*whispers* im sorry

And it feels like all that comes out of my mouth are apologies.
    I’m sorry.
I never do anything right, I am always messing something up.
   I’m sorry.
I don’t do enough for people, I’m not good enough sometimes.
   I’m sorry.
But I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to do things right for you.
   I’m sorry.
I want to be good enough for you, but I’m just so tired of trying.
   I’m just so tired of saying sorry.
—  sorry for being the apologetic one

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TRACKLIST
Genghis Khan - Miike Snow
Do You - Spoon
Ghost (Oliver Nelson Remix) - Ella Henderson
Come Around - Cole Sipe
Love You Madly - Cake
Drugs - Private Island
Infinity - Ark Patrol
Finally - Trevor Wesley
Ghosting - Mother Mother
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
We’re Beautiful - ABSRDST & Diveo
Careless Whisper (YeahRight! Remix) - George Michael

Hi my name is Vax’ness Dark’ildan Dementia Raven Vessar and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like my twin Vex’ahlia (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to the Raven Queen but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m half-elf but my ears are long and pointy. I have pale white skin. I’m also a mercenary, and I’m part of a band called Vox Machina where I stab people. I’m a rogue (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing my armor called deathwalker’s ward with black raven wings three black cloaks and my snake belt named Simon. I was carrying my poison dagger and my dagger of life-stealing. I was walking outside Syngorn. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My dad stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

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I feel like an empty cup.“ She told me through the phone. She sniffled and her voice cracked. She was crying. But she didn’t want me to know. "I give and I give. But I never get anything back.”

And I didn’t know what to tell her. And that just made it worse.

Because I was supposed to know what to tell her. All I could say was “ I know. I know.” Over and over again, like a broken record.

“I’m sorry.

—  N.C // A half empty cup.
  • Friend: Hey, whisper to me
  • Me: what? Why???
  • Friend: Just do it!
  • Me: What should I whisper?
  • Friend: a n y t h i n g
  • Me:
  • Me: *whispers to her ear*
  • Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again.
  • Friend:
  • Friend: holy shit wer did u get that poetic shit?

anonymous asked:

"I'm glad I met you, I hope you know that." nkmk

A/N: Warning of violence.


She felt cold, but her body didn’t shiver. She could feel the cement underneath her, her skin stabbing into the gravel of the ground, a sticky liquid going down her arm. It hurt; everything hurt but at the same time, she felt nothing. She didn’t understand this kind of pain; it was almost like she was imagining the whole thing.

But that voice calling out to her is not something she could imagine; the voice she so desperately loved and always wanted to save. The voice she could pick out of any crowd; the one that made her heart flutter for days. It was always strong, happy, never one to back down.

“Please!”

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She sat on the couch, hugging herself so tightly as if it was how she was holding herself together.“ I’m fine.” She whispered, almost to herself. “ I’m fine.” She whispered through her tears. It’s almost as if she doesn’t know how to speak, how to form words of how she is feeling. So instead she whispers “ I’m fine.” Over and over again until those two words are true.

And all you can do is hold her and wipe her tears away. All you can do is be there for her because thats the only thing that will help her. 

She isn’t fine right now, but she will be.

—  I’m fine.

They don’t understand you. 

They don’t understand how much you try to be what every one wants, that sometimes you forget who you are. They don’t understand that you have remind yourself to enjoy the simple things, to sit and watch the sunset instead of worrying about tomorrow. They don’t understand why you would rather read a book with earl grey tea then watch your favorite tv show on netflix. They don’t understand how much power a simple word holds, they don’t know how much damage can be caused by a string of words and how you hope they never find out. They don’t understand how you don’t know how to speak when it gets hard because your were raised to sit still and be quiet.

They don’t understand. I’m sorry.

anonymous asked:

*whispers* on nights when the power is out Sherlock and Rosie build a fort in the living room as John starts a fire. Then they grab some flash lights and books and read to each other all night. When it's late and Rosie has fallen asleep Sherlock likes to have John teach him about the stars and space.

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