Sorry, I'll Be Back Later *gets Gently Stirred And Dissolves In A Glass Of Hot Water*

sorry, I'll be back later *gets gently stirred and dissolves in a glass of hot water*

saying ‘i love you’ without saying ‘i love you’ dialogue prompts

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “to me, you are perfect.”

♡ "don't you realise? you are my world."

♡ "you brought me back to life."

♡ "the only way i know how to describe what i feel around you is home. i feel at home."

♡ "it's as if my entire life i have been sinking in a storm and you came and pulled me out."

♡ "you know i stayed for you, and frankly, i don't regret it one bit."

♡ "with the whole of my heart, i believe that together we are infinite."

♡ "i never intend on leaving you. you hear me? never."

♡ "thank you for being the shoulder i always needed, even when you hated me."

♡ "i can't live without you!"

♡ "never leave me, my heart couldn't bear it."

♡ "i've spent my whole life waiting for you."

♡ "consumed in darkness, you darling, were my light."

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

reblog to send three ghosts after elon musk

Some days I have not any spoons at all. Not one spoon. But then I see the Tremendous Pile of Shit I must do and i manipulate myself, I think so hard that spoons appear. Brittle and inconsistent but hey it's a spoon so I take advantage of that even though it's not a real spoon it's a figment-of-my-imagination spoon. Invented by my hyper weirdo brain. Some days it's easier to imagine my spoons. Or maybe I do have spoons and maybe I don't understand the analogy. Maybe I do have spoons and I can't see them. Or maybe I'm telling myself that to convince myself I have spoons.

I don't know, the spoon analogy got me thinking in depth like. Socrates shit

Tempted to write one (1) fanfiction idea. Might or might not. who knows the fate of my creativity for it is certainly not I

"I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I say as the thing inside of me eats me alive.