describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.
“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”
Originally posted by heyitsfayth
At some point I started looking at the ground more than the sky At some point I’ve gotten scared of people’s eyes I hold out my hand, But no one holds it.
i'm making a permanent starter call (mutuals only) because i'm an anxious little shit and it's hard knowing who i can just throw threads at
//3 & 11~!
meme; accepting3: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?11: If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?
“That first one’s real easy! I would’ve loved to be an astrophysicist! They study all kinds of amazing things that happen in space, like stellar dynamics, galaxy formation,magnetohydrodynamics, structure of matter in the universe, origin of cosmic rays--” They abruptly cut themself off, as if suddenly realizing something.
“Wow, I got way off, haha. Sorry. Anyways, as for that second one...”
“... I guess mistakes hurt, y’know? I don’t like making them. And sometimes, they make you look really dumb. Besides... Failure isn’t something people like to applaud. I guess... Well... I guess another reason could be that some mistakes are fatal. You can’t learn or come back from those. I mean...”
“I would know that, right?”
(for the most recent meme) callisto, if you're taking that scientist to see the stars, make sure you point out the correct constellations, the ones i taught you. okay?
send anons as one of my muse’s parents; accepting
“Dad? Is that really you?” He must’ve not had a lot of time. Now wasn’t the time for stupid questions!
“Y-Yeah, I’ll do that! I promise! I mean, he probably knows them already–but maybe he doesn’t remember! I’ll tell him all the stories about them, too, and… And I’ll get a new telescope too, ‘cause, I…” They couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Ours got broken. But I mean, that’s okay!” It didn’t matter that they were dead; they’d find a way to keep the promise. They had to.
Writing Room in the Tower at Sissinghurst Castle, Kent, England
where the personal books of Vita Sackville-West are stored
by John Hammond
If you haven’t yet explored this full 8888 X 5000 Pluto shot, check it out here.
Credit: NASA/JHUAPL/SwRI
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
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