Me When I Find Out Who Hurt My Paras

me when i find out who hurt my paras

INFP: Listen! All I'm asking is to travel to a fantasy world of my choosing, become the MC (for plot armor reasons, I don't want to die so soon), have a cottage in the woods, commune with the highly lethal mythical creatures of the forest, meanwhile have a potions and sweets shop. Then save enough money and journey to a magical college so I can study ancient cultures and make crazy experiments.

Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

Your impetuous silence and indifference make me feel defenceless as a bird in the middle of the snow. You got away from me as you leave me with only the bits of affection I once thought it could turn to be love. I became content with your bare minimum and made it my religion. While you say I ran, we both know I just left because you became so distant I could not even see your silhouette anymore. As I was memorised by the marvellous and attractive impossibility of ours, you took the parts of me I gave you, despite all my fear and my leaning towards self-destruction, and left me standing there, without a single proper answer. As you go to parties on Friday night, I stay at home thinking of what I possibly did wrong. As you forget about me, I still replay all the conversations we had in these past four months. You gave me something to hope for, and when I have finally let myself trust this tale, you slipped through my fingers, even when I was hold on to you so badly. I held you still, not because I was obsessed, but because this thing was the one I’ve been longing for; it was just so precious for me to let go so simply. You gave me sweetness, and now you have been trying your best to keep yourself away from me that it has became so bitter. I gave it one, two, three try’s, but when one doesn’t comprehend that what it is in from of them is rare, it’s impossible to make them stay, it doesn’t matter how hard you try. I swallowed my pride and tried to quit my old habit of anticipating the bad, without knowing that, soon enough, you were going to make my worst precept reality just to prove me wrong. You came into my life in the beginning of the cold days of August, made me fall in the sunset of a September’s afternoon, slowly stopped showing in October and left as fast as you could in the end of November. And now I’m here, while you’re off with someone new.

- an infp’s first REAL heartbreak 😭

How dare you call me out like that

do you ever make memes abt ur paracosm but like u can’t even talk abt them bc no one else will get it 😭😭

writing without thinking

I’m craving to create a connection that transcends the capacity of just being human. I’m craving the small bits of softness words can offer, because I don’t want my heart to be locked by fear of misunderstanding or some sense of worthless. I feel so scared of the odds, so scared of never having this one thing I’m deeply searching for. I wish I could have a guess, a single clue, but I have nothing but my own standards and desires. Is it so wrong to want it so much? I want something discomplicated, something simple but not fragile, something that comprehends my spectrum of introspection, the solitude that lives inside my heart. It feels like I have been waiting for so long and all that I know is the broken pieces of dellusion; sometimes it feels like it is slipping away, running through my fingers like sand and I just can not hold it. I feel that I deserve so much, but my mind just can not comprehend the deepness of this constant years without just one touch, one sign of reciprocity. The blank pages I use to write on knows me so well and maybe that’s the reason why I love writing. I try to hold on to that perspective that, someday, someone will see right through me, and there will be no reason for me to hide from the unknown.