Lockdown - Tumblr Posts
Soul City
I spend my weekends tryna get you off My mind again, but I can't make it stop I'm tryna pretend I'm good, but you can tell (good but you can tell) . You're right, I shoulda text you goodnight I shoulda given more time I wish I had've known this before Now I'm replaying our goodbye But it wasn't a goodbye And I still hear you slamming the door
End of another weekend and "YouKnowMeTooWell " on repeat..
Bored..
I miss college?
I don’t really know what day of lockdown it is, i stopped keeping track a while ago.
As a sci background student who shifted to arts in college, I can confirm, that college is easier than school, anything at that level is easier than 6 hour school then 6 hour of coaching, intermediate was a nightmare filled with sleep deprivation, depression, anxiety and stress,maybe that made transition to college easier.
In quarantine, like a looser, i miss the all nighters, the sleep deprivation, the ungodly amount of caffeine, the awful food, the too chirpy in ungodly hours classmates, the really torturous classes, dumb friends who are not really close friends cuz ur in ur first semester.
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camkiskadden:
It would’ve been out for ages - the craft he’d given her. Even Sorcha’s work wasn’t forever. Noa had made it this far, though. Just a little further. Cam had waved over the dash at the sight of her: alone, slipping away from the entry nook of Dr. Jones’ closed up, blinds-drawn clinic. Leaning across the cab, he slung the passenger side open before the truck stopped, even. And he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t settle, sinking from somewhere up in the back of his throat, as the changeling hauled herself into the seat and clacked the door shut after herself. A tight u-turn, and they were gone, ripping towards the lot. Thank Christ, the Cicerone, Guide, Greater Demon below and God above and whoever else was listening and gave even half a shit.
The relief - the first he’d felt, since tearing back from the Otherrealm - hit like a brick, settling him into the driver’s seat. “Hey.” He’d sighed it out, slow, measured, eyes ticking from Noa to the street to the mirrors. Back to the street, as Cam started them down a few twists that’d dodge those checkpoints. Cracking his neck, he pointed her towards the glovebox. “Brought another ward, in there. Trade you?” Cam held out his hand for that shoulderbone charm. “I’ll take the old one, see about fixing it up.” Whatever could be done, to keep Noa as safe as she could be from - all this.
@noatwithstanding
She’d managed to hold back the tears for more than a day. They had not fallen when she climbed out the window; they had not fallen in the Starbucks, nor the library, nor any of the places in between; they had not even fallen when she’d curled into the shadow of the clinic’s door. She’d been close the whole time -- eyes glassy, lashes damp -- but her cheeks were dry.
By the time she slipped, or rather, slumped into the seat, the shield of the door closed on her other side, her cheeks were wet. It was a quiet sort of crying - no sobbing, no shaking, just intermittent sniffing and the slow trickle of tears as the fear was realized and replaced by relief. “Thank you for getting me,” the words were soft but only slightly uneven.
“Oh, uh yeah. Yeah, here.” Pulling up the left sleeve of her sweatshirt from where it covered down to her fingers revealed the first charm, the leather strap wrapped tight around her knuckles the way her grandmother had held her rosary. Carefully, she unwound it and placed it into his waiting hand, before opening the glove box to find the new one. “You d-didn’t have to do that,” he didn’t have to do any of this, really; she could only imagine how busy he was right now, but she was so grateful that he did. “Thanks.”
For a moment, there was only the sound of the engine. Noa fidgeted, tracing over the pattern of red thread. “I wanted to try and get ahead of them. Maybe keep them away from-” Cam hadn’t asked for an explanation, but she couldn’t help but give one. “And I didn’t want to be used like, like a...” She swallowed, pursed her lips. “Thank you again.”
I normally refrain from rebloging posts unrelated to MoM!Sora and The Master Report AU in order to create a small corner of Tumblr for the fandom to escape from reality. However, seeing as I am yet AGAIN under national lockdown due to people stupid enough to prance about spreading the resident super plague yet not considerate enough to drop dead, consider this my one and only irl public announcement.
The next person foolish enough to approach my immediate vicinity without a mask will be repeatedly hit with a sharpened two meter measuring stick.
I'll take this post down if the situation has improved by 2022, so it's probably here to stay.
"Life is constant movement happening in the restful space of now."
— Scott Kiloby
#nowness
Confinement - 2020
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Intimité, études - 2020
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panick attacks came back.
I should have had anatomy test last year by this time..
I hadn't.
I was ( I am) hunted by this monsters: I Can't, eventhough I try. that's what I'm feeling right now.
How am I supposed to pass, how am I supposed to survive now or tomorrow.
HOW CAN I GO THROUGH THEM AND WIN?
Tfa botbots au part 2
Wreck gar- trash compactor.
black arachnia- star cube.
Dinobots- dinosaur plushies
mixmaster- belt sander
Scrapper- power drill.
Wasp- fidget cube.
lockdown- multi-tool
Swindle- purse "designer of course."
In lockdown I learnt the meaning of escapism and have been dragging myself back to reality ever since
June 8th - a photo a day challenge People hanging out in the quai de Seine during the weekend, after the lockdown is over. Social distancing measures are still going on...
photo by @alice-apsx