Yes Yes I Want A Dagger

Yes yes I want a dagger

reblog to give a lesbian a sword, a bi girl a dagger, and a trans girl a cool gun

More silly little drawings

I am officially obsessed at this point

Me every time I see traffic lights

Vibrates on the highest fricking frequency: It's coming soon

You see their faces melting in your eyes, they twist and turn and form a big mouth with sharp, sharp teeth and it swallows you. You fall down and down and you see colors in the darkness and hear sounds in the silence and you open your eyes.

You're in a corridor. The walls are white and the floor is white and the celling is white but the corridor itself is so dark that you can't really tell if they are actually white. You stand here in the light of one lit fluorescent lamp

You see a blue door. It's blue like the sky from children books. It calls to you it wants you to open it. You don't know if you want to open it. You don't know if you should open it. But even if you wanted to, even if you should, you couldn't beacuse when you reach for the handle it isn't there. You try to grab it but there's nothing there.

You see pipes. You haven't seen them before and they are as white as the walls and celling over which thay strech in a tangle of unnecessary turns. They climb only the left side of the door and there's only a few of them but they create an almost-arch that looks so organic and natural you start to wonder if they grow in the walls choinkg this corridor like a boa snake. One of them is drippng water. You listen to the calm rithm of the corridors heartbeat and your eyelids become heavy.

You see your reflection in the puddle on the floor. You can see something is wrong but you can't tell what exatcly. Maybe it's too vibrant? Or too sharp. Too twisted and curved? A drop falls into it and a gentle wave spreads around and you can no longer see you reflection.

You start to walk. In the ocean of darkness your thoughts are louder than in the safety of the bright island but you push forward. You walk for so long you stop focusing on anything only the next step the next water drop hitting the surface of the puddle. You walk and walk and walk until you stop.

You see a blue door. It's blue like the sky from children books. It calls to you it wants you to open it. What? No! It must be a different door that's just identical to the first one. You're sure you didn't make any turns. You reach for the handle again but it isn't there.

You see pipes, the same pipes that form an almost-arch that looks organic and natural.

You see water drippng on the floor exatcly like the first time, and you see the puddle exatcly the same as the first one, and you see your reflection in the puddle, and it's wrong in the exact same way the first one was but you still can't tell in what way.

You move on faster this time. You walk quickly and the darkness swallows you and you can't see forward until you stop.

You see a blue door. It's blue. It's blue. It's blue, and it's calling you, and it wants you to open it, but the handle it isn't there. And the water drips like a heartbeat, and you run, and your steps and the heartbeat sync in harmony until you stop.

You see a blue door. You run. You see a blue door. You run. You see a blue door. You run.

You collapse. You rest your head against the door and close your eyes. You see a caleydoscope of colors, every single one exept blue. You stand up and reach for the handle. You can feel it this time. You try to open the door. It's locked. You press the handle stronger and stronger. The door gives up and you open your eyes.

There's a space behind the door. It's full of lines and points and twists and turns. The floor and the celling are not where they're suppusosed to be. Or they aren't there at all. You cling to the handle and know you can't let go beacuse if you will you will fall forward into this space. But with evert second you get dizzier and dizzier and you feel you begin to fall over. You shut the blue door.

Edit: I forgot to mention that I wrote this when I was very sick and sleep deprived and this came to my mind so I started writing. But the thing is that this is the middle of the story. There should be a beggining and an end but I was well... sleep deprived. So yes this is not the full thing. The full thing is somewhere in the depths of my mind.

Do you know this feeling when your'e so sleep deprived that you act like you were drunk or high or smth

And you can barely think and you do stupid stuff and when somebody is talking to you, you can't register what they're saying

Imagine that but like every day

Idk what's wrong with me but even when I get 8 hours of sleep I am like it

He's sowwy