I have tried,
tried to fix everything you have broken.

My heart,
which once was whole, but now is severed,
can no longer beat steady rhythms.
You seem to have left it in this state
where all it can manage
is a disjointed pattern, one that
not even the evilest
or the saddest of beings
could ever live with.

My friends,
they no longer long to see me,
no longer long to be with me
because I am sad,
and raw sadness is an emotion few have felt.
But I do not blame them,
for now, even when
I am with them, I am not
truly there, and it’s easier
for them to make excuses
than to deal with this mutilated version
that is supposedly me

My Mind,
which once was filled
with wondrous ideas,
and inquiring questions,
has become plagued with terrible thoughts,
and haunting answers, that
no soul would want to know about.
My subconscious, soaked in melancholy,
has seeped through the cracks and crevasses which once
did not exist.
And in this ocean of sorrow,
I find myself drowning.

I am trying,
trying to fix everything you have broken.
I sit in the ever growing darkness
that is night,
and I try to fix myself
so that maybe you will love me again.
Until then, I will spend every moonlit hour
struggling to amend my damaged entity,
while you lay in bed, unaware,
fast asleep.
—   ”I remember when this wasn’t about you,”   - Stephanie Mills

Cressida is a resident director from the Capitol who joined the rebellion along with her camera crew, Castor and Pollux, and her assistant Messalla, and headed to District 13 when they fled the Capitol. Cressida was told by Plutarch Heavensbee to follow Katniss Everdeen throughout her journeys in the rebellion so they could make numerous propos across Panem in order to encourage strength and morale in the rebels.

8

Going back to VidCon 2014, where he first announced TRXYE, the singer-songwriter told the audience that: “I feel like I’ve put so much of myself online to kind of share with all of you guys, and it makes my life. But I’ve always just kind of felt like there’s so much more that I have to give.”
“It’s just about kind of exposing things that I probably normally wouldn’t expose,” Sivan elaborated, adding that releasing the five-song EP will constitute “sharing my life in a more personal way than I’ve ever, ever done before.”

Palm Reading

Sesshomaru peered down at the crown of midnight black hair currently bowed over his hand. At the Miko’s insistence, and he suspected procrastination from her morning chores, she had offered to read his palm. A ridiculous whim which he had decided to indulge.

"Aha!" Kagome exulted, turning to the Daiyoukai with an impish grin—as if she had discovered a great secret. Perhaps she had. "This here," Kagome pointed to a tiny, faint cross mark on the mound that connected his thumb, "indicates that you harbor a deep, unrequited love!"


He blinked, a fine brow lifting in mild surprise. Well, the Miko might have some talent after all. Kagome took his passive silence as confirmation, her smile grew wide with scandal. 

"I’m right aren’t I? Oooh who could the unsuspecting woman be!" She crowed in delight, her hand coming up to her chin to stroke a mock beard in deep thought. "Who could have caught the eye of the Mighty Lord Sesshomaru and dare deny his suit?" 

The beginnings of a wry smirk tugged at his lips. Golden eyes took in the all too pleased miko through silver lashes. If she had bothered to see beyond what was in front of her…If she would only note the subtle way his fingers instinctively curled with the desire to catch her hand that still hovered above his palm—or to the way the fur of his mokomoko fell over her feet to warm her from the morning chill…she would have found the answer to her own question. 

It was already enough that she belonged to his brother; must her naivete also serve as a reminder? Unrequited indeed. 

"Hn. You are as blind as you are insightful," Sesshomaru huffed in amusement. His reply caused Kagome’s cheshire grin to melt into an adorable pout. One that, had she been paying attention, would have noticed how the Daiyoukai leaned slightly forward with the barely restrained impulse to kiss.

—-

Whoops. I drabbled.

More post-canon sesskagery.

Looking at Akihiro Yamada art while doodling at 3 AM every night yaaaah.

Feel free to use this “palm reading” prompt for your own shenanigans!

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