★┊sdoodles .ᐟ

-> doodles is my alias on the net ! please refer to i as so!

-> all pronouns r allowed ! perceive me as whoever you want .

-> i like cool music and creating things !

-> fun fact : my irl name means ‘create’ !

-> i am a minor .

-> check my rentry for more info !! https://rentry.co/doodleshaven

keep being awesome friends !! till next time !

thank youou !! :3

here, have piano cat ;)

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ webcore 𝗀𝗋αρɦ𝗂𝖼𝗌 ! 𝖿𝖾𝖾ᥣ 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍ⱺ υ𝗌𝖾 ω/ⱺ 𝖼𝗋𝖾ᑯ𝗂𝗍𝗌 ! ✧˖°.

vent posting ig

just suffered the worst kinda heartbreak , i accidentally info dumped on my friends n crush abt my last experience with love, ofc it was with a girl however i masked it as just a ‘stupid phase’, ‘im not like that anymore’, and my crush is now confirmed homophobic and i was planning to confess to her but now all my hopes r shattered.

honestly not unexpected, but the confirmation just hits different.

now im going to listen to ‘IFHY’ and ‘911/Mr. Lonely’ as i write doomed victorian yuri, wish me gl ..

jelly graphic thimgs u all may like .. !!!

trigger warnings : mentions of suicide and other dark themes

this is not a romance!!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

12C, Heatherdowne Street, Dorset - 40015

December 2nd

Dear Darla,

I wish you would come back, really I do. Christmas is coming and I wish to celebrate it with you. Remember that one year we went to France? You told me you loved it there and wanted to visit next year - I was certain we would.

Anyway, I am doing fine, Mrs. Gavinns has been a dear and is helping me through these hard times. She does not know about these letters, and I fear that she might fret if she finds out; might call me delusional and the like. But I am sure this will help.

With love,

H

12C, Heatherdowne Street, Dorset - 40015

December 15th,

My dear Darla,

My life is not treating me well. No one understands how much I long for you, and I am afraid of the others finding about these letters. You are here, I can feel your warmth everywhere.

Everyday I miss you more and more. Mrs. Gavinns tells me you are better off now, but oh! I don’t think I can bear this anymore. She tells me I will slowly move on after a while, but it has been 7 months and I can still see your face. Though I try. I know you would want me to be strong.

Christmas is coming around and I hope the merriment will finally cheer me up, though I doubt it. Dr. Benson said I have a ‘case of nerves’, and suggested taking a walk outside. So I strolled around the neighbourhood today. The snow has already laid down quite thickly. I wonder who would win if we had a snowball fight. You were always good at aiming a snowball right at my face.

I was right. This makes me feel much happier. But why are my eyes still watering? I am confused and scared. Come back please, Darla. Please. Save me from this torment.

Yours lovingly,

H

12C, Heatherdowne Street, Dorset - 40015

December 24th

My dearest darling,

I have come to terms with the fact that my life is colourless without you. You were the only one who made me feel anything. I can not keep living this way any longer. I can hear the children singing carols outside, and the snow continues to fall.

If you were here, we would be sitting in front of our fireplace, sharing a cup of hot cocoa. You would plead with me to let the children outside in so that they could have some of your cookies. Or maybe we would be in France, and you would feed me those delicious pastries they have there. I never cared for the Christmas cheer. You did. Now, I am sitting at my desk, writing this note to you with a revolver at my side.

I decided to do this a few days back. Life is not fair, and I don’t think I can ever spend a Christmas without you. After this, we will be together with you again and then we will spend every moment together forever and ever.

Mrs. Gavinns has been a sweetheart and I gave her half of all my belongings. The woman jumped up and down in joy, I tell you, when I told her she will get some gifts from me tomorrow. You know me, I was always a bit of a Scrooge. But I am afraid she will grieve for me too much to appreciate the gifts.

I will see you soon, my love, my darling Darla. Merry Christmas.

Yours forever and ever,

H

[this is a rlly short story lol i hope u like it :) ]

my brain when task of 2 minutes :

my brain when staring at a glowing rectangle for 8 hours straight :