#3am thoughts Tumblr posts

I don’t want to be falling

I don’t really want to be falling

Look at my life

I don’t know who’s calling

Last one was a disaster

Life’s a book

Now I’m in a new chapter

But I am scared to fall in love again

Every time it starts

It feels like the end

And I hope

We can make through

But again it feels

Like a deja vu

I need you

The same way that you need me

I’m an open book

So I hope you can read me

And when I fall

I will get back up

If you fall down

I will pick you up

We’ll do it again and again

But you and I and God

We will make it to the end

“Something I have learned recently is that you don’t always have to accept shitty comments from friends. You are not obligated to see it as a ‘joke’ everytime just because you are friends. If you notice you don’t find it funny, stop yourself from instantly putting on a fake smile to laugh along because that is what everyone is doing. Instead stay still, watch if they notice and do something about it. If not, remember that they didn’t notice what you really felt because of their comment.”

- 3am overthinker

The stars won’t never lie, cause I

used to spend my nights with them

telling them how much I love you…

Semjase 6: 03

Hiccup: Do you have to do that right now?
Astrid, at 3am:

We are taught that having a minimum wage job is bad. That being a window cleaner, a barista, or a babysitter isn’t what we should be aiming for in life. We are supposed to find a passion to work for and be a doctor or astronaut or athlete or CEO or something. But what if I want to be a cleaner? What if I want to spend my life making coffee at a cafe. What if I want to be around kids. What if I don’t want to be rich and famous? It’s okay to have a small dream, to not be ambitious, and to only want to settle down and have a small life and have 7 cats and whatever.

When it’s done well, I sometimes love OOC fics, whether it’s on purpose or not. Because I feel that everyone (real or fiction) has the capability to truly surprise you.

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I miss how life was at the beginning of the school year

It wasn’t perfect

But atleast I had all the people I cared for around me

I may have been the one to end the friendship but yet I’m the one still hurting in the aftermath

It’s 2:30 am and all that’s on my mind is how much I miss our friendship

I miss having you around all the time

But that’s also why it ended

You were too busy for me

Or just got bored of me

Both hurt equally

No matter how much I hurt and continue to hurt because of you, all I want is for you to be back in my life

I saw you the other day and I wish we could’ve talked

I miss you so fucking much it destroys me

I can’t help but think that there’s actually a big difference between the “i am a logical dude” straight man and the “i do not feel emotions” gay man. the first is a presumptuous intellectual thing when the latter can be the combination of years of repression and feelings that are not accepted by the society. the gay men’s “emotions are illogical” is a escape, it’s avoiding what hurts. and that’s why sherlock holmes and spock are gay. I rest my case.

poetic justice

in the 21st century

seems not to be about

genuine creativity

but more about

marketability

but poets in reality

have never been

truly recognised

for their creavity

until it’s

morbiditly

so maybe after my

demise

the value of my rhymes

will be truly

realised

posthumous recognition

of my diction

but there’s

fat chance of that

so instead

while still alive

I’ll tip my hat

to poetic friends

and me

and our

eternal

anonymity

Please, stop apologising for not having the time that you didn’t make.

I am trying and trying to reset my expectations, but I am not impervious to your charms so I forgive you every time.

When did I start allowing myself to see beauty in everything surrounding me instead of grasping at any darkness?

- I am finally healing // [i.r.]

[07.09.20]

“Writing is not just putting words on paper. It’s putting parts of your soul down in word form, bleeding the words you write.”

-k.aiden

Next time it’s 3am and you’ve got tequila blues, dont bother dialling my number. It’s 3am and you are wishing I was her but remember I’m glad I ain’t her.

Don’t you feel sick every time you see your reflection in the mirror and ask “Why am I like this?” and a bundle of fucking emotions run you down and a second later you’re a sobbing mess because of your own thoughts, and I feel like drowning and I hate it I hate myself

I destroyed you to fix myself.

so this is how it ends

tell them how you repeated the words “ I love you” and did the complete opposite of it.

~ should’ve never said it {2:52 am}

We are surrounded by all of these lies

And people that talk too much

- Ed Sheeran

liking your own physical appearance is so awesome and I feel so blessed and privileged that sometimes I look in the mirror and think fuck me I am hot you know