zztupurr

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS FOR BBC (BLUEBERRIES N BURNT CANDLES) BUT IVE GOT MY FINALS ONGOING AND I DONT EVEN GET TIME TO BREATH- TT TT

QuodEratDemonstr11

@zztupurr it's been so long hasn't it? I might have forgotten my wattpad account's password hehe
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zztupurr

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS FOR BBC (BLUEBERRIES N BURNT CANDLES) BUT IVE GOT MY FINALS ONGOING AND I DONT EVEN GET TIME TO BREATH- TT TT

QuodEratDemonstr11

@zztupurr it's been so long hasn't it? I might have forgotten my wattpad account's password hehe
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zztupurr

I haven't cared. From the beginning, I haven't. A lot pretended that they don't care, but in secrecy, they do. 
          I never had to pretend. I really don't care. I love to have everything prepared in my fist. I love to control, to assert the power I have. That must be why I'm always put in situations I can't control, with people I can't help. 
          Never fun to see your favourite people rot while you sit there unharmed but unable to move a finger even.
          Somehow it's always them; never me. The fire burns everybody but me. The dagger slices everybody but me. The ashes suffocate everybody but me. 
          I dance along the flames, I caress the blade, I breath in the remnant after a fire. It doesn't make any sense to me. The same things that tear others' worlds into pieces just breathes along my world, swirling into my rhythm, swaying along my mayhem. 
          Is it that I'm invincible now? Or have I lost all the pieces to lose something again? Have I shattered into tiny fragments that are unable to break any further, so they just pierce through whoever touches them— like shards of glass. 
          When what's fragile is broken too many times, it always bites back at you. Like glass shards. Like a shattered mirror. Like the metal which is hammered again and again until it's sharp enough to be a knife. To be a dagger. To be a sword.
          And it'll only draw a stream of blood everywhere again.

zztupurr

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I haven't blabbed a lot. I don't blab a lot. But what do you do when life is funny asf? Like ppl around you are dying and it all is just so fricken unbelievable and ugly that it all becomes funny af
          Why am I this? Why is the world? What is life? What am I? Where am I?
          All that we have is a big times laughter and shrugging bullshit off, cz we can't ever ever ever answer these stupid asf questions that keep coming back to us in loops.
          So what's the point of all this? When the only aim you're running for slips away from your grasp just like that? What can you do but laugh? And for every laugh, you gotta pay the price by losing your mind with double interest. Does that even make any sense? 
          No. I know. That's not supposed to make any sense, either. That doesn't even make any sense to me. But I still blab. Because I'm not dumping someone else with my thoughts. I'm not asking anybody to help me, I'm just speaking to myself, and if you happen to pass by and read it all accidentallly wasting your time, my apologies. But dude, just imagine that you get annoyed by only hearing the fraction of my thoughts, so what do I do with the constant thrums of these recurring thoughts in my heads that I can't escape? This ain't even sadness, if it were, I'd have bawled that out. It isn't. It's just.. there. Something in the nothingness that crawls across my skull and makes my insides tweak.
          Is there something wrong with me? Or is there something wrong with the rest of the world? I don't know. And I don't think I want to know. I'd rather not know. Knowing too much brings doom, just like it has.

zztupurr

Forever - YEONJUN
          
          I try not thinkin' too much, not movin' too fast
          'Cause life will pass you by real quick, watch this
          I'ma throw a fit if I keep watchin' this, watch, tick
          Keep your eyes on the prize, don't sit
          Don't snooze, you got too much to lose, then it feels like
          I try, not thinkin' too much, not movin' too fast
          'Cause life will pass you by real quick, watch this (I'ma throw)
          Close my eyes
          I don't know if I'd rather be dreamin', dreamin'
          Or be with you
          'Cause I know that one day, we'll be leavin', be leavin'
          So like forever ain't forever ain't enough (uh-huh)
          And time is runnin', you know better than to rush (yeah, ay)
          Like forever ain't forever ain't enough
          Tried to tell you I'm not ready yet to go
          Strawberry day, red like the sun rays
          I love the taste, could lay here all day
          You love to say, nothin' to say, ay, ay
          So maybe
          Close my eyes
          I don't know if I'd rather be dreamin', dreamin'
          Or be with you
          'Cause I know that one day, we'll be leavin', be leavin'
          So like forever ain't forever ain't enough (uh-huh)
          And time is runnin', you know better than to rush (yeah, ay)
          Like forever ain't forever ain't enough
          Tried to tell you I'm not ready yet to go
          Wherever I'm meant to be
          Wherever I'm meant to be, yeah
          I can't help it, I can't help it, yeah
          Wherever I'm meant to be
          Wherever I'm meant to be, yeah
          I can't help it, I can't help it (ooh)

zztupurr

The warmth still lingers in my pinky. 
          You know why? 
          You made me pinky promise on our love 
          The last time you were mine.
          And even today, from the corner of my eye, 
          I watch you strolling by.
          You glow brighter
          So was it maybe me who had stolen that away?
          I wanna let your wings spread,
          Just not at the cost of my death.
          If you get me, I mean.
          
          
          
          
          (NOBODY BETTER THINK THIS HOE IS DEPRESSO- OR IM CHASIN YALL DOWN W MY RAINBOW DAGGER~)

bluishpearly

@zztupurr (try) THIS HOE IS INDEED DEPRESSO.
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