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the moment you make an oc for a game your life is over you’ll be replaying it until you could run through the tutorial blindfolded just cause you miss playing pretend with your guy
![[we've All Seen The Picture, She Looks Absolutely Beautiful. And He's There.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a2d3b140cc918846037ccc236e254e36/6373a897a51e0c66-7e/s500x750/f5a5e14ef491a6dcc70086263aba7b3df677f418.jpg)
[we've all seen the picture, she looks absolutely beautiful. and he's there.]
thinking about how the fic is written in the 3rd pov, past tense of wonka and anderson and then a tragedy fell upon them. then the last chapter of it is from charlie's 1st pov, present tense; revealing that he narrated their story and that they were doomed from the start and nothing, no one could ever change it. they are already a great, big tragedy.
I have a strong believe to always do what's right
Even if it is seen as unjustifiably
My belief stems from the failures of my parents
The trauma of my sister
And the betrayals of many friends
But sometimes it's hard
It will be you against the world
And you'll doubt
If you were right at all....
I have a strong believe to always do what's right
Even if it is seen as unjustifiably
My belief stems from the failures of my parents
The trauma of my sister
And the betrayals of many friends
But sometimes it's hard
It will be you against the world
And you'll doubt
If you were right at all....
I have a strong believe to always do what's right
Even if it is seen as unjustifiably
My belief stems from the failures of my parents
The trauma of my sister
And the betrayals of many friends
But sometimes it's hard
It will be you against the world
And you'll doubt
If you were right at all....
My shoulders feel heavy with unfulfillment
My hands have been soaked in disappointments
My feet are tied up with the weight of my expectations
My head has been forced to bow down to my failures
Yet in my eyes still lies that fire
My eyes will shine even if my face is dirty
The fire of my ambition will not be absorbed by the hell fire of the world
My shoulders feel heavy with unfulfillment
My hands have been soaked in disappointments
My feet are tied up with the weight of my expectations
My head has been forced to bow down to my failures
Yet in my eyes still lies that fire
My eyes will shine even if my face is dirty
The fire of my ambition will not be absorbed by the hell fire of the world
My shoulders feel heavy with unfulfillment
My hands have been soaked in disappointments
My feet are tied up with the weight of my expectations
My head has been forced to bow down to my failures
Yet in my eyes still lies that fire
My eyes will shine even if my face is dirty
The fire of my ambition will not be absorbed by the hell fire of the world
At the ripe age of 17, I witnessed my first cruelty of being honest.
My dear, why do you continue to willingly choose the life of suffering?
If art should disturb the comforted than let my honesty be art.
Even if my way is wrong, my principles will always remain right.
Dear God, why do you continue to let the good people suffer?
Hasn't he suffered enough?
HASN'T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH?
HOW MUCH MORE MUST YOU TAKE
How much longer must I see him in agony?
At the ripe age of 17, I witnessed my first cruelty of being honest.
My dear, why do you continue to willingly choose the life of suffering?
If art should disturb the comforted than let my honesty be art.
Even if my way is wrong, my principles will always remain right.
Dear God, why do you continue to let the good people suffer?
Hasn't he suffered enough?
HASN'T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH?
HOW MUCH MORE MUST YOU TAKE
How much longer must I see him in agony?
At the ripe age of 17, I witnessed my first cruelty of being honest.
My dear, why do you continue to willingly choose the life of suffering?
If art should disturb the comforted than let my honesty be art.
Even if my way is wrong, my principles will always remain right.
Dear God, why do you continue to let the good people suffer?
Hasn't he suffered enough?
HASN'T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH?
HOW MUCH MORE MUST YOU TAKE
How much longer must I see him in agony?
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
Emptiness was soaking through my clothes
Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table
Full of books,
Full of notes
The ground was not to be seen
It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery
My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on
My eyes were searching, any option would do
My hands tried to move but it was futile
With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end
But the hollowness had already surrounded me
Taunting me, waiting for me to give in
My own memories turned against me
Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within
A solution I cannot accept
The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle
My suffering was their delight
I was in a forest perhaps
The trees were looking at me with pity
Of course, they wouldn't understand anything
Their comprehension was far beyond mine
Like everyone elses
Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness
Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny
Give up
The ambience in the room was about right
There were no tears but grief was all around
The grief for once was not reflected on their faces
Concern, anxiety, anxiousness
The worry was plastered on everyone
They became angry
How could they not do anything in such a situation?
How come this wicked tale fell upon one of their loved ones?
Then came he
He controlled the air around him with a simple frown
When he came he wasn’t frowning he was indifferent
I've always seen him indifferent
As he stood there I saw another side of him
His back was facing me but I knew already what kind of expression he was making
Taking deep breaths, taking long pauses
And sometimes some whimpering
His hands were shaking
In his hand he held a gold jewel
The jewel was frantically shaking
What caught my attention was not the whimpering but the shaking
He was devastated
He was woeful
He was crying
He was crying
The man who had already treaded into a world of misery was crying
It was as if his happy demeanor was but a forlorn husk
Even the strongest of us
Even the weakest of us
At that moment they all unleashed the tears
They all lowered their masks
The ambience in the room was about right
There were no tears but grief was all around
The grief for once was not reflected on their faces
Concern, anxiety, anxiousness
The worry was plastered on everyone
They became angry
How could they not do anything in such a situation?
How come this wicked tale fell upon one of their loved ones?
Then came he
He controlled the air around him with a simple frown
When he came he wasn’t frowning he was indifferent
I've always seen him indifferent
As he stood there I saw another side of him
His back was facing me but I knew already what kind of expression he was making
Taking deep breaths, taking long pauses
And sometimes some whimpering
His hands were shaking
In his hand he held a gold jewel
The jewel was frantically shaking
What caught my attention was not the whimpering but the shaking
He was devastated
He was woeful
He was crying
He was crying
The man who had already treaded into a world of misery was crying
It was as if his happy demeanor was but a forlorn husk
Even the strongest of us
Even the weakest of us
At that moment they all unleashed the tears
They all lowered their masks
The ambience in the room was about right
There were no tears but grief was all around
The grief for once was not reflected on their faces
Concern, anxiety, anxiousness
The worry was plastered on everyone
They became angry
How could they not do anything in such a situation?
How come this wicked tale fell upon one of their loved ones?
Then came he
He controlled the air around him with a simple frown
When he came he wasn’t frowning he was indifferent
I've always seen him indifferent
As he stood there I saw another side of him
His back was facing me but I knew already what kind of expression he was making
Taking deep breaths, taking long pauses
And sometimes some whimpering
His hands were shaking
In his hand he held a gold jewel
The jewel was frantically shaking
What caught my attention was not the whimpering but the shaking
He was devastated
He was woeful
He was crying
He was crying
The man who had already treaded into a world of misery was crying
It was as if his happy demeanor was but a forlorn husk
Even the strongest of us
Even the weakest of us
At that moment they all unleashed the tears
They all lowered their masks
i think we should all go back to carrying cheap little plastic mp3 players that look strangely edible and only hold like 200 songs