#i need sleep
Yo what if I identified with Achillean more then my current sexuality hahahah,,,, fuck.
Buenas noches
S L E E P I S F O R T H E W E A K
So be a weakling
Go the fuck to sleep
I really need to take my own advice
Wow bringing this back 3 years later
It’s been a while since I stayed up past 4 am
i am not an early bird or a night owl. i am some form of a permanently exhausted pigeon
Au where everything is the same, but Tweek gets Craig a 1 Direction coin purse for his birthday
If someone draws this I’ll love them forever
sleep is overrated anyways, fuck life and it’s bullshit at this point
if i cry once more tonight may aswell class me as a fucking water fountain.
Grinding the battle pass so she can look like this
On point
Man Needs a Quiet Sleep for the Brain
Ya boy just basically slept through the last two days. Exciting stuff.
How do I give my 110%
when 65% of me
is still broken
When I saw that media post telling me to get sleep I thought it must be a sign, I should go to bed early!! I shall brush my hair and put on my pajamas and go to bed and sleep!!! Haha…. Yet here I am 4 hours later….
Mindenkinek van olyan pontja, amikor a boldogság közepén megpihen . Egy mélypont, ami szükséges ahhoz, hogy értékeljük azt, amit az élettől kapunk.
A bőröd illata,
Csillapító hatása
A csókod zamata,
Megöl magában.
Magadhoz húzol
Széles mosollyal az arcodon
Majd szerelembe esek újbol
Mint mint minden egyes alkalom…
2020.december 13.
Az életem nélküled, mostmár elképzelhetetlen.
Az érintésed hiánya. Kikészülök tőle.
When its 12 AM and you can’t sleep so you make a nest that’s more comfortable than any mattress ever. #not relatable
HEEELLLPPPPPP!!!!!
I have no idea what theme I should follow for my Halloween costume this year. I did fantasy last year and all my good ideas are fantasy. Plses comment any and all ideas. I’m struggling.
I dream of you almost every night hopefully I won’t wake up this time
Are you ever just laying in bed first thing in the morning you’re still asleep and under the covers but then you inhale really deeply and you feel like a newborn baby taking its first breath coming out of the womb
To tell you the truth, I’ve never forgotten my homework. I just considered sleep as a higher priority.
Sometimes I wonder if I can post certain things here like personal stories or any thoughts until I remember that this is my blog?
Secret Santa Event,
Day 11
This little story belongs to my Christmas project, a series of stories leading up to Christmas Eve! Check my Event Masterlist for more information, and have fun!
A/N: might contain interactions with my MCs Cloverand/orViolet(no spoilers ofc), but you don’t have to know them to understand the story!
Sleepy… So sleepy… So… Sleepy…
… Yeah I’m talking about myself lol.
But also, it’s very fitting for today’s secret Santa, Belphegor.
Because Belphie is, as I wish I was right now, most always asleep because of this never ending tiredness inside him.
That led the youngest of the demon brothers to sleep on many of his duties… School, house chores, and also…
Yes, also on getting a present for the secret Santa project.
It wasn’t that he didn’t think about it at all. After recieving his present from Levi, he felt bad for neglecting his duties. Levi had put countless hours of work into coming up with something, yet Belphie had not been sparing a single thought on that matter, at least not before feeling the joy of getting a heartfelt present.
Sadly, the determination he grasped from that event wouldn’t just make his tiredness disappear.
And that leads us to the situation at hand.
Belphie was sleeping on his bed, cuddling with Levi’s Azuki-tan pillow. (They agreed that Belphie might borrow it from time to time).
On the bed on the other side of the room, his twin brother Beel was enjoying some before-dinner-snacks with Clover.
“I’m worried” Beel mumbled at some point. “I haven’t seen Belphie work on his present at all. But he told me it is due on the 11th…”
The girl gave a confused look. “… Isn’t today the 11th…?”
Their worried faces intensified.
“Should we wake him?” Clover asked. “Just to remember that there’s still something he has to do today?”
“No.” The demon shook his head. “Never wake Belphie when he’s in deep sleep.”
Both gave a sigh.
They could only wait and hope that the avatar of Sloth would wake up in time…
—————-
So, I don’t know what you interpret as “in time”.
Still on the 11th? Or maybe about an hour?
Well, either way, in the end, Belphie woke up at 11:34 PM.
He usually takes a longer time to properly, y'know, wake up, get up, get out there.
But this time, something was lingering in the back of his head, something urgent, something important…
Picking up his phone to check the time, Belphie’s gaze drifted over the curse on the back of his hand.
The curse that would punish anyone who disobeyed the rules of the secret Santa project.
… The secret Santa project…
… Where Belphie had to give someone a gift…
… Today…
…
You rarely see Belphegor at a speed like he picked up that second.
————-
11:40 PM.
Belphegor has left the House of Lamentation.
Because of course, the recipient of his present couldn’t just live in the same house as he does, no.
He had to literally dash over to the Purgatory Hall in the next 20 minutes if he didn’t want to feel the power of the Devildom’s ruler punish every cell of his body.
However, there was another issue at hand.
… Or let’s say, there wasn’t.
His hands were empty.
He had forgotten to prepare his present. Despite actually having thought of something, Belphie had still managed to not complete his task in time.
Well, wasn’t that great?
Seriously, being lazy sucked. Even if you want to do something, this drowsy, tempting voice takes hold of you. Because sleeping is so much easier… Beds are so comfy… In the land of dreams, everything was so much easier…
Belphegor cursed under his breath.
Well, yeah, fuck that. Because of this shitty way of thinking, he was not only in danger,
But also, maybe he wouldn’t make it in time to do his part in spreading warmth. And the little brat wouldn’t admit it, but he liked the feeling of that.
To give it your best so that someone will smile because of you. Because you’re fighting against the Sloth in you, stay up late, work hard, exceed yourself…
To do what makes others happy.
————-
11:48 PM.
Belphie had made a turn to visit the shopping centre.
Devildom was a place with… Different work ethics than humans, so their shops were closing a little later than in the human world.
But no, it wasn’t THAT easy.
They close at 11 PM, so he was nearly an hour too late.
However, Belphegor was lucky to find a shopkeeper trying to close their shop and go home now… In full demon form, Belphie jumped at the demon lady, holding her in a tight grip as he spoke like a maniac.
“LADY, I NEED YOUR HELP.”
————
11:55 PM.
Time is running out.
But now, not empty handed anymore, Belphie ran over to the Purgatory Hall, and did not even bother trying to ring the doorbell.
He knew which room he had to go to, so he jumped up onto the balcony, harshly knocking on the glass door instead.
A moment later, Solomon met his gaze, and opened the door in visible confusion.
“… That is an odd surprise” he mumbled. “Hello Belphegor… What brings you he-”
“Merry Christmas” Belphie hurried, handing the sorcerer a bag.
“Oh, I see…”
Solomon took it. He felt something solid, moderately heavy inside.
And, opening the back, he pulled out…
A cookbook.
There was a loooong silence in which Solomon stared at the book in his hands.
“I thought you could use one”, was all Belphie said to justify himself. “You know, to, uhm… Broaden your palette a bit.”
“Th… Thanks…”
——————–
The next morning, Solomon has slept for quite long.
The incident with Belphegor was something to get over, and he had stayed up to look at the recipes inside the book.
For a cookbook, it looked quite promising, with dishes from all three realms.
(And let’s be honest, Solomon needs one of those.)
Well, Solomon wasn’t one to really bother over Christmas, not after having lived through many already.
But he had thought that maybe, maybe he would have gotten something… Other than a cookbook, only minutes before his present day would be over.
————-
Then, that evening, when he came back from town, he was surprised to see his cookbook glowing in purple colours.
There were clouds and shadows hovering around it, painting the air in an ominous black.
Curious, Solomon decided to open the book again.
A black cloud emerged from the pages, writing letters into the air:
‘sorry for being late. Now for real, merry Christmas, Solomon.’
As he looked back at the pages once the fog had lifted, Solomon realised that the whole book has changed.
Now, it was a cookbook, but for magical potions.
It seemed to be written by a witch, a famous one, as Solomon recognised her name.
She was known for her remarkable knowledge of brewing powerful potions in her cauldron, but also for being very secretive about her techniques …
Solomon was shocked that Belphie was able to get his hands on something rare as that.
“Thank you”, Solomon mumbled, a smile curling his lips.
He promised himself to mix up a nice little potion from that very, very soon…
Bounty
27.10.21
Mia
23.9.21
I ate an entire bag of Swedish fish at 5 am this morning because I couldn’t sleep.
“Im gonna go to bet at 10:30 and wake up tomorrow to do important things”
At midnight: “im gonna research liminal spaces and make a school project out of it”
