histórias de Insomniac

I think the title's pretty self-explanatory. WARNING: May include graphic content, profanity, expressive depictions of negative feelings, romantic references, and, most importantly, triggering content. Where there is possibly triggering content, it's usually followed up by something symbolizing strength and making it past that- but if you don't think you can make it through it, please feel free to skip over that poem or to message me. I'm always willing to talk, and you can probably figure I've been there and I understand.

When things go bump in the night don't open the door and think happy thoughts... Happy thoughts... Happy thoughts... When walls begin to speak and sing in strange tunes, beware for what is to come next....

Clarisse Henderson woke up with red eyes, impossible strength and speed, unknown gifts, and no memories in a place called Volterra with people called the Volturi. She woke up a vampire. Terrified and confused, she runs away only to end up with Twilight's one and only Cullen family.

Maya can't sleep so Adrian stays up. (Short story)

When Billie Joe Armstrong and Tré Cool meet infront of the principals office and decide to ditch the rest of the day what will the future bring them? They each gain a friendship and it might even become a little more...? You'll just have to read to find out!

'Midnight' is a collection of poems.

There was a girl and there was a boy. Typical. And there was a storyteller. Now, not so typical. There was shyness there was flirting. Typical. And there were long moments of silence. Now, not so typical. There was a secret crush. Typical. And he was never seen again. Now, not so typical. She wasn't sure. Classic. Let's start at the roots. It started eighteen years ago. From something as innocent as a playdate. I have a vague recollection of mud, spilled orange juice and a thoroughly wrecked dress. There was a boy and there was a girl. Again. Sixteen years ago. There's a faint memory of a shattered vase tufts of hair yanked from our heads and another wrecked dress. There was a boy and there was a girl. Get the gist? ***************************************************************************** She needed someone whose being interrelated with her's on a level which she understood. This is not spiritual. Our spirit is ours alone. Not meant to be shared. It's our notions that are meant to be shared. There used to be someone. His name I shall not reveal. She didn't need someone whom she could be herself with. She's already the best present version of herself. She doesn't need anybody to condone her being. Some of you will regard this as unintelligible I'm sure. Some will even dismiss it as ridiculous. But these are not the people I speak of. I speak of you. I speak of what you think of my musings. And I'm sure you'll let me know. ***************************************************************************

in which an insomniac meets an inert somnolent ✩ c o m i n g s o o n i n 2 0 1 8 ✩

While submitting herself to an unfulfilling relationship, Evan is confronted with the realities of her codependency.

"Do you think the reason people can't sleep is because someone out there is thinking about them? is someone thinking about me? is it you? if so please stop its been a week since full nights rest." "wha- who are you?" "it's a-me insomniac man. hello eliza." "go away its two in the morning. bye." ----- eliza weathers, a supernatural fanatic thats in love with the guy next door , begins to get calls from a boy who can't sleep at night. mr.insomniac, a boy addicted to changing his name and calling eliza due to his lack of sleep, isn't talking to her to help his problems but to possibly make hers a little less...there. (Book 1)

It's 4:14 AM and I've had less than an hour of sleep. I've completely given up hope of getting any more sleep tonight...

A buncha random Octonauts drawings and stuff I do because I have zero brain cells. Please gimme requests for what you'd like to see and I'll (try to) deliver! Ft. The reason I lost all of my brain cells, My OC!

He was bad. Bad to the bone. But somehow good for me. Sure, I got good grades, had upstanding morals, respectable friends, a nice home, and played on a varsity team. Yeah, I had a mom who cared-- well sorta, and a dad who might've, if he had stuck around. Yes, for the most part, I was you're average, good, teenaged girl. But everyone needs a little bad right? A little mystery? A little guidance? And that was Zion. Shrouded in mystery, and the wonderful earthy smell of man, endowed with raven hair and nice biceps, Zion was my ticket to a new life. He represented everything I wanted-- and needed. How'd I know? Because he told me, "I know your secret-- jumper." bangin' cover by velleite

❝Never forget me. ❞ ❝ As if the coast could forget the ocean, or the lung could forget the breath, or the earth could forget the sun. ❞

❝I’ll tell you about my demons and you tell me about yours. Maybe they’ll get along well enough to fall in love and leave us alone.❞

Just some rambling of an insomniac. Some swearing in this because I'm too lazy to censor myself.