<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>A place for Youi’s occasional fanfics, random original pieces and whatnot. Mostly Kingdom Hearts fics.For archive and ask, find the little cog on the top left corner of this page.</description><title>Silent screams of the heart</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @missyoui)</generator><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Dimitri
I am the biggest hypocrite in the world. But then again, isn&amp;#8217;t everyone&amp;#160;?
Why is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimitri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the biggest hypocrite in the world. &lt;br/&gt;But then again, isn&amp;#8217;t everyone&amp;#160;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why is it that people who are in love act crazy&amp;#160;? They have the most bewildering ideas, the most impossible scenarios playing out in their heads, imagining a future that may never come. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll admit, I used to hate seeing those stars in someone else&amp;#8217;s eyes, the way they had some idiotic smile plastered across their face for something that wasn&amp;#8217;t might not have even been real.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sad thing is, you don&amp;#8217;t even notice that you&amp;#8217;re being crazy. &lt;br/&gt;All of a sudden, it hits you without even realizing it and suddenly, everybody around you starts to get moody, depressing,dark.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s not real D. Just a delusional dream.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Remember to stay grounded D.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t think she thinks of you in that way man.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alex&amp;#8217;s words of wisdom have never hurt so much, cut so deep; normally I agree with them, as cynical as they are, they are &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;honest&lt;/em&gt;, all of the things that I fail to be sometimes, forever picturing the Eden of the world in place of this twisted limbo between Heaven and Hell we&amp;#8217;re stuck in.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe that&amp;#8217;s why they hurt&amp;#160;? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The best insults are always the truth, because it&amp;#8217;s undeniable in the end. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I shake my head like a five year old, unwilling to believe that he&amp;#8217;s right. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;No. You just can&amp;#8217;t see it, it&amp;#8217;s there. Tani and me have something.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alex looks at me sadly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;D, I can&amp;#8217;t help you with this. You need to realize that there&amp;#8217;s nothing to see.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see myself in my own body, and my mind tells me I&amp;#8217;m acting like an imbecile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;But for some reason, I don&amp;#8217;t pay any attention to it and keep shaking my head at Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alex, who never says anything unless he&amp;#8217;s 100% sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see myself being stupid, but half my mind is telling me Alex is just being pissy because he&amp;#8217;s recently lost this particular game, because he&amp;#8217;s jealous, because of a million other crazy reasons that make scary perfect sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Logic tells me it&amp;#8217;s because he doesn&amp;#8217;t want to see me crash and burn like he did, but something else is screaming at me that he&amp;#8217;s wrong, that he &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to be wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What&amp;#8217;s &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; with me&amp;#160;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/49068171972</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/49068171972</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 15:06:40 +1000</pubDate><category>MissYoui</category><category>original work</category><category>poor D</category></item><item><title>Tonight&amp;#8217;s epiphany; there&amp;#8217;s no point in being scared. Just go for it, and if it...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Tonight&amp;#8217;s epiphany; there&amp;#8217;s no point in being scared. Just go for it, and if it doesn&amp;#8217;t work, be thankful that you weren&amp;#8217;t going to be stuck in something that you would have regretted. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I always knew Dimitri was loving and caring, but I&amp;#8217;d always hesitated in showing anything but my perfectionist image to him, determined to never let his opinion of me fall anything below the archer who always aimed high and never missed. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was always so &lt;em&gt;open&lt;/em&gt;, so brave, so carefree. Never hesitating, always going for the kill even if it meant he&amp;#8217;d tumble and fall.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess I have a lot to learn from him. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For so long, I&amp;#8217;d always wanted to return that trust to him, but I&amp;#8217;d always failed, so damn scared of him suddenly turning away in disgust. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why&amp;#160;? When he&amp;#8217;d never shied away from any of that, &lt;em&gt;why&amp;#160;? &lt;/em&gt;When all he&amp;#8217;d ever said to me were things like &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Love you Tani, you crazy girl&amp;#8221; &lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Take care Tani, alright?&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fear makes us do strange things, think stranger things. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/49006276582</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/49006276582</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 00:07:21 +1000</pubDate><category>MissYoui</category><category>original work</category><category>be fearless in life</category></item><item><title>What is it about the human mind that makes us jump to the worst conclusions when faced with...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;What is it about the human mind that makes us jump to the worst conclusions when faced with uncertainty&amp;#160;? Is it some kind of defence mechanism to soften the blow when it actually hits us&amp;#160;? Or are we all just secret pessimists deep down&amp;#160;? Is it because we all understand our darkest flaws and know everyone else has to have the same issues&amp;#160;?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48843025826</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48843025826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 19:03:14 +1000</pubDate><category>MissYoui</category><category>original drabble</category></item><item><title>Mend my pride baby, it hurts. 
Time heals a broken heart; but what fixes a broken pride&amp;#160;? What...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Mend my pride baby, it hurts. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time heals a broken heart; but what fixes a broken pride&amp;#160;? What could put back together a crushed ego&amp;#160;?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48689832434</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48689832434</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:45:09 +1000</pubDate></item><item><title>Face the world fearlessly; laugh in the face of death with the promise of being buried a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Face the world fearlessly; laugh in the face of death with the promise of being buried a legend. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Will we live on in the memories of those who love us&amp;#160;?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48606980824</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48606980824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 21:56:51 +1000</pubDate><category>MissYoui</category><category>drabbles of a ShiningSuccess</category><category>death</category><category>brave</category><category>promise</category><category>legend</category><category>love</category><category>memories</category><category>fearless</category><category>pretty much repeating everything in tags</category></item><item><title>So we&amp;#8217;re from different worlds. Ok, fine. 

I just wish we&amp;#8217;d get over it, but due to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So we&amp;#8217;re from different worlds. Ok, fine. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just wish we&amp;#8217;d get over it, but due to certain people being very persistent about it because it&amp;#8217;s the only link they have, it is repeatedly shoved in my face again and again. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No, I&amp;#8217;m not about to say that&amp;#8217;s ok, but there&amp;#8217;s nothing I can do about it, and that&amp;#8217;s fine. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just wish we could leave those worlds once in a while and go find our own place; just for a little bit. &lt;br/&gt;A little slice of peace, just a little one. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That would be ok, wouldn&amp;#8217;t it&amp;#160;?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48494204897</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48494204897</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 13:30:41 +1000</pubDate><category>drabbles of a ShiningSuccess</category><category>MissYoui</category><category>omg what is this sentimental shiz that just came out of my fingers</category></item><item><title>He could hear her sigh as her arms wrapped around him, tracing the lines of his skin with the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He could hear her sigh as her arms wrapped around him, tracing the lines of his skin with the softest touch of a fingertip.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you, Desdemona?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A siren&lt;br/&gt; or&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt; a common prostitute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48436781982</link><guid>http://missyoui.tumblr.com/post/48436781982</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Apr 2013 23:59:32 +1000</pubDate><category>MissYoui</category><category>my original work</category><category>snippet</category></item></channel></rss>
