UpWritingAllNight
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UpWritingAllNight
welcome to my profile! :)
welcome to my profile! :)
welcome to my profile! :)
imagine if you could see
what someone was feeling
what someone has felt.
turn towards your left,
and there’s someone who’s blue
a tangled mess of sapphire webs
and you would know:
that is sadness.
turn towards your right,
and there’s someone who’s green
a chaotic collage of emerald shards
and you would know:
that is envy.
glance behind you,
and there’s someone who’s yellow
a jumbling, wiggl...
have you ever wondered
where do broken hearts go?
after they’ve been dropped and crushed?
where do broken hearts go?
when there’s nowhere to go?
where do broken hearts go?
when the pieces are too small?
where do they go?
where do they go?
do they go to the land of broken hearts?
or does an old witch keep them in a jar?
is it eaten as a dragon’s breakfast?
or perhaps stolen by an elf?
wel...
i love him
the way he makes me smile and laugh
even when the sky is stormy
or when the seas are in turmoil
i hate him
the way i depend on him so much
and how much i value his thoughts
though he doesn’t notice me
i don’t care
despite that dopey grin and annoying face
it doesn’t matter what i do
or who i pretend to be, it’s hopeless
i love him
i hate him
i don’t care....
i am not exactly sure why
but i trusted you
not with my life but with my secrets
which debatably mattered more
i can’t remember what i was thinking
when i believed you
i must’ve been quite the fool
to fall for your sad little tricks
i don’t recall what happened there
but now i know you
the real you, not the one you show first
so i can’t be manipulated any longer
the trust was once there
but no...
the gods were crying
raindrops sliding from the cloud like tears
tears that never stopped
these very tears drowned the people
the rumbling of thunder turning into the
roars of anger from them
do you know what it's like
to have desperation and fury blended
together until there's no line
well, now you do....
IN WHICH A PRINCESS HAS TO TURN TO… QUESTIONABLE MEANS TO TAKE BACK HER KINGDOM
or
IN WHICH WREN HAS NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT SHE’S DOING
(oh and her hot best friend is there)
(he has no clue either)
Florence Li hates her name.
Who names their kid Florence, of all names? Like, it sounds like some perfume scent. Also, it was kind of ironic, ‘cause she was allergic to pollen. Her eyes would ge...
dior perfume and
versace dress
with chanel earrings
louis vuitton bag
sparkly gucci shoes
and hermès scarves
bottega veneta shirt
armani tie
bvlgari watches
bracelet from prada
YSL makeup palette
burberry backpack
but what use is all this
when it means nothing?
i’m telling a story
but nobody cares
i’m sharing some tales
but nobody listens
losing car keys and
forgetting names
can’t slow down o...