Lateatnight قصص

Hey there! Just wanted to let you know, that this isn't a fanfic. It is a thing where I might post about random thoughts, possible ideas, and also just so that you can give me some inspo. You don't need to check up on this daily. Nothing really to see here, and if you are wondering if that is me on the cover, it's not lmao. Complete :)

Welp can't sleep so gonna write whatever poems come to me cx Disclaimer: these poems contain depressing thoughts. So if you do not want to be sad then please do read ahead Stay strong always

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." ~Leonard Cohan. So, this is just the 'ash' of my life. The muddled thoughts I've formed into words and verses, rhymes and lines. Some may be pitifully bad, the product of swirling thoughts and late nights. Others may be softly striking, whether it be to the heart or to the eyes. But they are my creations and I love them equally, for they are the words that speak my mind. *Trigger warning - contains depression/self-harm/suicide and dark themes. But also hapy ones!*

Late night writings

It all starts with Sirius not being able to bloody sleep again, so it's back to the leather notebook at the bottom of his trunk (secret pocket, of course-you can never be too careful with Prongs around) and time to write another letter to Remus-number 58, in fact. Except this time it's a rambling-sort of confession. A love declaration, if you will, and though it's definitely not the first, it's the longest he's ever written. The first time he's ever outright explained it all. And the worst thing happens: someone, The Someone Who Was Never Supposed to Find It, stumbles across it while looking for a jumper, and writes back, and James Bloody Potter gets involved, and it all goes to shit.

stitching together song lyrics & feelings both real and imagined

I have some issues with sleep. We all do, but mine is staying up until two in the morning when I have school the next day and staying up until seven in the morning when I don't have school. During these times, I have wierd thoughts/experiences. such as paranoia (if that is spelt correctly), things my sleepy father does wen he's up and about at night, and my siblings being siblings. I will also be talking about stories I am/will be writing, songs I'm listening to, or shows I'm watching. There could be more, but you'd just have to read to find out. Some of this isn't at night.

You are writing a diary about the girl next door. All a sudden you hear noises next door and you decide to write it down. Then it goes silent. Perhaps maybe the commotion stop or .. your neighbor was just murdered. Then you hear a knock on your door, your parents are away and nobody was expected at the time. Maybe they are coming for you. I mean, you are their next door neighbor.

A mess of HORRIBLE poems and short stories I wrote late at night.

I seem to work best right after reading getting the writing in my mind going I have been pretty sad and angry along with shaking on and off which is when I seem to work best. Also it is December 8 2019 12:24 am. Again please note this has no planning so if the story seemed unreasonable or odd at time, this is off the top of my head, Enjoy the best you can

Late at night in the cottage she shares with Ginny, Luna can't sleep. Unsettled by the usual. Unsettled by the unusual.

Just thoughts and voices I should've said

"I haven't tried to dance in..4 years? God, it's been..forever." He chuckled, gaining a little more confidence in himself. "Well then it's a perfect time to learn, isn't it? We can start out with the basics, very simple. Won't be too hard I hope." Stede was overjoyed, he had finally found someone that he could teach. He never taught anyone how to dance, not even his own children. He was too busy with pirating and work that he never got the chance. But now he could and with the love of his life, that's what made it special. ------------ or: stede teaches ed how to dance (and fails) i listened to a bunch of piano music while writing this so.that helped. this is my first fic on ao3!!!! i plan on making more when I get the time :D sorry for it being so short. planning on making longer fics soon.this is just a cute scenario i made up. (((oh also check my profile for more info.if you want to.)))

Poems, Thoughts and letters. These are all my own masterpieces, I hope you enjoy! More information inside..

Ask me questions :) Keep them appropriate pls :')

Leo is nineteen, Russian, and trying to get through college one ordinary day at a time. He lives with his older brother, Konstantin, in a small apartment that feels more like survival than home. When a restless night sends Leo walking through a city that never seems to notice him, he meets Finn, a stranger who feels like possibility, warmth, and escape all at once. What begins as a chance encounter turns into something intense and consuming, blurring the line between love and illusion. As Leo gives more of himself away, he slowly realizes that not everyone loves the same way, and that some people are only meant to pass through, no matter how deeply they are felt. This is a story about loneliness in crowded places, first love, grief that lingers quietly, and the devastating moment when you realize that what was everything to you was never real to someone else. Told with raw intimacy and emotional honesty, it explores how easily we can lose ourselves while trying to be loved, and how hard it is to survive the aftermath.

Two Words. He said. He promised. The Past. The Present. The Future. I hate him. Or Do I love him?

"How can you hurt someone like this yet feel no regret." I asked him as my cold frozen tears were streaming down my cheek. "You know what?" He screamed, pointing his finger at me "Maybe you deserved it" He then mumbled. "What happened to the magic!?" I cried out and letting all my anger out. ** Meet Nathalie, the girl that dont sociate with many. Shes the girl you see in the hallway but never really notice. We all have our problems some bigger than others. Her secret is slowly killing her mentally and physically. *** Warning for some mild graphic scenes, strong language. Trailer: Soon to come

It's currently 9 pm. I'm bored

There's no reason for heartbreak to be a private matter. I'm truly sorry if anyone else has ever felt this way.