iloveyellowflowers
šššššš
this is where i have my mental breakdowns | they/them
38 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
handdrawnhistory
Hand Drawn History
palomaxxi-blog
paloma xxi
hacksaw-harriet
Fear Not The Darkness
eulsspectre
Total Destruction;
Total Collapse
lanfan01
Lan Fan
Text
Cobie Smulders Flannel Shirt Appreciation Post
357 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Spoiler alert, she ghosted me
Fear
I love her.
I love her, I love her, I love her,
I love her ā I canāt say that.
I canāt tell her that,
What if it scares her?
What if she leaves me?
Iām too clingy,
I love her too muchā
What if I donāt say it enough?
What if she leaves me?
I need to say it more,
She needs to know
Just how much she means to me.
She didnāt say it back the same way,
Does she love me the same?
Does she love me less?
Does she love me more?
What kind of girlfriend am I
If I donāt love her the same.
Did she only say it because I said it first?
What if she doesnāt mean itā
What if she does mean it?
Iām not deserving of her love,
Iām not worth it,
She should leave,
Before I can hurt her,
Before I run away,
Am I running away now?
Why am I like this?
Why did they make me like this?
Why canāt I just love her like a normal person?
14 notes
Ā·
View notes
Note
HOW am i meant to do that >:[
hmmmm maybe i'll just have to reveal myself
perhaps i'll do it when i send a drawing of emily which i might do
5 notes
Ā·
View notes
Note
LMAO IT IS ME I FOUND U
AHAHAH LMFAO FINALLY !!!
but can you find my main account i interact w u on
0 notes
Note
šļøšļø
oh heyyyy :))) U FOUND ME
unless this isn't u
0 notes
Text
"oh sorry, i guess i was infodumping again" - sad, shy, apologetic
"you sly dog, you got me monologuing" - cool, strong, confident
238K notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
What to do when you donāt like a fic: a step by step guide
Step 1:
186K notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Fear
I love her.
I love her, I love her, I love her,
I love her ā I canāt say that.
I canāt tell her that,
What if it scares her?
What if she leaves me?
Iām too clingy,
I love her too muchā
What if I donāt say it enough?
What if she leaves me?
I need to say it more,
She needs to know
Just how much she means to me.
She didnāt say it back the same way,
Does she love me the same?
Does she love me less?
Does she love me more?
What kind of girlfriend am I
If I donāt love her the same.
Did she only say it because I said it first?
What if she doesnāt mean itā
What if she does mean it?
Iām not deserving of her love,
Iām not worth it,
She should leave,
Before I can hurt her,
Before I run away,
Am I running away now?
Why am I like this?
Why did they make me like this?
Why canāt I just love her like a normal person?
#abandonment issues#i love my gf#its scary#poetry#free verse poetry#zinnia's poetry#free verse#poems#love#fear
14 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Solder, Poet, King.
She never wanted to be The Soldier,
She just wanted peace, justice,
It came with the burden,
The sword with a hilted blade,
Which she was forced to pick up,
They fought her, so she fought back.
She took her love,
And turned it to a strength, a weapon,
She fought against them,
With all the anger of the dead,
And despite the price she had to pray,
She won.
The Poet saw beauty,
She saw beauty in the pain,Ā
She painted hills with the blood,
But never forgot the lives of those lost,
She told the forgotten stories,
And sang the songs of the hopeful.
She saw strength in others,
But never in herself,Ā
Pain is art, she says,
Because at least then,
There will always be something to create,
Maybe she could create some ground to stand on.
Born to rule, The King,
She didnāt choose the path,
But it is the one that led her,
To the people who needed her,
Where she stepped forward,
To fill the absence of a leader.
She offered support to her people,
Back broken from the weight,
With no-one to share the burden,
But The Soldier at her command,
And The Poet by her side,
Soldier, Poet, King.
#free verse#it's been a while#i haven't written poetry in so long#this was hard#it didn't flow like usual#characterised#jennifer jareau#penelope garcia#emily prentiss#poetry#free verse poetry#i just love this song#jj is the soldier#penelope is the poet#emily is the king#hey noodel (idk what else to call you) if ur reading this hsdhfdsjhf u found me
7 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
We don't talk enough about the fact that Maria canonically draws doodles on agent's files, remember that one scene in AOS when they were reading Grant's file:
Phil: under people skills she drew... uh... I think it's uh a little poop. with knives sticking out of it.
Grant: What?
Maria: āļøš® ... āļøš (she just gave up on even trying to explain herself on the spot)
***
Bonus:
Maria: It was a porcupine. it was not a poop.
85 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
My love for her was like the ocean,
Vast and overwhelming,
Calm and beautiful,
Rough and exciting.
My love for her was like the moon,
Familiar and safe,
Light and kind,
Dark and mysterious.
My love for her was like the sun,
Warm and protective,
Bright and blinding,
Harsh and burning.
My love for her was like the stars,
Infinite and intricate,
Unique and intruiging,
Sharp and exquisite.
My love for her was as old as the universe.
And will die with the universe.
#reappearing to post this before i disappear again#this is about my ocs#might post more for them who knows#poems#free verse#poetry#zinnia answers#juniper hill#lily moore#oc stuff
8 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
i hate endings.
and no i donāt mean i hate to say goodbye.
i mean i hate soft, sappy endings.
when music is passionate and soulful throughout, and resolves with a quiet, happy chord.
when a show builds up to a big ending, and it turns out to be happily ever after.
i donāt want happily ever after.
itās not real.
i want pain, i want suffering, i want them to cry and scream and shout.
and i hate, i hate, having to end things that way.
so i donāt.
when i play music i leave it unresolved, standing up and walking away, leaving the happy ending unplayed.
the stories i write may get their happy ending, but it never lasts.
thereās always the stray bullet, sudden explosion.
so no, i suppose i donāt hate endings.
but rather happy endings.
because who gets a happy ending really?
we never get happy endings.
if you think youāve got one, then the story isnāt over yet.
#AA i hate this#i hate ending poems (surprise surprise)#it just always sounds so cringy#poems#poetry#free verse
1 note
Ā·
View note
Text
āif you are born into a burning house you are often led to believe that the whole world is on fire even though itās notā
itās a quote i hear a lot,
i hear it used in poetry, in therapy.
well my house was not- is not on fire.
it was not, is not, could never be on fire,
itās looked after and maintained, what could ever be wrong?
my house was not on fire, but it was warm,
the kind of warm that makes your skin itch and crawl,
the kind that makes you feel like you canāt breathe,
the kind that thereās no point complaining about because itās just a little heat.
the kind you canāt complain about because, thereās people whoās houses burned down from the heat,
so what right do i have?
what right do i have to feel too warm in my house with four walls and a roof,
my house that looks put together until you look too closely, or step inside,
see the paint peeling, feel the heat on your skin.
it may be warm, but itās survivable.
so what right do i have to feel like itās burning?
itās not burning.
was not, is not, could never be burning.
itās not burning.. is it?
but then why do i smell smoke all the time?
why do i see flames from the corner of my eyes, that disappears when you move?
why do i feel like i canāt breathe from the smoke creeping through my lungs?
but it cannot be burning, not really, and besides,
other houses have worse fires.
so how could i complain?
#idk what this is#i was bored tbh#i like the quote tho ig#this sounds bad but#poems#poetry#free verse
2 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
i wish i was one of those people,
who have a unique outlook on life.
i wish i was one of those people,
who has others hanging onto their every word,
whoās every word is poetic,
even their breaths are poetic.
but iām not.
my outlook on life is depressing and plain,
to write takes effort and time,
my breaths are as stale and poluted as the rest of the worldās.
but maybe thereās beauty in that,
beauty in the way we find what we want and take it for ourselves,
the way we manipulate words, create them into this spiderās web of pain and joy and anger,
the way people get caught in this web, and if they get too stuck they may never get out,
doomed to live in this endless web of stories.
and maybe these are the people lost in daydreams,
that girl in the back of the class whoād rather be anywhere but here,
the boy lying in bed every night,
repeating words like magical spells in the hopes he wakes up in these stories,
these are the quiet people we never see, and the confident people you never suspect,
all seeking an escape, living through different lifetimes in books and dreams.
iām caught in this web so deep i donāt want to leave anymore,
i just want to go deeper.
#ew#i hate the ending#i rlly dk what happened here but#kinda got away from me#eh it is what it is#poems#free verse#poetry#feel like i sound cringy when i write stuff
3 notes
Ā·
View notes
Photo
The Conjuring 2 (2016) dir James Wan.
333 notes
Ā·
View notes