I am so sorry, you guys. My formatives are starting tomorrow and I won’t be able to post for a week or so. But I’ll be back in sometime so..!
You’re sitting at a table, your hands lying in your lap. Your head’s bobbing to music playing in your earphones and a small smile’s playing peek a boo on your face. One second it’s there, and the next it’s not. You’re short, just a few inches taller than me. Your ensemble’s black, pitch black, just a hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. You’re terribly thin, but still slightly muscled. Your shoulders and neck are tense, you’re prepared for any surprise attacks. You keep looking over your shoulder and you shouldn’t. You’re safe, but I don’t think you know that. You must have gone through something terrible but you shouldn’t have. No one ever should. Read More
So, this is my second time being nominated for the Liebster Award and I’d like to thank Unbroken Reverie for tagging me. Everyone go check out her blog, she’s honestly amazing.
So, basically the rules for this are:
- Thank the who nominated you and link back to them.
- Nominate upto 11 other bloggers to receive the coveted award.
- Answer 11 questions from the blogger who nominated you.
- Tell your readers 11 random facts about yourself.
- Give your nominees 11 questions to answer on their blogs when they post their nomination.
“I am five minutes away from saying fuck it and setting it on fire.”
“I’m already bloody there.” Read More
I love you.
She smiles as the lie passes through her lips, a bright smile that she’s mastered over the years. She looks into her eyes and she can tell she knows she’s lying, she knows but she won’t say. She won’t call her out on it because that’s the kind of person she is, but she can almost hear her heart breaking. Her smile drops a little, but not enough to be obvious. To the surrounding people, they look like a happy couple, awash in the new romance but that couldn’t be any further away from the truth. Read More
“I can’t do this.”
His voice cracks on the word do and his heart is breaking.
“No, please. Don’t say that. I am so sorry. It was-It was a mistake.”
“You’re making this unnecessarily harder.” He reaches behind him, moving to the side, swinging the door open.”You need to leave.”
He couldn’t believe this was ending over something so trivial, so stupid.”No, please. She didn’t mean anything. Not compared to you.”
His eyes squeeze shut. His voice rings out, colder than he‘s ever heard it,”That’s what they all say. At least come up with a better excuse. Just leave.”
He sounds exhausted, weary.”Please. One chance. That’s all I am asking for. One more chance.”
He can’t help but inject some hope into his words, desperate to try anything.”I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll even go to one of your bor-wonderful art exhibitions. Just, please.”
He shakes his head, his eyelids low.”I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you ever again. I don’t know if you’re lying or not. She told me about you, the guilt killing her. What about you, huh? Did you even feel bad about what you did? Any remorse? Anything?”
He sighs in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air.”Oh my god, it was just one episode of Game of Thrones, seriously.”
It’s Pride Month, y’all and in honour of it, I shall post an lGBTQIAP+ post as often as I can. I hope you guys like them!