Dylan Elias

dyl pickle i miss u dm me

yoooo to all you phandom members, i'm attempting a phan fic (:

          
          Autobiography In Five Short Chapters
          
          Chapter I
          
          I walk down the street.
          There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
          I fall in.
          I am lost... I am hopeless.
          It isn't my fault.
          It takes forever to find a way out.
          
          Chapter II
          
          I walk down the same street.
          There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
          I pretend I don't see it.
          I fall in again.
          I can't believe I am in this same place.
          But it isn't my fault.
          It still takes a long time to get out.
          
           Chapter III
          
          I walk down the same street.
          There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
          I see it there.
          I still fall in... it's a habit... but,
          my eyes are open.
          I know where I am.
          It is my fault.
          I get out immediately.
          
           Chapter IV
          
          I walk down the same street.
          There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
          I walk around it.
          
          Chapter V
          
          I walk down another street.
          
          - Portia Nelson
          
          

you should know that the sharpies were actually tattoos that hurt and left a permanent imprint upon my skin, the ink then got under my skin and poured into my veins, poisoning and addicting me at the same time. 
          
          i just need one more flower.

I think what I miss the most is when we sat in the back of the room and you drew flowers on my skin, and I looked at you like masterpiece because you are to me, and when we laughed under the stairs by the starry night, and when I first held your hand and your cheeks turned that deep shade of pink. I think what I miss is the good memories when were were young and innocent. 

happy valentine's day! (i lowkey hate this holiday, and its not just because i'm lonely. its because you're supposed to love someone everyday, not just valentine's day) p.s. i have a valentine this year i scream

It's in my blood. Enough talk about missing our friendship. I miss us. The us who made people wish they had something like we did. I want to love you so bad. I know it's wrong, but that's not my problem. We used to just look at the stars, we used to laugh but now we don't do anything. Baby, are you lonely? All I wanna do is kiss your lips until they're swollen, just like you wanted me to do. -d.k.

sorry i haven't been updating, i've been feeling shitty, but it's okay, i'm doing a little better. 
          
          here's a little spoken poetry to inspire you all ;)
          
          https://youtu.be/QWoXFssFiM0

For all of you reading, voting and commenting on my story, thank you. And thank you for the encouraging words. If I have any updates on the topic of my rights such, it'll be posted there as soon as I possibly have time to post.