2023 Is A Year I Will Never Forget.

Same sis. Same

Watching Bellarke edits from 2016 where we thought they would be canon and making myself cry>>>>>

The grief of an ancient heart.

I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.

But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.

—The Solivagant.

If someone ever ask you about something you do, you think or you believe in, be polite, and make sure that person will not treat you wrongly just because they dont agree with you.

Don't let your acts, your opinions or beliefs be underestimated or belittle.

*cries uglily while wraps herself in her blanket, cries more and plays "Sandman" by Ed Sheeran*

hadestown (2019) // the sandman (2022-)

“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:

Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.

Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.

Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.

I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.

Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.

I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:

That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.

Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.

So here it is. Use it wisely.

—The Solivagant.

If I find one like that, im getting married.

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I’m just really curios how many of us there are on tumblr, but if you’re still not convinced then do it for science

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter One.

The funeral was everything you'd expect from a funeral: mournful, cold, and... empty.

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Where, after her father's death, Esther goes to Fawney Rig, with dire plans for destiny.

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read here on ao3.

Well, I just wanted to make this edits and do all the presentation cause writer that does not do details, is no writer.

Or that's just me?

Anyway, here is the link to the first chapter. The 7th one is up, already. Get ready js.