Melle Rouge
@mellerouge.bsky.social
Basically my public notes app—💀 Wishing you every happiness ❤️
If I die, delete my ChatGPT history
May 17, 2025 at 10:15 PM
If I die, delete my ChatGPT history
People don’t beg for pardons like they used to
May 17, 2025 at 10:12 PM
People don’t beg for pardons like they used to
Just a yapper girl yapping
April 5, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Just a yapper girl yapping
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Leaving Twitter whether you think it is or not is political. Not shopping target is political. Selling your Tesla, sharing history, divvying resources amongst community is political.
April 1, 2025 at 11:29 PM
Leaving Twitter whether you think it is or not is political. Not shopping target is political. Selling your Tesla, sharing history, divvying resources amongst community is political.
And now,
I wish you the best.
And by that, I mean:
may your wounds never heal,
may your tears never dry.
It’s your turn now.
I wish you the best.
And by that, I mean:
may your wounds never heal,
may your tears never dry.
It’s your turn now.
April 1, 2025 at 1:15 AM
And now,
I wish you the best.
And by that, I mean:
may your wounds never heal,
may your tears never dry.
It’s your turn now.
I wish you the best.
And by that, I mean:
may your wounds never heal,
may your tears never dry.
It’s your turn now.
Is it better to stop and go no where, or move forward with the possibility of somewhere?
March 24, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Is it better to stop and go no where, or move forward with the possibility of somewhere?
I do believe in fate actually. The chances of us meeting are so impossibly slim that’s it hard not to think everyone you meet is a sort of miracle really
March 23, 2025 at 5:43 PM
I do believe in fate actually. The chances of us meeting are so impossibly slim that’s it hard not to think everyone you meet is a sort of miracle really
She doesn’t want to text you, she wants to send you letters sprayed with her perfume, but you wouldn’t appreciate it
March 22, 2025 at 5:36 PM
She doesn’t want to text you, she wants to send you letters sprayed with her perfume, but you wouldn’t appreciate it
She doesn’t want to be asked out on a date, she wants to be rescued from her tower
March 22, 2025 at 5:34 PM
She doesn’t want to be asked out on a date, she wants to be rescued from her tower
She doesn’t want a hug, she wants the peace that comes with the sound of your heartbeat.
March 22, 2025 at 5:32 PM
She doesn’t want a hug, she wants the peace that comes with the sound of your heartbeat.
The odds are stacked like pins against me, but I’m pretty good at bowling.
March 22, 2025 at 5:26 PM
The odds are stacked like pins against me, but I’m pretty good at bowling.
They asked me, “What’s another way to say ‘I love you’?” And the answer came easily:
“I consider you—often, and always.”
“I consider you—often, and always.”
March 22, 2025 at 3:24 PM
They asked me, “What’s another way to say ‘I love you’?” And the answer came easily:
“I consider you—often, and always.”
“I consider you—often, and always.”
The most delicate and most powerful love language is simply this: to be considered.
March 22, 2025 at 3:18 PM
The most delicate and most powerful love language is simply this: to be considered.
I was never truly insane,
except on occasions… when the faintest sensations overstimulated me.
except on occasions… when the faintest sensations overstimulated me.
March 22, 2025 at 3:12 PM
I was never truly insane,
except on occasions… when the faintest sensations overstimulated me.
except on occasions… when the faintest sensations overstimulated me.
I was a happy child, a strange girl, and a conflicted woman.
March 22, 2025 at 2:55 PM
I was a happy child, a strange girl, and a conflicted woman.
I promise I’m not all sadness and dramatics; It’s just that the dark is full of whispers and the light needs no words, only a smile.
March 22, 2025 at 2:50 PM
I promise I’m not all sadness and dramatics; It’s just that the dark is full of whispers and the light needs no words, only a smile.
I didn’t want to be who I was,
for the same reason others never raised their hands in class. Unsure if they’d be right or wrong, and too afraid to find out.
for the same reason others never raised their hands in class. Unsure if they’d be right or wrong, and too afraid to find out.
March 22, 2025 at 2:41 PM
I didn’t want to be who I was,
for the same reason others never raised their hands in class. Unsure if they’d be right or wrong, and too afraid to find out.
for the same reason others never raised their hands in class. Unsure if they’d be right or wrong, and too afraid to find out.
In some places, mourning and celebration hold hands
March 22, 2025 at 2:38 PM
In some places, mourning and celebration hold hands
Another day, another grave for the person I was yesterday. I suppose I should host a party for the one I’ve become today. The cake will be a bit bitter, but undeniably sweet.
March 22, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Another day, another grave for the person I was yesterday. I suppose I should host a party for the one I’ve become today. The cake will be a bit bitter, but undeniably sweet.
If love were as necessary as food,
I would’ve starved to death long ago.
If betrayal burned as hot as fire,
my skin would be nothing but char.
I would’ve starved to death long ago.
If betrayal burned as hot as fire,
my skin would be nothing but char.
March 22, 2025 at 1:29 AM
If love were as necessary as food,
I would’ve starved to death long ago.
If betrayal burned as hot as fire,
my skin would be nothing but char.
I would’ve starved to death long ago.
If betrayal burned as hot as fire,
my skin would be nothing but char.
I don’t blame you for keeping your distance. Still, a soft and foolish part of me, keeps wishing you’d step closer anyway
March 22, 2025 at 1:22 AM
I don’t blame you for keeping your distance. Still, a soft and foolish part of me, keeps wishing you’d step closer anyway
My ultimate fantasy? Being able to openly care about others and being cared about in return
March 22, 2025 at 1:13 AM
My ultimate fantasy? Being able to openly care about others and being cared about in return
Perseverance is only true when it stands in the face of failure despite effort; and so, in its own way, is success.
March 21, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Perseverance is only true when it stands in the face of failure despite effort; and so, in its own way, is success.
I often feel like I’m trying so hard to make things better, and yet it’s still not enough. Such a thought feels heavy with defeat and hopelessness.
Perhaps, though it feels like punishment, it is actually a lesson:
that effort does not guarantee success, and we are not owed anything just for trying.
Perhaps, though it feels like punishment, it is actually a lesson:
that effort does not guarantee success, and we are not owed anything just for trying.
March 21, 2025 at 9:24 PM
I often feel like I’m trying so hard to make things better, and yet it’s still not enough. Such a thought feels heavy with defeat and hopelessness.
Perhaps, though it feels like punishment, it is actually a lesson:
that effort does not guarantee success, and we are not owed anything just for trying.
Perhaps, though it feels like punishment, it is actually a lesson:
that effort does not guarantee success, and we are not owed anything just for trying.
Im goth on the inside btw, Im just addicted to princess dresses
March 21, 2025 at 2:05 AM
Im goth on the inside btw, Im just addicted to princess dresses