Best thevioletdaffodil Shayari, Status, Quotes, Stories

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

future "the future," i sighed. the Future. stop holding my shoulders stop i look down at her sleeping body. the Future. i hear the hooves of your demons crushing our skulls. the Future. "you won't care if i die, will you, you monster" i spit it out. you shake your head. i don't want to cry, i don't want to cry again because of you. for the first time, you're something so ugly and hateable and. so big and bold and blind. where were you when i fell today? you were in front of me. why didn't you pick me u

future "the future," i sighed. the Future. stop holding my shoulders stop i look down at her sleeping body. the Future. i hear the hooves of your demons crushing our skulls. the Future. "you won't care if i die, will you, you monster" i spit it out. you shake your head. i don't want to cry, i don't want to cry again because of you. for the first time, you're something so ugly and hateable and. so big and bold and blind. where were you when i fell today? you were in front of me. why didn't you pick me u

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Dirty museums To have a memory never so nothinglike, is a tragic tragic thing. It is almost to not know when to believe, when to not believe. To have a part in your own memory, you severe a string with belief. That is comfortable, for once. But then, like a toy seller, you do not know; the Wednesday you believed in and the Wednesday you died, which one was real? Like a car's windows in winter rain, the memory colours itself. But you, you cannot see. And blindness is not a colour. We treasure love. We make mu

Dirty museums To have a memory never so nothinglike, is a tragic tragic thing. It is almost to not know when to believe, when to not believe. To have a part in your own memory, you severe a string with belief. That is comfortable, for once. But then, like a toy seller, you do not know; the Wednesday you believed in and the Wednesday you died, which one was real? Like a car's windows in winter rain, the memory colours itself. But you, you cannot see. And blindness is not a colour. We treasure love. We make mu

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

{thevioletdaffodil}: so I was wearing headphones, attending a class on the laptop and I wanted to get something to munch on, so I get up and go and Wonk! The headphones are on my ears and as I get yankied towards that blue light satanic flatland, dragging, begging to be let go, Bonk! I frantically yell "oh my absolute God" and now my folks think I'm out of my agnostic phase and they're all celebrating while I realise I have betrayed my wiser, younger, fifteen year old self and I am already a failure in her (weaker) eyes and the expectations and plans she made for me. Guilt seeps in like sawdust that Matilda's father used to put in his clients' cars. WELCOME! TO OUR BEAUTIFUL! UX friendly! thingy! ↗️DISTRACTING POPUP POPUP ADVERT! ↖️ One close source says: "HeLp. She is a failure within 2 months of turning sixteen. Not to be ageist, but that's too young for a failure! Too young for sunsets."

{thevioletdaffodil}: so I was wearing headphones, attending a class on the laptop and I wanted to get something to munch on, so I get up and go and Wonk! The headphones are on my ears and as I get yankied towards that blue light satanic flatland, dragging, begging to be let go, Bonk! I frantically yell "oh my absolute God" and now my folks think I'm out of my agnostic phase and they're all celebrating while I realise I have betrayed my wiser, younger, fifteen year old self and I am already a failure in her (weaker) eyes and the expectations and plans she made for me. Guilt seeps in like sawdust that Matilda's father used to put in his clients' cars. WELCOME! TO OUR BEAUTIFUL! UX friendly! thingy! ↗️DISTRACTING POPUP POPUP ADVERT! ↖️ One close source says: "HeLp. She is a failure within 2 months of turning sixteen. Not to be ageist, but that's too young for a failure! Too young for sunsets."

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

{thevioletdaffodil}: oh, to sleep like a grieving dragon give me my boyhood back, give me an ice pack give me a cliff to swing from, give me an evening, warm. give me a flower field to drape, give me cherries, give me half a grape. give me looks to fall for, give me a week to lay in dirt with you (in g.b.) give me your heart, even your shoe will do

{thevioletdaffodil}: oh, to sleep like a grieving dragon give me my boyhood back, give me an ice pack give me a cliff to swing from, give me an evening, warm. give me a flower field to drape, give me cherries, give me half a grape. give me looks to fall for, give me a week to lay in dirt with you (in g.b.) give me your heart, even your shoe will do

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

[thevioletdaffodil] -What do you mean by I'm possessed by "a spirit", you eggfaced leek-limbed polygon-mouthed lemon-nosed beetheaded spingleminded turnipped gopher?! *clenches teeth* ~I meant, by your own spirit :) ~oh. thank you for the compliment! :D Occult craft materials salesperson: aren't you a bit young to be possessed by a spirit and to order occult craft materials? Me, prepared for this moment since P&F, very carefully and with pretended nonchalance: Yes. Yes I am.

[thevioletdaffodil] -What do you mean by I'm possessed by "a spirit", you eggfaced leek-limbed polygon-mouthed lemon-nosed beetheaded spingleminded turnipped gopher?! *clenches teeth* ~I meant, by your own spirit :) ~oh. thank you for the compliment! :D Occult craft materials salesperson: aren't you a bit young to be possessed by a spirit and to order occult craft materials? Me, prepared for this moment since P&F, very carefully and with pretended nonchalance: Yes. Yes I am.

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

[thevioletdaffodil]: We, the Convention of Misunderstood and Underappreciated non-factory made New Generation™ they-never-stop-cribbing-about propose that insensitive and/or dismissive older folks can be hereby referred to as totem poles (total lowercase) For a more endearing term, we propose condescending radish icecream barrels (shortened to C.R.I.B.) Reminds you of something? ✨ #thevioletdaffodil

[thevioletdaffodil]: We, the Convention of Misunderstood and Underappreciated non-factory made New Generation™ they-never-stop-cribbing-about propose that insensitive and/or dismissive older folks can be hereby referred to as totem poles (total lowercase) For a more endearing term, we propose condescending radish icecream barrels (shortened to C.R.I.B.) Reminds you of something? ✨ #thevioletdaffodil

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

[thevioletdaffodil]: How does jumping give me a full burst of non-destructive energy like Bunga boinga I am FREE boing FREE!® from! weight! poing poing freeeeee I am MAGIC I am INNOCENCE I am CHILDHOOD I am condensed espresso I am boing REALLY A PARTICLE-WAVE I am- the elderly female neighbour living below: sweetie you sure you need no help putting them stockings on? you been jumping- me: stockings?! Oh IT'S CHRISTMAS ALREADY! wheee! plot twist: I do not live in an apartment. The neighbour was in the ground. It was Halloween. Good night passengers. The train wreck shall be cleared presently. *distant friendly documentary voiceover*: The weightlessness is due to GRAVITY, kids! 🎵Where have all the rubberbands gone, Have they gone to sail? Where have all the hairpins gone Why does my back pain?🎵 #thevioletdaffodil

[thevioletdaffodil]: How does jumping give me a full burst of non-destructive energy like Bunga boinga I am FREE boing FREE!® from! weight! poing poing freeeeee I am MAGIC I am INNOCENCE I am CHILDHOOD I am condensed espresso I am boing REALLY A PARTICLE-WAVE I am- the elderly female neighbour living below: sweetie you sure you need no help putting them stockings on? you been jumping- me: stockings?! Oh IT'S CHRISTMAS ALREADY! wheee! plot twist: I do not live in an apartment. The neighbour was in the ground. It was Halloween. Good night passengers. The train wreck shall be cleared presently. *distant friendly documentary voiceover*: The weightlessness is due to GRAVITY, kids! 🎵Where have all the rubberbands gone, Have they gone to sail? Where have all the hairpins gone Why does my back pain?🎵 #thevioletdaffodil

Ramona Singh

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

[thevioletdaffodil]: i'm doing this so that when someone reads these to me, i'll atleast be able to tell them which Me wrote it. like people travel Himalayas because they're paths to self-discovery or something, i am travelling to an alternate casual identity where i discover holy truths and form my opinions. let me try one here: bananas stink. unless my mom tells me to eat one. then they're "unobjectionable comfort food". wholesomely weird for a while. i thought of an alternate account but too tired for that. so here's an alt identity. the last time i wrote satisfactorily was #whatischaos part 1. that's why it's trending

[thevioletdaffodil]: i'm doing this so that when someone reads these to me, i'll atleast be able to tell them which Me wrote it. like people travel Himalayas because they're paths to self-discovery or something, i am travelling to an alternate casual identity where i discover holy truths and form my opinions. let me try one here: bananas stink. unless my mom tells me to eat one. then they're "unobjectionable comfort food". wholesomely weird for a while. i thought of an alternate account but too tired for that. so here's an alt identity. the last time i wrote satisfactorily was #whatischaos part 1. that's why it's trending