a turtle without a cause

if i touch her hand, she

pulls away, almost as if i’ve burned her and yet

i’ve learned to stroke an ember, you wait patiently

feeding her with gentle love

with kind words

with sticks and stones that don’t break bones

and

reaching out with palm face up, letting her fingers

tickle my palm lines

letting her draw the story of us with our mingled lifelines

with us.

she sleeps like a little seed sleeps under permafrost, waiting to bloom into shining light. winter winds blow, but for now, she’ll rest until spring welcomes her with renewed love. 

her footsteps are moonbeams kissing still water, the void perfectly quiet as her exhale fosters creations into the air. terrifying creatures from away, but have hearts made of flame.

the water ripples as she walks, ever slow, ever sure as darkness claims the earth as the sun sleeps.

trees trail behind her, swallowing her path as dragons search the nothingness to help find new land for somethingness. 

(somethingness can only come from nothingness)

OH THAT’S SO AMAZING. GO TO BED MY LOVE

THAT IS SO CUTE.

i need fanart of this asap please

or fic 

@alya-bug!!!!!

oh this is so wonderful! i too live in the middle of nowhere and I love to drive out and go stargazing :) 

do you make wishes on shooting stars?

sora deserves all the love and good things. LOOK AT HIS HAPPINESS.

that sound so good? like a mcflurry is so bomb. 

yum yum yum.

awwww! that’s so cute. i’m glad she was a good sport :) 

I LOVE CATS ON CATNIP!!! IT’S THE BEST

omg anon, that’s so sweet! I hope you have an amazing time on break! and have fun making homemade gifts, that’s so sweet! 

hi anon! i’m not sure if i reblogged something, but I’ve been in a relationship for almost the last six years…so, i’m not sure how you came about that? I just don’t talk about my boyfriend too often on my blog, but Mr. Turtle is around! BUT i don’t mind answering your question regardless! 

ALSO FOR NEEDING ADVICE ABOUT DATING PEOPLE DESPITE YOU MIGHT NOT BE THE MOST EXPERIENCED PERSON, I GOT YOU. like literally, i got you. hit me up anytime and I can help you strategize and flirt and what not. lord knows I already do it for SOME PEOPLE ON THIS WEBSITE (you know exactly who you are) 

anyway, first and foremost: hey, it’s okay to be lonely. that’s totally normal sometimes when you are interested in people and want that type of companionship in your life. and it sucks balls when you don’t get that kind of companionship when you think everyone else is. 

(real quick, here is a tl;dr poem thing about how he and i met.)

i started dating Mr. Turtle a week after my 20th birthday. He’s currently my third boyfriend and we’ve been together for about 20% of my life thus far. But, at first, I was not interested in him. What so ever. 

Having been in love twice before in high school and had my heart broken twice, as a result, I wasn’t looking for love per say, but I met him in summer school my second year of college. we both had the same japanese class and lived in the same apartment complex not far from campus. but because i went to school in the middle of the damn desert, I decided to drive to school that day and it was super, super hot outside so i offered to drive him home. 

when i first met mr. turtle, i thought he was this weird kid who wore a stupid beanie and sweatshirt in the middle of summer who was super standoffish. i didn’t really like talking to him at all. 

we met again a few months later in fall because he and i partied in the same circles with the international students. slowly by seeing him every weekend, I was seeing him as less of a dick, but he still had stupid hair that covered up his whole face and I wasn’t attracted to him.

now, i like to preface this by saying that at this point, i was thinking he and i could be good friends because he was really smart and we were in the same major at the time and had a few classes together. he was also really good at philosophy, his other major, and i needed help with homework. 

and on one fateful day he was supposed to help me with my essay, i met him at the local dining hall, and lo and behold, there was mr. turtle. with a new haircut. 

i could see his face.he actually had a handsome face?!?!

i asked if i could touch his hair and that, my friend, was the shift in our relationship lmao (i swear, he loves to tell this story to embarrass me, but truly, he had the world’s dumbest haircut prior to fateful haircut day)

after that point, i had begun to see him in this handsome light because while i liked him enough as a person, i wasn’t that attracted to him, but then I could really see his smile and his eyes and I was like oh. 

we began talking more and chatting. he’d send me pictures of his sister’s rings because they were like the ones i wore and we would start to plan when we would go to the parties together. 

as a joke one night, he called me wifey which made me go “!!!!!” because oh shit, i wasn’t his wifey, let alone his girlfriend, but i’m not sure what we betted on, but i lost the bet and i told him I would make him food. 

at this point, i super liked this dweeb and i felt dumb and it was awful, but you know what? I wasn’t gonna let that stop me! THIS WAS IT. THIS WAS MY TIME. 

so, i made the world’s spiciest bean soup. AND I AM TALKING THERE WERE BEANS IN THIS SOUP. ALMOST MORE BEANS THAT BROTH AND LOTS OF SIRACHARA. IT WAS AN ANGRY RED AND i marched my way to his apartment and I gave him the soup and he was going to walk inside and just as he was walking away, 

i stopped him. with “wait! hold on! I have to tell you something.” 

he turned to me, carrying my pot of infamous bean soup, “i figured, what is it?”

“i–i–I really like you and um, you don’t have to say anything back, but yeah.” 

and he acknowledged my confession and went on his merry way. 

but i wasn’t rejected outright because we kept talking and talking (i guess his roommate told him to go for it because look, i’m the girl who made bean soup) 

and a couple nights before my 20th birthday i was out with my sorority sisters and he asked if he could walk me home. which he did when i got the front of my apartment complex and he came inside and we hung out and talked on my balcony in late winter. we also jumped over my first-floor balcony and laughed and had fun and we fell asleep on my couch with his head on my lap. 

he came to my surprise party that i knew about (i had invited him myself) and on my actual birthday when i was hungover as shit, he asked me if wanted to go to to dinner and i said sure, but i was going to go to mass first lmao because my birthday fell on a sunday. (he had never been to mass in english before and he knew none of the prayers lol)

so, yeah, our first date was at church where i fell asleep on his shoulder and we later got pho. and he came back to my apartment and he almost kissed me, but then he asked to spend the night and we fell asleep with our clothes on with my buddha fairy lights like super death cuddling (oh god, it was awful)

a week later he asked me out a date date after he spent almost every night at my house and after a wonderful conversation about death over pizza, he later asked me to be his girlfriend and we have been together ever since. 

but the morals of the story are: 1) sometimes look at people a little differently, if you only see them as a friend, that’s all you’ll ever see them. you don’t have to fall magically in love with them, but at least think on it. you could be surprised just like how he and i have been. 2) IF YOU LIKE SOMEONE, TELL THEM. the confession is most likely going to be dumb, but once someone knows you think about them differently, that might make them see you different too. 3) don’t waste your time on someone who won’t seem like a good friend. if you can’t be friends with someone, don’t date them. 4) it’s going to be awkward and weird and different, but also fun and exciting. just roll with it. don’t think too much about it. and most importantly, 5) LOVE DOESN’T HAPPEN IF YOU STAY ON THE SIDELINES, look at people differently, smile at people, be friendly, make that shit happen. it’s going to be scary and hard, but the best way to change one’s relationship status is to be the change you want to be. 

bonus: you can try to set things up by say flirting or being more opened minded, but the more you try to force love, the less likely it will happen. just have fun and meet people you’d like to meet. once you’re able to be comfortable and be friends, love blooms really easily, i find. 

but yes, this how mr. turtle and i came to be. it was awkward and dumb and lame, but it will be six years in march and i love him very much. he’s my rock and makes me very happy.

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. //part one

It is the suddenness of the moment that scares him, makes his heart beat fast and his tongue tied. It’s not the first time either when his eyes drift away from her and fall to gaze at her lips. Pretty and perfect, rounding out to a smile made of starlight and Adrien–Adrien–

“Adrien?” Marinette questions. “Are you even listening to me?” 

(no)

“Uh, y-yeah….?” 

She rolls her eyes, bluer than the sky and smiles wide. “Sure, of course, you were.” 

He swallows, his mouth dry and heart full. He never knew perfection could exist in a girl so small, but who shines so brightly and– 

(he takes a step forward, leaning closer)

Marinette stills and he can see the freckles in her eyes, the way icy blue mingles with the sky. She gingerly touches his arm and a jolt goes straight to his heart, giving him wings and he can

fly.

Like he does with Ladybug.

(he doesn’t realize this, but he’s leaned in even further, his mouth just inches from hers and Marinette is positive she’s died and gone to heaven. she stands on her tip toes, her fingers curling around his shirt.)

Like with Ladybug, who he loves and cherishes and loves and loves and loves and kissed her once without remembering and has dreamed of her since he met her, has loved her because of destiny. 

Adrien loves Ladybug, he repeats to himself. A mantra, a saying, something that is as easy as breathing and yet 

(why does it feel like he can’t breathe? like there is a lie in the truth and a truth in the lie?)

Adrien jerks away, automatically running a hand through his hair and glances away. The distance between them leaves him feeling cold. “I–I’m sorry, Marinette. I don’t know what got over me.”

He ignores the way her smile wobbles as her arms cross her chest and fingers drum an irregular beat. “Yeah, no. It’s fine,” she says. “You…you okay?” 

(he feels so cold. so, so, so cold.)

(she feels even colder.)

Lead drops into his stomach as looks at her, careful to gaze over her shoulder instead of her face. “Yep. Just…yeah. Thanks for being a good friend.”

Marinette smiles tight and nods her head. “Yeah, of course, any…time.” 

(the distance stretches miles between them, a moment that tries to come back, but doesn’t. can’t, can’t, can’t when Adrien loves Ladybug.)

if only he knew the whole truth. 

if only, if only

omg of course sweetheart! i’m never going anywhere! unless maybe to the moon

omg alyse i never want to lose you either!!!!!!!! i love you!

^this anon is super awesome