The Thing That No One Tells You About Being Someone Who's Gaurded Over Their Vulnerability And Their

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hey chat. if you read my fic on ao3 (which you totally should if ur a maze runner fan) PLEASEEEEEEE leave a comment. i would LOVEE to hear what y'all think about it, literally anything - whether it be criticism or compliments - would be so so so so so appreciated. <33

oh and btw, the link to my ao3 is in my intro post. or it's my_little_universes on ao3.

oh and i got an idea for a marvel fic so i may be uploading that soon. soon meaning anytime in the distant future.

<3

guys i cant stop watching jess mariano edits my fyp has been taken over plz help

actually no wait leave me tf alone

omg this is beautiful

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so today i bought a journal, ripped a piece of paper out of a different old journal, and wrote "the book of people" on said piece of paper, and taped it to the cover of my new journal.

then, i skipped two pages and titled the page "mom". i proceeded to write - what i could only describe as - a letter of sorts, to my mom. now of course, she will never see this letter, nor will anyone else, so i did my best to be as truthful as i could possibly be. im not sure why but, even in my journal, i tend to censor myself a little - im not fully honest. i say i am, but im not. i did try tho.

after i finished my letter, where i wrote all my feelings towards my mother - the good and bad - i went back a page, and titled it "table of contents" and skipped a line and wrote "mom (1-4)".

the idea of this is to, essentially, write a letter to everybody in my life and fill the book up with it - a book of people.

im not sure why i wrote this or why im sharing this. but it was fun. i found that when i wrote this letter, i was able to reflect on a lot of things. able to think back on things, and see things clearer. now of course, the idea of writing things down to better process it isn't new.

i think, overall, im js excited. to write about all these people who i love. and of course, the name is "the book of people" so i have to write about the people i hate too. not fun. but idk. i js wanted to share. have a good night y'all.

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOUUU AND I HAVE A FEELING THAT YOU LOVE ME BACKK <3

WE'RE SAT IN MY BEDROOOOMMM AND I HEAR YOUR HEART LIKE A TRAIN ON YHE TRACKS <3

YOURE EYES ARE LIKE HEAVEN YOUR VOICE IS LIKE RAIN <3

ELEVEN ELEVENS THEY ALL HEAR YOUR NAME <3

IM TOO SHY TO TELL YOU THE WORDS ON MY MIND <3

I HOPE YOU CAN SEE IF YOU READ THROUGH THESE LINES <3

THAT I WROTE THIS SONG ABOUT YOUUUU <3

SOMETHING I WISH YOU KNEWWWW <3

SOMETHING IVE TRIEDDD TOOOO SAYYYYY <3

BUT NOW ILL SAYYY IT STRAIGHTTTT <3

I WROTE THIS SONG ABOUT YOUUUUU <3

so real

SOMEONE COMMENTED ON MY AO3 FIC IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE

me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...

me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

my grandma is dead. it was my parents wedding anniversary. my dad bought flowers and a cake. i came home screaming, "happy wedding anniversary!!" only to be cut off by my dad. he pulled me aside and said, "grandma's dead."

my grandma is dead. it's my mother's birthday february 1st. she's turning 49. my brother was meant to come home and we were gonna plan a surprise for her.

my grandma is dead. ten minutes after i found out, i took my dog out for a walk. i left at 4:20. i came back at 5:30. i was crying the whole time.

my grandma is dead. the grief came in waves. i would remember, then cry, then stop. and then remember, then cry, and then stop. remember, cry, stop. remember, cry, stop.

my grandma is dead. the last thing she said to me was, "stay safe. ill see you next time,". now there is no next time. the next time will be me infront of her grave.

my grandma is dead. i was too scared to talk to my mom. too scared to look at her. i would cry if i did. and i can't cry infront of my mom about her mom dying, that's rude.

my mother's mother is dead. she has no parents any more. when we went to visit her, my mom would tell my cousins and aunts and uncles that her mom was fine. she was bedridden but could still speak, she could still remember everything, she only had trouble hearing. she would tell everyone that that's how strong her mother is. was.

my grandma is dead. and god i miss her. id only ever seen her 12-16 times. me and my family live in the us, but everyone else lived outside the us. traveling home costs a lot, and so we could only go once a year. but i wish we went more. i wish i talked to her more. i wish i sat with her more. i wish she was still alive.

my grandmother is dead.