little conversations, moments or just things that have happened (recent or a while ago) to me that i thought was cute, wholesome, deep, funny, or anything really. i’m excited to write stuff in here throughout the year (hoping i don’t forget) so i hope you enjoy :)

Ever wonder why things go the way they do? Well, this is just random bits of my thoughts and where I'm lost. Maybe it's not even me. Maybe it's just... well, unfair. Loss, happiness, sadness, most moments of despair, we throw literally anything in here. Though there may be trials, we'll get though.

This story isn't planned. It isn't intense in action or adventure. It isn't real.

This is just a dream I had once in my darkest times.

A short story with Ravens and a man in black clad. Said to be a danger, yet a comfort to the darkest corners of my mind.

Random philosphical things I'll post here in Icelandic. Have fun, non-Icelandic people! Mwahahahahahaha!

حیکایەتێک لە تۆڵەسەندنەوە،

بۆ ئەو فریشتەیەی کە بەدەست توندوتیژی پیاوانەوە ئازاری چەشت، لە تاریکی کڵێسایەکی سارددا بەجێماوە و خوێن بە قاچەکانیدا دڵۆپ دڵۆپ دەهاتە خوارەوە.

ناوەڕۆک و تەوەرەکانی پێگەیشتوون

هەر کاریگەرییەکی نەرێنیتان لەسەری بۆ دروست بوو تکایە لە کۆمێنت پێم بڵێن یاخود بەشەکانی تێپەڕێنن

Erkenne deinen Wert*

Heute schreibe ich einen kleinen Text.. in der Hoffnung, dass er einige Personen erreicht.

Womöglich sind deine Gedanken oftmals: „Ich bin müde.“, „Ich bin es leid, alles zu geben und nie genug zu sein!“, „Ich bin es leid, mich für Menschen zu verändern, die meine Veränderung nicht einmal anerkennen!“, „Ich bin es leid, nicht dünn genug zu sein…“. Doch die Frage die wir uns alle stellen ist… weswegen willst du einer Person gefallen?

Möglicherweise kennst du mich nicht, aber ich will dir ehrlich sein. Du wirst dich weiterhin verlieren wenn du versuchst, jemand anderem zu gefallen. Du wirst nie genug für einen Menschen sein. Es gibt kein Maß an Perfektion, das du ihnen geben kannst. Für eine Person, die nicht zu dir passt, wirst du nie perfekt sein. Dich zu verstellen ist nicht das Richtige für das Herz, das nach dir sucht. Du kannst in den Augen Anderer zu groß oder zu klein sein, aber du hast die perfekte Größe für das Herz, das dich liebt. Du kannst in den Augen Anderer zu kontaktfreudig oder zu schüchtern sein, aber du hast die perfekte Persönlichkeit für das Herz, das dich liebt. Du magst in den Augen Anderer zu schwarz, zu braun, zu weiß sein, aber du hast die perfekte Farbe für das Herz, das dich liebt. Lass niemals zu, was andere Personen für dich empfinden zu erzwingen. Ändere, wie du über dich selbst denkst. Lasse deinen Wert niemals von den Vorlieben anderer Menschen bestimmen. Du bist nicht wertvoll, weil jemand dich sieht.

Dein Wert ist wertvoll. Denn so wurdest du erschaffen.

Wie jemand dich behandelt, spiegelt nicht wider, was du verdienst.

Der Versuch, sich für eine Person zu ändern, die sich niemals für dich ändern würde. Du musst aufhören, anderen die Macht zu geben, zu kontrollieren, wie du über dich selbst denkst. Jeder kann deine Perfektion lieben. Das ist leicht, aber das Herz, das dich liebt, wird dich immer noch lieben. Selbst in deinen unvollkommensten Momenten.

all about my beautiful girlfriend, who i completely adore and admire. i love you my sweet girl.

I want to make a story/ collaboration with a ton of different writers or people who want to be writers. Message me and let’s have a whole bunch of people make one amazing book!!

Main series is three books long, about 3 generations of a family.

Book 1 - Nog Your Ordinary Fairytale - about a pair of enemies, Ashton Winters and Angelina Wylde. They hate each other, or so they think. They are tested like crazy, shipped by their little brothers who wished to become brothers-in-law thanks to their social studies textbook, and poor Ash ends up falling for a girl who hates him to the core. What makes it even more comedy gold is that he goes and confesses, received a sad rejection, has to leave town because of his parents, and loses touch with her.

Book 2: They are back in touch, they marry, have 4 kids, but Angelina, out of complete fear, comes up with a plan to divorce him, and for them to take 2 kids each, to raise with a new spouse. However, neither actually find a new spouse, but their kids are raised with single parents. The kids (save for Lyn) have 0 clue. The eldest is a girl, Ashlyn. The middle children here are twins, Draco and Amira, and the youngest is Oliver. The former two lived with their dad, and the latter, with their mom. The twins become classmates, they hate each other since she breaks his phone, she gets in an accident, he, being around, saves her life by calling 911. Meanwhile, Ashlyn gets her own plot, where she falls in love with a guy in her grade, Caeden. The two hit it off, but he does a huge stage confession, which embarrasses her, and she can't take it. So she ghosts him. By the way, the family is never back together. Sad, huh? Three years after this, Ashton and his two kids move to Paris. There, Draco meets a French girl named Lila. Long black hair, beautiful purple eyes, the whole package. She's important later on. Remember.

Book 3: Draco settles in Paris, he and Lila have a kid, Alyn Winters. She is born into a war landscape, her parents die, she learns to fight from Angie, she becomes an assassin, and is paired with a guy who she didn't know she knew, Ryan Philips. They don't know each other's identities. They have to go on a bunch of missions together. A bunch of stuff happens.

Some of these may be an adaptation of my real life, some random thoughts which pop into my twisted brain, others, dares given to the characters by my IRL friends. Welp, enjoy!

​​​​​​​Because sometimes, you just need to get your thoughts out.

In a narrative permeated with the scent of loneliness and emptiness, a man with a dark past confronts an abandoned, dilapidated house, harboring secrets and forgotten memories. In a prologue rich with dramatic nuances, we witness his heavy steps, as if carrying the weight of unspoken sorrow.

His worn-out attire and a face revealing traces of pain bear silent witness to the challenging journey of his life. His departure leaves behind an atmosphere of melancholy, depicting a farewell to a home akin to shedding an old skin that can no longer be maintained. Amidst the creeping shadows, we are led through the dark corridors of memories that stretch between the ruins of the house and his faltering steps. Will this journey lead him towards enlightenment, or will it merely be a new chapter in the pages of a challenging life?