dartie

Caro ragazzo di cui sono follemente innamorata,
Mi distruggi.
È inutile negare che ogni volta cerco il tuo sguardo.
Quando osservo i tuoi occhi il mio volto si abbassa verso terra.
Ti giuro,sto facendo di tutto pur di evitare i tuoi occhi.
Ho notato molto di te,sai?
Ho notato che ti ritrovi sempre solo fuori da scuola a fumare,così anche la mattina mentre aspetti il pullman.
Nonostante il mio odio verso il fumo,muoio dalla voglia di starti accanto quando sei solo.
Potrei darti tutto l'amore che ho.
Amo il tuo profumo,lo riconoscerei ovunque.
Come riconoscerei il tuo folle modo di camminare.
Fisicamente non sei il ragazzo più bello del mondo,sei basso e hai un volto particolare.
Ti osservo da lontano e non posso fare a meno di pensare che questa adolescenza vorrei passarla con te.
Ho notato molti aspetti di te.
Ho anche notato il tuo sguardo,che non è per me.
I tuoi occhi,che non guardano me.
Le tue labbra,che non baciano me.
Eppure continuo a volerti incondizionatamente.
Vorrei abbracciare te e tutta la tua semplicità.
Sono innamorata di te,sai?
Mi piacerebbe un tuo abbraccio.
Ecco cosa voglio in realtà.
Un tuo abbraccio,solo questo.
Chiedo troppo a questa vita.

E così anche questo viaggio si è concluso. Un viaggio iniziato nel 2010, quando ho scoperto per puro caso questa saga eccezionale, che mi ha dato tanto. Ho trovato un punto di riferimento in ciascuno di loro, prima al Campo Mezzosangue poi al Campo Giove. Ho combattuto con loro, prima contro i Titani poi contro i Giganti. Mi hanno insegnato tanto, mi hanno dato tanto e io gliene sono grata. Solo pensare che non ci saranno più attese, non ci saranno più epiche avventure da seguire ma solo da immaginare…fa male da morire. Come fa un libro a darti tanto? Dopo 5 anni forse la domanda è un'altra: come fai a lasciare i tuoi amici, la tua famiglia dopo così tanto tempo? Non lo so. So solo che in realtà non la lascio del tutto, sarà sempre li a farmi rivivere tutto da capo. Tutte le emozioni, sogni, risate, pianti che ho già affrontato e che torneranno come se fosse la prima volta. Sono cresciuta con quel dodicenne che nemmeno si accorgeva di quanto era importante. E ora concludo il viaggio in compagnia di quel dodicenne ormai grande e altri amici. Grazie Rick, grazie per averci regalato questa meraviglia, per avermi fatto trovare una famiglia per niente normale ma migliore di altre. Per avermi concesso un posto da eroe tra tanti valorosi eroi. The seven greatest of our generation

Se abitavamo vicino
Io ti citofonavo tutti i
giorni per guardarti
gli occhi e poi me ne
andavo per non
darti fastidio
magari coniugando
male i verbi
tanto gli occhi
rimanevano belli.
- brondi

anonymous asked:

Le persone si alzano la mattina e decidono di non volerti più nella tua vita, spariscono senza darti una spiegazione e io ti capisco

e tu rimani da sola con tutto quello che avresti voluto fare assieme, sogni e progetti, che con il tempo dovrai spegnere, spegnendoti anche un p’ò tu.

Gif Attack for My Dartie. ;-}

Is this eloquent enough of my opinion of Le Petite Morte?, dartie? ;-}

(pretend that’s Charming and Snow instead of James and Jack)

Actually…DON’T!!!! XD LOL! ;-D


And Red cockblocking…

Who loved that?

Well, My Dartie? ;-}

Hero

He had always wanted to be a hero, though he figured that wasn’t so uncommon amongst boys. Men were heroes and women were princesses, that’s how it was. His entire life, he had longed to be like the heroes in the movies and comic books; he wanted to save people, help them. He wanted to be the one people looked up to and admired, not averted their eyes and cowered from. No, he never wanted to be feared. Not until he feared himself.

Each day he would assure himself that he could be a hero and he could be the person he wanted to be. Once he reached high school, the days grew longer and more trying. Soon, he abandoned his dream as his self-doubt and then self-fear set in and engulfed his mind. He no longer wasted time on his silly fantasy, deciding to just live as a lowly peasant and fight for some standing amongst the simpletons.

He grew heavier as time passed; spirit weighed down as his tattered dream dragged behind him, gathering the debris of his struggles as he tried to rid himself of it. It plagued him. He would lie awake at night thinking of it and how he had strayed far from the path he had meant to take. He hurt others, he hindered their strides forward, and people feared him. At times, these thoughts would bring tears to his eyes as a war waged on in his chest.

Yes, he had even wanted to save a damsel in distress and whisk her away into the sunset. The notion only brought on further resentment. He couldn’t save anyone. Even if he could save a damsel, what then? There would be no sunset for them, no happily ever after. A proclamation of gratitude and he would leave the damsel to find her prince as he went on alone.

It took him until his senior year to realize something of great importance. He didn’t need to save a damsel, he needed saving. And though heroes don’t normally save other heroes, he finally knew it was possible. He needed saving as much as he needed to save another.

He, Dave Karofsky, would be a hero.

He had already trudged through a thick mass of panic, doubt, and self-hatred to reach a better lit path and now he was helping others and keeping them safe, he even saw less fear in those around him. His dream was being polished and drawn closer.

There wasn’t much he was sure about still, but he had a lighter heart and a more eased mind. He didn’t know how to save someone nor did he know how they were to save him, but he carried on with a watchful eye. Everyone needed a bit of saving, Dave found, and he wouldn’t deny anyone the chance to be a hero.

Over time, he found him: his hero, his prince. It was a surprise when he actually realized this, but he embraced it. It was a slow process, this mutual saving, nothing like storming the castle and defeating the evil villain. Nonetheless, they were rescued and soon found themselves at the point where they ought to ride off into the setting sun. Dave braved up and strode forward to assert this. To his surprise, and joy, his prince embraced him.

His prince had been someone unexpected, but then again he supposed that was another common occurrence in these tales. He had barely talked to the boy before, he had even been a part of his torment, but the day he stopped others from harassing him was the day they formed a tentative connection. This connection grew stronger and more solid as their friendship grew and soon the rescue mission was in effect.

His hero, Artie Abrams, had helped him reel in his dream and shape it into a cloak which he wore with humble pride. He had brought him to a better understanding of himself and allowed him to be just Dave.

Finally, Dave was a hero, he was a hero with his own hero and he found a peace settle over him.

He was a hero.