Blu_Lilac

Coming here now is such a bittersweet thing. I never took any photos when I was younger, and this place was the one thing that truly defined who I am when I didn't have much of a space in the real world. But 6 years! Isn't that such a big number to be alive! So many things can change in that amount of time. It's hard, time is always running from my hands, and for so long I truly believed that if I only held everything I loved close together, maybe it could stay that way forever. The books, the stories, the people I've met or only seen once on a passing comment, the authors that have touched my soul once I might never know again, I want to grasp it all back and hold my old happiness in these shaking arms. But the grains still slowly fall through the cracks of my fingers, and, as I get older and try my best to change for the better, Im realizing and seeing it now more than ever, that everything else will too. The past is a box that I no longer fit in, already filled with memories and regrets. The only thing now that I can hope to do, is to appreciate and thank all those I've met, the writers, the readers, the ones who've shared their highs and lows in little sentences that joined my own, hope my old community all the best for our now diverging lives, and follow my own flowing river of the present, and hope the future I will fill will shine just as bright as all the past stars in the sky. 
          	
          	Wait, you thought this might be a goodbye message? Ha! You thought I'd actually leave this place? Unless I'm losing my phone forever, I am always going to be stick around. 
          	
          	-Alex

Blu_Lilac

Coming here now is such a bittersweet thing. I never took any photos when I was younger, and this place was the one thing that truly defined who I am when I didn't have much of a space in the real world. But 6 years! Isn't that such a big number to be alive! So many things can change in that amount of time. It's hard, time is always running from my hands, and for so long I truly believed that if I only held everything I loved close together, maybe it could stay that way forever. The books, the stories, the people I've met or only seen once on a passing comment, the authors that have touched my soul once I might never know again, I want to grasp it all back and hold my old happiness in these shaking arms. But the grains still slowly fall through the cracks of my fingers, and, as I get older and try my best to change for the better, Im realizing and seeing it now more than ever, that everything else will too. The past is a box that I no longer fit in, already filled with memories and regrets. The only thing now that I can hope to do, is to appreciate and thank all those I've met, the writers, the readers, the ones who've shared their highs and lows in little sentences that joined my own, hope my old community all the best for our now diverging lives, and follow my own flowing river of the present, and hope the future I will fill will shine just as bright as all the past stars in the sky. 
          
          Wait, you thought this might be a goodbye message? Ha! You thought I'd actually leave this place? Unless I'm losing my phone forever, I am always going to be stick around. 
          
          -Alex

Blu_Lilac

I genuinely don't even know what happened, but I remember having so much intense feelings for bkdk, full scaled arguments ready to defend it with my life, my whole Twitter feed literally only being bkdk because I couldn't even think of them with anyone else, seeing green and orange everywhere which became my favorite colors for years. and then one day, it was gone. 
          
          It became another ship I could smile at seeing in passing, but quickly move on from. My matching green and orange shirts are weared down. I don't know where my passion left, but bkdk was one of the biggest reasons I still tried to smile even with corona, and learning that I've gotten over characters that held my heart for years leaves me feeling hollow and a little lost. 
          
          I met wonderful authors and friends because of it, and I don't think I'll ever regret loving the dorks and giving my heart to them for years, because those fictional people gave me real joy and hope, and I'm glad others still find them enjoyable. I don't know what's next for me now, but I hope I can find something that will leave me feeling the same rush of excitement and happiness bkdk gave me back. 

Blu_Lilac

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Hi!! 
          
          Wattpad is so fucking shitty now. I still try to support favorite authors on here but considering I get an add every 3 chapters or so, another add when I press something, and all the good books are on a paywall- haha, I'm v much done with this bullshit 
          
          I still write my fanfics on here whenever I feel like it but wattpad please drop your over extensive capitalism scheme and get better soon <\3

Blu_Lilac

healing is listening to 60 second commercial 1 and old 1950s music, drinking some nice honeyed tea or a good coffee, lounging around like a victorian woman while you read some old love poems, filling your heart with warmth and satisfaction in your comfortable and beautiful life

Blu_Lilac

Are people still on here? Like so many people I used to know kinda left :( which sucks but I get it, we've all kinda outgrown this site and its cheesiness, and that I literally wouldnt use this anymore if not for the fact I can only communicate here with my best friend, but I feel like its pretty quiet and I dislike that fact, so if you're just a random person who came to this profile for a little check and like bnha too, please come say hi!!

Blu_Lilac

"Rocket ships will take off, 
          whether you're in them or not
          And it's sad but it's the truth,
           the world would still turn without you
          But when your bones turn to earth and you ask me "What was I worth?"
          I'll simply plant a flower above you, 
          and you can watch it grow,
          You can watch it grow"