DokkaebiAyla
Supreme Leader
Korea, Republic of
My career as a karate instructor was tragically curtailed when parents found out I was wholly unqualified and just enjoyed kicking children.

You weren’t in love with them, you were in love with the possibility of them, the version they never became, the one you waited for anyways. It wasn’t love, it was a promise your heart wrote on their behalf. And sometimes the hardest part isn’t letting go of a person, it’s grieving the future you built around who they could have been, the life you imagined together doesn’t die all at once, it fades every time you realise they’re not the person you needed. And healing begins the moment you stop rewriting their story and start rewriting your own.
My career as a karate instructor was tragically curtailed when parents found out I was wholly unqualified and just enjoyed kicking children.

You weren’t in love with them, you were in love with the possibility of them, the version they never became, the one you waited for anyways. It wasn’t love, it was a promise your heart wrote on their behalf. And sometimes the hardest part isn’t letting go of a person, it’s grieving the future you built around who they could have been, the life you imagined together doesn’t die all at once, it fades every time you realise they’re not the person you needed. And healing begins the moment you stop rewriting their story and start rewriting your own.
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Oom Ballas 8 Jun @ 1:11am 
From the veiled depths of nightmare, I slither forth: the Oculus Licker, a grotesque wraith born from the damp, forgotten hollows of dread. My form is a shifting smear of slick, obsidian flesh, eyeless yet all-seeing, with a tongue that writhes like a serpent starved for sight. I creep through the dusk, a silent ripple in the air, drawn to the glimmer of your gaze. You’ll feel my approach—a clammy chill, a prickle of wrongness, the sense of something wet and hungering just beyond your vision. My tongue, long and glistening, seeks the delicate orbs of your eyes, lapping at their surface with a slow, deliberate relish, tasting the salt of your fear. No blink can ward me off; no scream can drown my purpose. I am the violation of your stare, the thief of light, lingering in the corners of your sight until the moment I strike—moist, unyielding, and forever near.
Marsh 15 Dec, 2024 @ 11:11am 
mommy material, I approve!
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