Hard Part Of Having No Friends Is Having No One To Ask For Suggestions On Something.

small things to add to a hand written letter:

a teabag of your favourite tea

heart shaped note with cute drawings

stickers on the outside of the letter, and inside

handmade paper doll

small print or postcard

a sketch or a little painting or a poem

glitter or sequins or pearls or buttons

small candies or bubblegum

cut out magazine pictures or articles

folded paper, like origami

textile like small ribbons or clothing patches

coins or flat things found in a souvenir shop

pressed flower or leaf

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

No texture studies by John Stone

It hurts when you notice that the people close to you are slowly drifting away. And no matter how hard you try to not let them, they still do.

Delicate | 180602

Did the people became more annoying or I just became grumpier?

Hi! If you’re incredibly lonely and need someone to talk to, my ask is open to hear you out.

Sat, Feb 20, 2021 - Sun, Feb 21, 2021 (Hah. I wrote this at 11 PM and finished at 12 AM.)

Have you ever envied people because they have group of friends? Their bond: the meet ups, group dates, group pictures, tagging on social medias because they somehow reminded them of this thing, and the way they talk to each other—yes, the comfortability.

Because I have. And I dislike it. I dislike feeling this way. It reminds me of how much of a loner I am—which shouldn't seem negative but it feels like it.

I don't have friends, and I say it's my fault. I am so asocial. Searching up my name results to the synonyms cold, dismissive, bitch-faced, nerd. Or may be, looking it up results to nothing at all because I am just no one. I am a nobody.

I want to have friends. But thinking about it now, it's impossible.

The kinds of friends I want? The extroverted ones. And extroverts seem to not like introverts. According to them, us, introverts are plain, boring, awkward, stoic. We are not fun to be with.

That's why it's really impossible to have what I want.

Imagine having a group photo where everyone else is posing so carefree, so chaotic and... there's me, standing straight, posing a peace sign, with an of course, awkward smile. Really not nice, right?

So what I'm saying is... I don't know. Really. Just why can't I have friends like that? Why can't I experience those things?

Maybe, my friends are really just books. Only that, I can't converse to them verbally. I can't share foods with them. Laugh together—because it would be so weird if books really laugh with me.

Hmm-mm. Friends.

...

...

Didn't I just wish earlier to be away with people?

Shit.

Drawing a lot of sci-fi garden/home backgrounds for work lately~ ✨

I don't know why but whenever I get to be kind to people, I then feel so light. It feels so... rewarding. Only that—you know—it seems so wrong to feel that emotion because seriously, I show them kindness not because I am kind but because I just don't want to seem rude.

I can straight up say, "Okay."

But instead, I say, "Okieeee!"

And oh, dear, whenever they reply with the same intensity of kindness or sometimes, even more than you offered, you feel like... like... what is the word? It's something like oh-you-are-so-precious-let-me-give-you-a-hug~ or oh-my-here-is-my-love-accept-it-for-you-it-is-free~

Humans sometimes really fascinates me. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤