The Mind of the Restless

neuphia:

the orange of smiles,

the pink of sneezes,

the blue of tears.

she took so many colors onto her feathers that they became dull.

the colors mixed and mixed,

and in the end, her wings turned black.

then she fell.

she fell. she kept falling,

and the little bird died.

kind of a big rant and attention whoring after this. read it if you want, and if you don’t, go listen some happy music, i guess.

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I wanted to heart this because of the picture but I felt like if I did you would think that I like that you’re this frustrated and I don’t. I’ll share some things with you since you bothered to share this much. I don’t know if you love me or anything like that but I love talking to you. I wish I could be one of those special little links that you have on your tumblr. I hate how different our time zones are so much. It makes me so happy that we can share avatars on twitter. I’ve always wanted to do that with someone, with a best friend, but doing that with the friends I have now (mostly irl friends)…I feel like it’s impossible. All my friends are one group of friends and moiraillengence was established between them a long time before I showed up.

I used to feel really lonely a lot because of it. I’m not the type to flow well with groups, though I have to say I’m adapting. I’m more of loner who prefers to have that one best friend. I can enjoy myself in group conversations but I have those days where I just want to be alone. Not to think about depressing things or count on my finger how much my life sucks because it doesn’t. I just like to be alone sometimes. So, I guess what I’m saying is that I can be clingy too because I want that one special friend, not just many. So I can easily become attached to someone when they talk to me a lot.

I wish I could talk to you right but it seems you’ve went to sleep. I’m out of school tomorrow so I’ll make sure I’m around if you want to talk! Heck, if you want I’ll even give you my phone number. I don’t know what international rates cost but if it’ll help you feel better, possibly help you figure out how to become that independent person you want to be than I will. Screw my parents and them not wanting me to talk to people on the internet. You are my friend. Not just some person on the internet. My friend and just because they don’t approve of you doesn’t mean that I’m not going to go out of my way to help make you feel better.

So, good night, aneue. Wake up to a tomorrow where you’re a colorful bird that has rose from the ashes. ♥

royaldelirium:

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I can relate. I mix my ketchup with my mashed potatoes to eat chicken and there’s always, always that one person that says how weird/nasty that is.

Hello, good sir, would you like me to use you as ketchup?

It makes me really mad.