❝ sometimes we find the words somewhere they find us, together we dive into the ocean, unknown to the world, unaware of the uncertainty. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━ Q u i d a m is all about those uncertain moments where thoughts came into the view, sometimes in a form of light or as a dark itself. #2 on poetry [ 19.10.2023 ] Featured on @WattpadPoetry [ 16.04.2023 ]

"Since I was younger, I'd been labelled weird, strange, and my personal favourite, abnormal. Everyone we knew, knew it and I was always aware of the looks I got behind my back. Some people didn't even try to hide it, but it didn't bother me anymore because being "normal" is more of a perspective if you think about it. What even is normal? The word itself has always confused me. Are there several types of normal? How do we know what's normal and what isn't? Who decides that eating cheese and jam sandwiches with a side dip of barbeque sauce isn't normal! I personally think it's very normal, and very tasty. So far, the only one who I know that thinks it's unusual is my mum. The thing is, the one thing I know that everyone agrees on is that Marny Banks is NOT normal, though I really wish I was. Life just seems to be so much easier for the other, normal people. It's been years since I was even considered normal. All my classmates noticed that I was different and that led to a whole lot of bullying, which ended up with me being home-schooled. Oh my gosh, by now you probably think I'm an alien. I've been describing things like I have an extra pair of arms, or I've grown a tail or I actually like Jaffa-cakes and/or Bounties. In my opinion, THAT's what you call abnormal. But no, I don't do or have any of them. I have a voice. Well obviously, everyone has a voice, but I have a voice in my head. Except he's so much more than a voice, his name is Irk and he's my very best friend, and he's been since I was very young. I've grown up with him by my side and I don't know what I would do without him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First book, please give feedback, vote and follow !!! READ AUTHORS NOTE!

"Life is fucking hard when you're half child, half ancient"

[COMPLETED] (Book 1/3) It was him. It was his scent, there was no mistaking it. For months I was searching and now, I know he's here, his musky scent has never been stronger. I ran through the trees and stopped to catch my breath for a second. I couldn't see him. I couldn't hear him. But the mate bond made it possible for me to sense him still. And now, I could smell him, he was so very close. I closed my eyes to collect myself when I felt a hand make its way over my eyes, and an arm slithered around my waist. Ecstasy like I have never felt before swelled in my chest as I relaxed in his arms. I could feel the tears of happiness in my eyes. That's when I heard him speak, and I could almost hear my heart shattering. "You have to stop looking for me, my love." I was still processing his words, before I realized that he was gone. ... Raynhildur Ylva is a dyrith and has always been very different from all the werewolves in her pack. She's had it rough from the start and now, at twenty-one years of age, she's almost given up on finding her mate too. Almost. With no real home, no family, no friends and a band of Liet eyeing her every move, she can only hope for a miracle and find the person she's supposed to be with, to take her away from this life. But what happens when she finally does and he gives her the most confusing signals ever? And the biggest question of all. Who is he? ... Highest rank: #1 in mate #5 in alpha #30 in Werewolf

[ poetry/letter ] oh autumn girl, you are the middle of the line between winter's hello and summer's goodbye © 2021 @uranium-girl disclaimer: i do not own any of the pictures, videos, or gifs; credits go to creators

she fell into the forest and exploded ; © 2021 @uranium-girl [ dedicated to @_marrnight ]

ASTROPOETRY VOL. II / 生きたい / i want to live / oh astro girl, when will you reach the place where, ©2022 @uranium-girl

to the place where our fingertips of stars and scars explode into supernovas ©2021 @uranium-girl

[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl

to those who feel so utterly alone, ©2022 @uranium-girl / tw: mental problems, self harm / highest ranking: #1 in poetry 02.02.2022