Ymys Arlerdinkingus

whoever owns this account definitely drinks water at 3am and just stands there thinking

No one knows about Arlikas.
Not the way I do.
To everyone else, they’re just a name that passes through conversations, just another face in a crowded world. But to me, they’re every quiet thought I don’t say out loud, every feeling I’ve learned to hide behind normal words and practiced smiles.
I’ve memorized the little things without even trying—the way they exist so effortlessly, the way their presence lingers long after they’re gone. It’s in the smallest moments that it hits me the hardest, how much they mean to me, how deeply they’ve settled into places I never meant to share.
But I keep it to myself. Because some feelings feel too fragile to risk. Like if I let them out into the open, they’d lose their shape… or worse, disappear entirely. So I carry it quietly, letting it live in the spaces between what I say and what I wish I could.

im sorry arlikas i didnt mean it im so sorry oh my gosh im such an idiot god im such a screw up i cant so anything righ

arlikas more like buttlikas