Like Me - Tumblr Posts
" I love you, it's ruining my life "₊⊹ - ttpd
I love you, but you're ruining my life.
You don't understand, do you? Every day I wake up with your name in my head, and every night I close my eyes hoping that you think of me, even just for a moment. But I know that’s not the case. I know that, to you, I’m just a small part of your day, while you are my whole world.
Do you remember when we met? I do, every little detail. The way you smiled, the way you looked at me, like I was the only person in the world for just a second. But that second is gone. And now I’m here, stuck in this limbo, torn between wanting you so badly and knowing that I’ll never truly have you.
There are days when I convince myself that maybe you’re distant because you're busy, that you have other things on your mind. But then I realize, if you really wanted me, you’d find the time. And yet, here I am, waiting for a message from you that never comes, while I crumble slowly, piece by piece.
Every time we talk, I try to be happy, to make you laugh, to show you the best parts of me, hoping that one day you might love me the way I love you. But every smile I get from you hurts, because deep down I know I’m just a shadow to you. And I feel so stupid. Stupid because I can’t stop. Stupid because I love you so much, even though I know it’s destroying me.
I look at myself in the mirror, and sometimes I don’t even recognize who I am anymore. Where have I gone? Where’s that girl who once had dreams, hopes, plans? Now, it feels like the only thing I want is a small piece of you, even though I know that piece will never be enough. It never is.
I wish I could tell you all of this. I wish I could scream at you how much you’re hurting me, how you’re breaking me slowly. But I’m scared. I’m scared that if I do, you’ll leave for good. And then, there really would be nothing left of me.
I love you, and it’s the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. But I can’t stop. I can’t let you go, even though I know that every day, I’m losing myself more and more.
And you know what the worst part is? I’m not even mad at you. I’m mad at myself because I let you do this to me. Because, despite everything, I still hope that one day you’ll see me for who I really am. But that day will never come.
I love you, even if you’re ruining my life.
" Who gonna hold you? Me. Who gonna know you? Me. " - TTPD
That night, the air was freezing, and the silence wrapped around everything. I walked alone, hearing only the echo of my own footsteps. Every corner of the street seemed farther away, darker, as if the entire world was slipping away from me. Inside, there was an emptiness I couldn’t fill, an invisible weight I’d been carrying for too long. I had learned to live with that feeling, pretending to be strong, pretending I didn’t need anyone. But that night... that night was different.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. My heart jumped to my throat, and for a moment, I feared I was even more alone than I had thought, abandoned even by my own shadow. But then I felt a hand brushing against mine—warm, reassuring—and my breath caught. I turned around, and there he was. Him. Always him.
He stood there, like he had always been there. There were no words between us; there never really were, because we didn’t need them. His eyes, deep and full of something I couldn’t quite understand, looked at me as if I was the only person in the world. My heart began to beat faster, that feeling of safety, of being truly seen, after so long.
"Who will be here when the world lets you go?" His voice was a whisper, but every word seemed to fill the space around us.
I swallowed, feeling the knot in my throat slowly loosen. "You," I answered. My voice trembled, but I was sure. He had always been there, through the hardest moments, even when I didn’t deserve it. He was always there.
"Who really knows you, even when you no longer know who you are?"
His gaze pierced through me, as if he could see beyond every mask, every shield I had built over time.
"You," I said again, more confident this time. Because it was true. He was the only person who had never stopped seeing me, even when I could no longer recognize myself in the mirror. He was the one who could read between the lines of my silences, my fears, everything I couldn’t say.
He held my hand, and suddenly, the cold I had felt just moments before disappeared. The emptiness inside me shrank, as if it had been replaced by something warm, something real.
We walked together, without speaking. There was a strange peace, as if in that silence, I had everything I needed. I didn’t have to explain myself, I didn’t have to justify anything. He was there, and that was enough. The world could keep falling apart around us, I could keep feeling lost, but with him beside me, I knew I would never truly fall.
“Why are you always here?” I finally asked, breaking the silence with my soft, almost imperceptible voice. I don’t know why I was asking him just then. Maybe I needed to hear him say it, once and for all.
He stopped and looked at me, with those eyes that seemed to hold all the missing pieces of me. “Because you’re you,” he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
And in that moment, I understood. It didn’t matter how hard the road was, how many times I stumbled or doubted myself. He would be there, always. Not because he had to, not because I had asked him to, but simply because he wanted to be.
We started walking again, my heart lighter, my thoughts less heavy. And, for the first time in a long while, I felt that everything would be okay. Not because the world would change, but because, no matter what happened, he would be there. Always him. Always us.
Forget your zodiac sign, tell me your parent’s and siblings zodiac signs so I can have a clear understanding of the astrological MESS you were raised in
Unfinished
You're right, I know you're right, but I can't help but wish he had the fighting spirit in him again. I absolutely hate it. I wish I didn't feel this way, but I just do... “Don't you remember how much Lewis cried after seeing how badly burned Daniels' hands were after he got mad at Brook? Do you really think he would be happy being like that again? Unable to control himself and hurting his friends? The next day, the cafe was back in full swing and customers flowed in. Lewis hummed softly as he served people happily. He placed a plate and a milkshake glass filled to the top on a table. “So you ordered the hot chocolate cake with a vanilla frosting milkshake, right?” He asked the young male skeleton softly.
The male smirked softly. “Yeah, but I was wondering if you can sit with me cutie?~” He flirted with Lewis, who blushed and laughed.
“Sorry, but no. I’m not only busy right now, but I have a date in a few weeks. I hope you enjoy!” He went to walk away when his wrist was grabbed. He turned back around and tried not to act scared.
“Come on, why not? It’s not like you’re married or anything.” The male tugged on his arm while Lewis pulled away. He backed away out of arm's reach.
“No means no sir, I’m sorry.” Lewis sped walked away and sighed. He rubbed his wrist absent mindedly.
“... That happens a lot Lewis… Are you alright?” Manny asked him softly as he cleaned out some shot glasses. Lewis sighed as he sat down on the bar.
“Stuff like that has been happening since I was 14 when I first started helping my parents in there restaurant. I… Kinda got used to being grabbed at…” He folded his arms on the counter and laid his head on it. “I mean, I’ve been through a lot worse than a little bit of grabbing, so it’s not that bad…” It was said ever so quietly, Manny almost thought Lewis was talking to himself. The older skeleton sighed and put down the glass he was cleaning.
“You shouldn’t be used to something like that… And if you need to take a break, you can.” He told him in his softest voice. Lewis sighed and hugged himself a bit.
“I don’t need a break, I’m fine…” He said softly. A Fruit Tingle was passed to him, making him blush. The drink is in a nice glass, the colors blue and purple swirling together. “M-Manny you know I don’t-”
“It’s alcohol free, so just drink it…” Manny grumbled under his breath. He went back to cleaning the glasses as Lewis sipped on his drink quietly. He watched as the colors blue and purple swirl together and smiled softly in his eyes.
Manolo sat next to Lewis since the day was slow. “Are you alright?” He asked him softly.
Lewis nodded softly at Manolo. “I’m alright, he just grabbed my wrist and got a little creepy.” Manolo clenched one of his boney hands and held Lewis’s hand with the other.
“I’m glad you’re alright, you just sit here and calm down, and I’ll take over your tables for a bit, ok?” Manolo got back up and went to work serving people, looking over at Lewis every now and again. He sighed softly as he watched him sip his drink.
“Estas bien amigo?” Joaquin asked his friend softly. Manolo sat next to him since the cafe was in a lull and groaned.
“No, Lewis le dijo a Manny que está "acostumbrado" a que lo atrapen. ¿Con qué tipo de animales tenía que estar para estar acostumbrado a ese tipo de trato? ¡¿Qué JOVEN era cuando la gente empezó a agarrarlo como si fuera un juguete sexual?!” Manolo’s voice got a bit louder in anger, not loud enough to be heard by anyone other than Joaquin, but just enough for his anger to be properly conveyed. The burning hatred he felt in his very soul caused his orange eyes to flash green. He looked shocked for a moment and rubbed his face, groaning into his hands. “Yo solo... Pensar en eso me enoja tanto, y puedo decir que le duele en el fondo pero... Realmente ya no reacciona. Después de obtener algo de la fuerza vital de ese demonio, se ha vuelto mucho más tranquilo, más difícil de irritar. Ojalá volviera a tener temperamento, estoy harto de verlo asustado en lugar de enojado. La única vez que realmente se defiende es cuando la gente le agarra el trasero o el pecho.” He explained softly.
Joaquin looked shocked at what Manolo said. “¿No recuerdas cuánto lloró Lewis después de ver lo gravemente quemadas que estaban las manos de Daniels después de que se enojó con Brook? ¿De verdad crees que estaría feliz de volver a ser así? ¿Incapaz de controlarse y lastimando a sus amigos?” He asked his best friend gently. He watched as Manolo side and rubbed the back of his skull.
“Para ser completamente honesto? Si eso significa que se defiende cuando lo agarran, entonces sí.” The raven haired skeleton confessed with a quiet and shame ridden voice. Joaquin sighed and sipped on his drink.
“Manolo, no deberías decir algo así... No está mal que pienses así, estoy de acuerdo en que se ha vuelto un poco pasivo, pero aun así...” He reprimanded him softly. Manolo glared at him a bit, but sighed and rubbed his boney cheek.
“Tienes razón, sé que tienes razón, pero no puedo evitar desear que volviera a tener el espíritu de lucha en él. Lo odio absolutamente. Ojalá no me sintiera así, pero lo siento…” Manolo explained softly. He watched as Lewis got back up after finishing his drink and got back to work. He sighed and got up. He walked away, waving bye to Joaquin and got back to work, taking orders and bringing people their food. He hummed softly as he served people food, lost in his own thoughts. He didn’t notice someone sticking out their leg and he tripped over it. He dropped his tray full of drinks and fell to the ground.
“Haha! See, I told you I could do it!” The skeleton was completely bald, wearing a beanie, a black shirt, and skinny jeans. Manolo rolled his eyes and got off the floor.
“Sir, you really shouldn’t do that…” He smiled as a deadbeat handed him a dust pan and broom. He began to sweep up the mess made.
(Translations in order of appearance of words:
Are you OK, friend?
No, Lewis told Manny that he's "used" to getting grabbed. What kind of animals did he have to be around to be used to that kind of treatment? How YOUNG was he when people started grabbing him like he was a sex toy?!
I just... The thought of it makes me so angry, and I can tell it hurts him deep down inside but... He doesn't really react anymore. After gaining some of the life force from that demon, he has...become much calmer, more difficult to irritate. I wish he had a temper again, I'm sick of seeing him scared instead of angry. The only time he really figts back is when people grab his rear end or chest.
To be completely honest? If that means he fights back when grabbed, then yes.
Manolo, you shouldn't say something like that... It's not bad that you think like that, I agree that he has become a bit passive, but still...
I have to be me, and that’s what I try to do besides what others want to see from me. It's hard though because I wanna be liked.
~~~~~~~~
B33< Dirk strider stimboard 4 @sandcrabcase cuz he is madly inlove w him(/HJ) >3<!
~~~~~~~~~
🧡🤖🧡-🥀♥️🥀-🤖🧡🤖
None whatsoever
there is no heterosexual explanation for this.
i mean a huge part of lgbt culture is the whole “it’s not a phase” and “i’m not confused" thing but that’s just not really true y'know?
like here’s to the people that have gone through countless labels, and still can’t find one that fits here’s to the people that have declared a label, but then realized that label might not be accurate here’s to the people that have to come out 1,000 times because their identity is constantly changing here’s to the people who are confused, and have gone through phases. you’re real and you’re valid.
i love all of you. you don’t have to have everything figured out to be lgbt
Well. An anon sent me a warning about SongFinch. They had wanted to get a custom song done but, unlike me, read all the reviews instead of just the ones on the website.
Apparently the actual songs are nothing like the sample songs they put on artists profile pages. Apparently they have a lot of mistakes with the information you provide. Apparently they are unwilling to fix the mistakes for free—you have to pay. No refunds.
So. I may have just wasted $200.
But. I have until the end of June to come up with something else or use a different service. So, even if it turns out terrible, it’ll be a lesson learned. I won’t regret it too much.
EDIT: I got my song and I love it! It’s perfect!
I will, however, be using a different service in the future. Bring My Song To Life let’s you review the lyrics until you are satisfied, and that seems important. But as far as my experience with SongFinch, I’m happy
EDIT 2: I let my brother listen to it yesterday and he shed a tear, so I think I’m good ☺️ Mom and Dad will definitely cry too
My aabsolutely best try at Whats up? Pop!
I tried my best.
oh to grow like dazai between the ages 15-18 (I’m the same height as chuuya)
i miss them (fictional character i think about literally every single day)
Christy and dawgs 😛
*black people with guns*
white people: criminal thugs!!!!!!
*arab people with guns*
white people: terrorists!!!!!!!
*white people with guns*
white people: well you know, that's our second amendment right. so...
💝💖Happy Late Valentines Day💝 💖
Sorry for posting a bit late. I was bingwatching Markiplier the whole day-
But I managed to post something Valentines Day themed! yay.
mornings. You know who loves mornings? Alistair. You know who hates mornings? Alistair
🥸
@tiredfinch @percys-lemons @freddiemercurydearie1991 @greensrew @guringurasu
Hello, I'm back :)
Ty for the tag @foxalade
Pinterest game
the first character, real person, outfit and quote
no pressure, I hope u don't mind
@lonlylook @frampk