I Feel This - Blog Posts

That autistic / ADHD feel when you want to do… something.

Random experiment doodle

TW//Blood…

You too, huh?

IM SO SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING EDGED BY TV SHOW WRITERS LIKE AT LEAST TAKE ME TO DINNER FIRST DAMN.

the most fucked up thing ever is being obsessed w ur own oc. why do i have to make content of them why cant they just magically appear on my screen for me to reblog 200 times. fucked up and also evil

I wish I could accurately draw what I look like under my veil- the true me. I don't have the creative ability to do so and it makes me sad.

on colors and being different and not being enough for yourself

(please reblog instead of liking)

something about foreshadowing being more prominent the second time around reading a story but in a way that the meaning is changed forever and you can never view a story the same as you once did before. do you know what i mean.

Making biscuits

Gacha game: -introduces a poc character-

Fans: Finally, my time to be racist is here

I feel so alone sometimes it makes me feel sick. i've been werewolf kin since my youngest days without even knowing of this community. i'm going to be 17 soon and still no pack. i know there are others out there, there has to be, in my area i mean. i didn't mind being alone at first- finding home in the company of the wild animals and the neighborhoods cats of my last home, but now i am no longer with them. i long for a pack, others like me. i am conflicted with the want to hide and express myself at once. I need other werewolf friends. even online, i still struggle to find real communities after my main one was deserted. I live in such an area with vast nature i want to share it with someone who sees it the same way i do. sleep outside with the stars above us. Run into the wilderness after straying the human made paths feeling the thrill of almost being seen as i do alone.

“sometimes i get so caught up on being gay that i forget i’m actually bi”

- james potter

I was eating dinner and this idea came to me. I kinda want to make this into a proper comic on the tablet later, but couldn’t wait. 😅

I miss you more than I knew I would

and I hate it

because I promised myself

that I wouldn’t be that person,

the one who sits around

wondering how you are

and if you’re happy

but I couldn’t stop it and it sucks

because I wish I didn’t care.

I wish I felt nothing

but how can I feel nothing

for the person

who once made me feel everything.

MSI

I finally got it

I finally understand what everybody meant

when they would tell me that one day

I would fall in love

and I would understand what it was like

to be blatantly lost in someone.

I think it comes out of nowhere.

We don’t expect it,

it’s just there, one day

we realize that one person

can change our happiness

whether it be for the better

or for the worse

and we trust that they won’t hurt us

we just put blind trust

even though we never really know

but we don’t really care.

I think we do it for the momentary happiness

that might last a while,

maybe even forever

but we’re always slightly afraid that it will end

and we’ll go back to how we were before..

Strangers

but in the end we’re not really strangers

anymore...

MSI

<Please Don’t Break Me>

And if we ever meet again

I’ll know it’s meant to be

but for now let’s live in this happiness

because we both know it won’t last forever

even though we truly wish it did.

MSI

<Living in the Moment Was Always Our Thing>

It’s like walking through a field of flowers

wearing a white flowy dress and you’re happy

you’re picking flowers and it’s a joy so immense

nobody can stop you, you’re free but then

you hit a wall, the flowers in your hands are not there

they’re replaced by rubbish, and then you look back

and it’s no longer the field of flowers.. it’s a mess

a mess that you have no choice but to fix

so you do, you walk back

and start piecing it all together and you’re sad

you’re guilty because you created such chaos

you beat yourself up about it as you see everything;

the people you hurt, the mistakes you made,

the good ideas that were actually bad ideas

then once it’s clean you’re excited.. it’s the field again

and you’re running through it again and it’s scary

because you never know where the wall is

when you’ll be stuck looking at the mess again

but you still enjoy it, you still love the flowers..

MSI

< Bipolar Disorder In My Words >

What if I never forget you?

what if, all my life,

when I meet someone new,

I can never fall for them

because they aren’t you?

ANON

And with every word you spoke

you made me feel as though

I was the best thing to ever happen to you

yet I still laid here at night

wondering when you’d leave

because all good things leave

and you were one amazing thing

I knew I couldn’t bare to lose...

MSI

<Bittersweet Nothings>

Killing a character you don't care about:

Killing a character who genuinely love and put a lot of effort into making:

“i have a problem with letting go of things with clenching my hands like a vice and holding on despite everything it’s why i keep all my memories with me carry them in my phone, on my walls in the little box inside my closet even though it’ll always remain closed i have a hard time letting go of people, of memories that no longer ring true i clutch them like i’d be bereft without them the conversations with people i don’t speak to anymore the photos i want to pull down from my walls the memories i no longer want to recall i never allow myself to mourn i hoard them and keep them close and i just can’t seem to let go.”

— i no longer want to meet new people because i’m afraid one day all they’ll ever be are memories i want to revisit, redo, ones that i want to stay in forever and would forever regret. memories that i would never let go of, but memories, nevertheless | wt.