2 Am Thoughts - Blog Posts

How do you think Detective Conan will end? Because i can’t see an end unless it’s a main character death.

I just don’t know how it’ll end. The things Conan experienced (I’m going with Conan and shinichi as different people) are different from shinichi, shinichi was confident in the media, well know and popular.

Meanwhile Conan tries to stay hidden (unless it comes to Kìd) but even then he uses a different name he looks different which means he’s hidden but he still gets caught up in murder cases and in the end it will come down to a final war.

The final war is something I’ve speculated about a lot but i can’t see a good ending unless shinichi or Conan dies (mainly shinichi) idk how to explain it but i don’t see Ran and Shinichi ending up together anymore.

Conan has become her little brother over the past half year and he’s struggled with his identities multiple times like calling Ran née-Chan instead of Ran when he’s shinichi. And the same when he’s Conan.

In the end i just know there isn’t going to be a good ending bc if none of them die, no one is gonna be able to pretend Conan just moved back to America (especially the detective boys) Conan won’t be able to call every week when he’s Shinichi it’s just too complicated and in the end Ran is either gonna lose her little brother or the love of her life

Btw i wrote this at 2 AM so yeah kinda just rambling my thoughts out on tumblr

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was going through my drafts and i found this

You know, if you think about it a little strangely, then inviting a romance-repulsed aromantic to a wedding is a bit like inviting a nun to an orgy.

It’s just gonna end up with a bunch of people having a good time while getting stared at by a confused, horrified person who has no idea what is even happening or why everyone is so happy about it.

I tell myself to sleep, but I don't.

Also tweening is much harder than I thought but I am trying :3

I'm also working on the requests in my inbox :>

It's 2 am, I seriously need to sleep.

When you left, I thought part of me died. No part of me died when you came back and ripped my heart out like it was nothing, like you felt nothing.

I thought I knew what love was.  Love was sitting in my health class sophomore year. Love wouldn't date me until one of us could drive a car. Love played lacrosse and was a goalie, we bonded over that. Then college came 2 years later, and love left as quickly as it came.  Love became constant fights about pointless things. Love became jealous and controlling. Love ended at roughly 11:30 pm on a Tuesday night. Turns out I didn't know what love was. A month later, love's ugly cousin loneliness came in disguised as love. Loneliness was a scrawny blonde who tried to be "country". Loneliness couldn't play sports, but I was okay with that as long as I wasn't alone. Loneliness became an on and off relationship that I couldn't let go of because it had love's fond embrace. I used loneliness as an excuse to date. Loneliness left on Mother's Day around 11:30 AM, and I went to the store because I didn't know why I was so sad that loneliness, the one I had been begging myself to leave, was gone. Turns out, love also went to the store that day. Love had also just gotten out of a long term relationship. Love had texted me a few days prior to make fun of me because that was what love had done when we were friends in the past. This love was different than the love that sat in sophomore year health class. This love was sporadic 45 minute conversations in the most random places. This love popped up when I needed it the most at any point in my life. This love accepted me for who I am. Love has a fast car, and a motorcycle. Love knows I like to play with my hair. Love knows I don't get out much, but love is ok with that because he brings me to the most beautiful places. But between you and me, I don't care where this love takes me, because, I know what love is, and he treats me the right way and has the most beautiful hazel eyes and the cutest dimples I've ever seen. I know what love is because he sleeps next to me (almost) every night. I know what love is and he is the most authentic man I have ever met.

Love is in my thoughts 

Love isn’t a lie. It’s something that can mask just how unhappy you really are while saying you are the happiest you’ve ever been.

After I broke up with him

I can compare your love to a summer breeze. One day it is there, the next, gone. Without a trace, a smooth denial in its place. Well practiced. Well sounded. Not a fault in your tone. I rather burn without your coolness, I do not need your ice in my bones.

You are only a temporary love

The shower is the only place I don’t crave your touch. The warmth of the water is the only thing that reminds me of your body on mine.

I miss you

“I love you.” The only thing I’m absolutely sure of in this messed up world. And I hope the same doesn’t hold true for you because the light in your eyes is too bright to be dimmed by falling victim to this thing called love.

It has destroyed so many

Your touch is like electricity on my skin. I jolt at the feeling of your hand on my back. It makes me feel both safe and completely vulnerable at the same time, and I crave it when we are together.

You are my drug

Our late night conversations show me who you really are. You aren't just the tough boy that I've come to love, you are a hopeless romantic deep down. And when it's 2 am and we both can't sleep we show each other just how much we truly love each other.

I think I'm in love

My worst nightmare is waking up to you not next to me. That you will fall out of love. That all of the little things I do will start to annoy you. My worst nightmare is being there when you kiss another girl. That everything about us was a lie. My worst nightmare is watching you walk out on what we had.

Losing you is my biggest fear

I feel the safest when I'm wrapped up in your arms. The comedy show is just a background noise to the sound of your heart beat as I lay my head on your chest. Your arms feel so strong and your breaths remind that this is real. That I am here and you are with me, and that you are the one who makes me feel safe.

I spent the whole day with you

I don't know what happened for fate, or destiny, or maybe just sheer coincidence, to push us together, but I have a feeling that whatever happens from here will only strengthen the nonexistent bond that we have yet to form.

Inside the Artist #4

Maybe it was just the lighting with the trees and the half hidden sun, but I swear, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And you wanted to sit next to me. Unbelievable.

Inside the Artist #3

    I want to see the world through your eyes. I want to know what it is like to be unnoticed, to know how the wind can feel without running through it. I want to see how you see me, not as what everyone wants me to be, but just as I am. Just as me.

Inside the Artist #2

Did I ever matter to you? Or was I just the end game? A prize? I went into this relationship thinking I'd feel more loved than used.

I guess I was wrong about a lot of things

Your eyes are the sky. Your voice is the earth. And your hug is what keeps me grounded.

Before you left

I put it to my head and pulled the trigger. I should have listened when they said love was a dangerous thing.

Love is a different death

She wasn’t used to all the attention. So when she felt she was safe to open up, she felt like she was suffocating those around her. And when she felt that she did enough damage, she became quiet. A ghost of herself, to scared to keep talking in fear of losing the ones she became so attached to.

I'm the girl. I'm the ghost.

You help me see the world in color.

Before, it was all black and white

In the dead of night, I can only find you. So I’m left to wonder, When it’s 2 am and you can’t sleep, Do you think of me too?

I hope you do

Do you like me? I have to tell you I'm oblivious to anything flirting you might be doing. Even with all the conversations and our inability to stop talking until the odd hours of night I'm still wondering. Do you feel the same way I do? Or am I just overthinking and analyzing everything I shouldn't be?

When we can't end our calls

Someone once told me to stay away from boys with cute smiles because they are the ones that can hurt you the most.

 2 AM Thoughts

"I guess we were in the same story, but not on the same page."

- 2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

"Everything I let go of to forget you came back the second you said 'hey'."

-2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-Writing)

Seeing you only hurts when your eyes can't meet mine.

2 AM Thoughts (Via. Wounded-Writing)