVERS🤌😩
I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺
The pain is like a sedative/ that kills me; makes me cry—and puts me to sleep/
-excerpt from my book💋💕
Hi
hello there ✨
“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”
— Tunisian Proverb
I need Ghibli therapy where some utter magic nonsense happens to me and it’s all very weird but there’s some nice people and when it’s over I come out of it a more complete person
Old poetry is such an unexpected GEM
Darling, how I wish I could tell your gentle soul how light flickers atleast twice before it is eternal.
For the most virulent of snakes would spit off their venom to kiss your name, when it is but etched on a rock;- how when timid dark ravens will curl themselves in vines that reach from behind your tomb, would then flaunt their wings spreading life around like scattered glitter.
And the rain would skip you when souls begin to raise their cupped hands crying for water,
For your stubborn petals bloom with tears that are only now salty in your mouth."
Now someone tell me what was going through my mind at 12 years old because clearly there is plot behind this.
— Clementine Von Radics, from Courtney Love Prays to Oregon (via lunamonchtuna)
If this pain chooses not to leave me
I hope I end my life
I hope I don't force myself to live through it all with the false hope that I will find peace and love and dreams coming true
I hope I can give myself the privilege of death and not force myself to live for others
Oh my goddd im in my teenage depression phase 😦
"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.
Oh how I wish I just chose to hate you instead.
That line from "because this is my first life" that goes like - 'Love is a Privilege in Marriage'.
Yea. That line.
This so mean why my trauma isn't cool af ugh
I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺
There is nothing more excruciating then giving up. You don't want good or bad. You just go on. You're a dead fish flowing with the stream of water, except you're not dead- you're alive. And human.
I love myself- I love myself so much. But it gets lonely when it just me, just me who loves me.
"Yes, I'm a murderer. Be it for Good or Evil, I play culprit of several last breaths- Nothing can justify that- Yet somehow... I crave warmth."
"I blame the cold that rests within my core, for it makes me tremble and yearn for even a speck of fire. Perhaps it's why at the end of the day, I always find myself melted in your embrace. For I am a parasite. A parasite that leeches off your love," his eyes meet hers, "Stay away from me if you feel dire need of affection. Cryogenic knights have no love to offer." His tone is more direct this time, a vain attempt to seem intimidating. "Besides, Heat only melts ice."
Context: he's made of ice but she's made of Fire lmao, I love yin n yang tropes
Tumblr has so much potential 😬 it's kind of sad
I'm old? But I've been young for so many years how can you just take that away from me?
I hate how pretty I look when I cry.
More so, I hate how I love how wonderful my red nose , red cheeks, and slight swollen eyes make me look. All that makeup and I would never achieve this.
It's like my face is mocking me, you bloom here in sadness as you belong here in sadness.
It's offensive how okay I am after everything I've been through💀
Nature within her Palms
"This one's for the leaves." She says, while squeezing out a warm orange on her thumb.
As she's scraping the dry colour off and onto the canvas, I notice her reach for the trembling, paper thin tube- The lukewarm Green. This paint- no, nature on her hands: it's blooming.
"Weird way to paint, no?" she chuckles.
This barren colour grow's ever so full of life on her tan hands, it could call it home.
She's speaking but god, how I can only stare.
I hope someday, I can, too.
-hana💋
I pretend to be ever so reserved and cold. But god; how he only told me it was okay to be human- and now I've allowed his lips to find themselves on my wounds. Goodness; how I find myself to be so easily melted.
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