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One of the consequences of being a bad girl is two weekends of not being able to wear shorts out in the middle of summer. @the-blue-of-noon
Hi guys.... Ummmm, today I got my exam papers. Not all, some r still left. And I won't lie, but I did horrible. I got very bad marks out of 80 and the lowest marks I got was 53½ in social. And now I am hiding my phone from my parents as they r saying that if I use phone I will get even WORSE marks. Sooooo, yeah, maayyyybeee I won't be able to post in time. So well, I am very sorry for this. So for now, Sayonara ~
I have an idea for winstolet AU!soulmate, I'm not sure I can pull it off. It's worth a try though. With grief in half I wrote it
Thank you my friend for aid with this sketch
Violet was looking forward to her majority. When she was little, her parents told her that every person in the world has a soul mate. In that moment, when both soulmate reached adulthood, they have a marks. And here remained until her eighteenth birthday. Girl tossing and turning in bed, trying to fall asleep. She almost went to the realm of Morpheus, but the sudden pain in his hand made Violet wake up. Sitting on the bed, she glanced around at the place where a rather unpleasant burning. And at this point began to appear barely noticeable letters. It's mark. She began to glow with a pale blue glow. And her eyes were opened to the name. Winston. - W-what? – Surprised Violet, trying to digest all the information in my head. Her soulmate was none other than Winston Deavor. She expected it to be Tony. It is, of course, felt sympathy for Winston, but she even wasn't the fact that he could be her soul mate. Well, I tried. I'm not a writer Maybe something will come out of it in the future
#pen #paper #ink #marks ?
Are you… asking me about my tags? If yes, then…
#pen is for posts that are just some of my (personal) babblings#paper are poems/prose/writings that are either about me, for me, or related to me#ink is for posts that i’ve written#marks are asks that i’ve answered
sumesex naman ata di murder eh
// murder naman yata eh, hindi sex //
This is about Don’t even think about it, yes?
Hi. I’ll just be in the corner and contemplate about what I did wrong. And probably study about read between the lines? DUNNO. Good evening
@bookhay: “Nalibugan ka lang bes hahahaha”
But I think you write great?
Oh. Hi. Thanks. IDK if this is how you meant to write this compliment(?). But with that question mark at the end, I think you’re even questioning yourself if I really write great. Lol. But if you really mean it, then thanks, like seriously. Good evening
This is not a poem but this quote reminds me of you. "She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is. I think I understand her—for a moment, I presume to understand her— but then, from within this sadness, she surprises me with a brief flash of determination. Bravery, even. " – David Levithan, Every Day // I can't promise you a poem or story, but someday I'll write about you. ~k
But why do I think that the quote reminds me of you, and not of myself? Haha. Thanks anyway, K
No need to rush though, keep writing about yourself first, and of course, about him. Haha
What does your URL mean?
Do you know the band, Mayday Parade? If yes, I bet you know their song, “You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I’ll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds“.
My URL is from its lyrics, the part in the chorus that says, Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me? This like, spoke to me, or something.
Anyway, my original URL was supposed to be deafeningsilence but it was already taken so I removed the vowels instead. And I got dfnngslnc. If you know my other accounts, this was always my username.
But, at some point or years ago, I left tumblr. I deactiviated, but eventually I came back. My old URL though is not available anymore. So I added ths, which is “this” without the vowel i, and that’s how I got my URL now: thsdfnngslnc.