In the beginning there was nothing but darkness; stillness, formless, silent, empty. Then there was light, the beginning of movement, form, creation and awareness. To darkness the very existence of light, even the mere presence of awareness was agony. Since then it has sought to blo...

Trigger warning: extremely dark, disturbing and reader discretion is mandatory. I do not own the images. This is by far the most disturbing thing i have ever written. I still to this day cannot figure out what the hell was going through my head when i wrote this years ago... But want to know the...

I do not own images, credit goes to the original artist. I'm going to try something different this time. I will attempt to write a sort of horror folklore song. I've never tried writing anything like a song before, so lets see how this goes. This is something i made up, and is not related to any ...

welcome to my blog ••• hi everybody! today i’ve got another book review for you all. this is the first book i’ve dnf’d since middle school— i just absolutely could not get into it. no hate to the author, but it really wasn’t for me....

welcome to my blog ••• hello, hello! two reviews in one day? wtf. in my defence i actually finished this book last week, and was too desperate to start a dark and drowning tide that i put off writing this review. but alas, here it is...

——❝ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. ❞ Welcome to the final act —— :performing_arts: Parts one through six are provided at the end of the previous blog. Check them out if you’re interested in read...

welcome to my blog ••• hello wattpad amino! welcome back! recently i’ve gotten back into reading more, and i decided to try my hand at writing book reviews as a form of content, and to maybe get myself some arc’s :joy: . i am by ...

from my ao3 ★ written on 050125 tw ☆ swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of vomiting low-key depictions of an unhealthy obsession/crush on another person. Gunwook has only been alive on planet Earth for 20 years, and yet...

The life of me, the emptiness where ghosts boast of surplus. Half of me is void, quarter is silence, and the other quarter is careless. Questions end with question marks, mine with periods. When the given cannot be repelled, reasons are moot. They say, "There could be light at the end of the...

welcome to my blog ••• hello wattpad amino! welcome back! as you may know, i’ve decided to start writing book reviews on books i read this year. i am by no means a professional reviewer, and it’s important to note anything said here...

Sometimes, I am pain Pain caught in nostalgia Nostalgia rooted in sadness Evoking a cry of anger swallowed Sometimes, I am love No matter who I am with, I feel it One is a gentleness that re scars One is a warmth so coordinated I forget it is real They say a mothers love teaches pati...