all of this will go away in a few days

Have a great day!

Yeah, just that! You all should have the best day possible!
If you’re feeling sick, it will go away. If you’re tired, just get done what has to be done and then cuddle up and sleep. Sometimes, we need some time for ourselves.
If you’re tired of living or just sad and exhausted, then remember: This will all go away soon. There are periods in our lives when we feel like nothing works. Like we’re not worth anything. But remember, you’re worth more than one could count! Your impact on the world is as important as the ones from the person you admire. 
And now, go on. If you’re struggling, you will get out of where you are. 

Sometimes, we can’t be happy at that exact moment, but we can and will be in the near future. So go on. Have a wonderful day. As wonderful as the day can be. And when you’ve done that, don’t think you wasted your time with little things. Just try to be happy.
Spend time with your friends or alone. Just like you want in right now. You’re all amazing and important and loved. Never forget. 

I apologize profusely for my inactivity. Only a few days ago, I ran away from home. I was fed up with being abused. I decided it will be better to escape that and stick it out on my own now. I’m only 18, but at least I’m 18.

I don’t want to beg for money but if that becomes the case, you may see a Go Fund Me from me in a couple of months, depending on my financial situation and how safe I am.

It’s been rough. I hope you all are well.

- Grey

The White Dress.

This story is about my friends MIL, and her wedding. Strap in guys, this is a wild ride in which I did THE THING that got me banned from any of her family functions. (Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm)

A good friend of mine from university was getting married! They had been a couple since Junior year of college, through her 2 years in the peace corps and currently her return to this continent. 6 years in total. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her MIL secretly hates her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside.

Point 1: She is vegetarian and jewish, husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides, as well she brought a vegetarian casserole. MIL, after knowing her for THREE years, and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget friend doesn’t eat meat…proceeded to put meat in every dish. Friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while MIL cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking.

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A Window View - Peter Parker

request -  Can you do a peter x stark!reader where when he first meets her, she’s sleeping on Tony’s couch in a weird way when Tony’s about to introduce peter to her. Peter just finds it absolutely adorable and when she wakes up and sees peter she gets all awkward while getting off the couch and trips a little. Btw love your blog its amazing. Everything on her is absolutely amazing

a/n - thank you so much for 3k!!! all of the love and support i’ve been getting has made me so grateful, thank you for everything :) hopefully this fic isn’t too trashy and a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The alarm on my phone rang at an amazingly annoying tone for the third time during a 20 minute period. The sun was just peeking through the windows into the living room, having the awakened chatter of the city commence at this hour. The tower was beginning to wake up as the sun rose higher into the sky, while I was doing the complete opposite.

I groaned, lifting my head and scrambling for my phone that was on the coffee table. It was nearly 10 AM, but I didn’t know, and I also didn’t care. I was up until two o’clock in the morning the night before, studying for a test that I would be having later this evening. I seemed to have become so concentrated that my head was on top of my History textbook, having the page still open to the same one from last night.

Shut up.” I hissed at my phone, squinting at the screen as I turned the alarm off. I hummed in content as I turned my head back around, grabbing my pencil pouch and cuddling it close to my body as I fell back asleep. Considering my situation, and just how lazy I became, I just really didn’t give it a second thought these days. No one would be up here until noon most days, so I was content with it.

I was already too deep in my slumber to hear the doors slide open, only to have my father and someone else come in.

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being best friends with jimin

Originally posted by poisonisvy

  • you guys would meet through hoseok
  • hoseok would bring you to one of his practices when he was a trainee
  • you and jimin just clicked instantly, having the same sense of humour
  • your frienship would be filled with a lot of skinship
  • hugs
  • petting.
  • playing with eachothers hair
  • you squishing his cheeks every second
  • holding hands
  • he would also be very flirty with you
  • “hey y/n i’m going for a shower, want to join?”
  • “ill have to pass.”
  • him pouting when you reject him
  • you guys starting and watching tv shows together
  • listening to music together
  • you calling him chimchim
  • him calling you cute
  • you getting jealous of his lips
  • stealing his shirts to wear on your lazy days
  • you guys always hanging around with v and jungkook
  • jimin getting jealous when you start to talk to jungkook more than him
  • jimin cocking an eyebrow at tae when he gets too friendly with you
  • once a week you go over to the boys’ dorm to have a movie night
  • jimin almost always falling asleep on your lap or shoulder
  • you taking jimin to bed afterwards
  • him making you sleep with him
  • “jimin, no, i have to go.”
  • “but y/nnnn it’ll be cold without you here.”
  • “ugh fine.”
  • you making fun of his height even though he’s taller than you by an inch
  • him trying to skip meals in front of you but you forcing him to eat bc food is great
  • dragging you to practice with him so you can watch him dance
  • you constantly reminding him that he is the perfect weight
  • him constantly reminding you that you’re beautiful
  • the older boys actually loving when you came over because you can actually calm down the maknae line and hoseok
  • you mocking him about his hair flips
  • making him sing to you with that angelic voice of his
  • when the boys and him announced that they were going on tour within the next two weeks, he was at your apratment every day when he was done practice
  • ordering pizza late at night
  • you guys falling asleep watching the tv show you just started getting into and waking up with a sore back the next morning
  • you going along for the ride with the boys to the airport
  • you trying not to cry but a few tears slip
  • jimin brushing your tears away with a sorrowful eyes
  • you hugging goodbye to all of the boys but holding jimin for a while longer 
  • when they actually started playing shows the other boys noticed how strange jimin was acting
  • he would stay in his hotel room a lot and fake laugh
  • he wanted to call you
  • and you wanted to call him but there was a time difference 
  • you practically going insane in your aprtment without hearing his voice in such a long time
  • you always wearing his shirt that he left you
  • hoseok hearing jimin cry quietly at night
  • jimin finally telling hoseok whats wrong after several minutes
  • i just miss y/n a lot hyung. i think i might be in love with her.” 
Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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books meme: [2/9] nine otps

ty blackthorn and kit herondale (the dark artifices)

“Just words I like,” he said. “If I say them to myself, it makes my mind—quieter. Does it bother you?”

“No!” Kit said quickly. “I was just curious what words you liked.”

Ty bit his lip. For a moment, Kit thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all. “It’s not the meaning, just the sound,” he said. “Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt.” He glanced away from Kit, a shivering figure in his too-large hoodie, his black hair absorbing moonlight, giving none of it back.

“Whisper would be one of mine, too,” said Kit. He took a step toward Ty, touched his shoulder gently. “Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.”

“Blackthorns,” said Ty, with a dazzling smile, and Kit knew, in that instant, that whatever he’d been telling himself about running away for the past few days had been a lie. He wasn’t leaving the Shadowhunters. He wasn’t going anywhere. Because where the Blackthorns were, was his home now.

BTS Mafia Reaction: When their pregnant wife tries to leave them to protect their unborn child

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EXO


Jin/Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

You have never seen this scary side of him until he found out about your plan.

“No no no, baby girl, that’s not how this works.”


Park Jimin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You bumped into him when you were about to go out.

“Where do you think you’re going? Are you seriously trying to take our child away from me?”


V/Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by donewithjeon

You were waiting for a cab to take you to the train station but instead Taehyung showed up. He got out and opened the car’s door for you.

“Get in. We need to talk.”


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by yoonseok

When he found out that you ran away because you were pregnant, he couldn’t believe your stupid decision. He gathered all his men.

“You have to find her. Fast. She’s not safe out there.”


Suga/Min Yoongi

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

He would be so irritated.

“We’re going to have a child and the first thing you come up with is running away?”


J-Hope/Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by gotjhope

When he found you missing a few days after you told him, to say that he was annoyed would be an understatement.

“Aish, that girl has been nothing but trouble since day one.”


Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by smallkpoplove

his hair 😂

You never really had a chance to run away as he was already way too protective of you.

“Jagi, you must understand that no where is safe for you and our child except here with me.”


A/N: EXO coming up next, probably tomorrow 😃

Basically, The Story of Warframe

Giant sentient space biorobot mom adopts hundreds of traumatised kids with strange powers, convinces them to slaughter their slave masters and go to bed for a few hundred years.

Cut to present day where we’ve been booted out of bed by the potato people empire and shot at by fridge-wearing bankers, space uncle Teshin helps save us from being body snatched by the elderly while Space zombie virus runs out of control because Salad V fucked up,

space mom is busy keeping us away from Grandpa “destroyer of worlds” Hunhow, who hates kids and our edgy amnesiac? brother keeps trying to kill us.

All while absentee Void Dad is now trying to reconnect with “it’s” estranged kids and make up for lost time and that unpaid child support.

Welcome to warframe

dutch gothic
  • You go to HEMA for office supplies. You go to HEMA for bed sheets. You go to HEMA for bread. You go to HEMA always, for everything, every day. There is no other shop. There is only HEMA.

  • You cycle to school. You cycle to HEMA. You cycle to your friends. You cycle to the big city closest to your tiny town. You cycle to the train station. You cycle to your grandparents. Your bike has broken down more times than you can count, yet, you keep cycling.

  • You take public transport to somewhere too far away to cycle. You’re inexplicably unnerved by this fact. You look out the window and you spot a mill on green stretches of land. You see another mill and another mill and another. You’re approaching the city center. Still, you see mills. You accept this, as everyone seems to do.

  • You enter Utrecht central station. You wonder if you are on an airport. You walk along the platforms, heading for platform 1. You don’t notice 6 and 10 and 13 are missing: no one ever does. And if they do, they don’t question this. Hours pass. You’re still walking toward platform 1. You thank god NS makes sure the trains are always late, so you’ll make it just in time. You arrive at the platform. “+10” it days on the sign. You sigh. You wait another 10 minutes and look again. “+20”, it says.

  • At the end of the basis school you take The Test. Your parents are more nervous than you. They tell you this Test dictates your entire future. The news tells you the same in a grave, slightly more ominous voice. You’re twelve years old.

  • When you’re in middelbare school, you notice the seniors suddenly disappear for approximately two weeks each year to perform a secret ritual in the largest room of the building. There are signs outside of this room warning you not to enter. You are frightened as the years pass, senior year coming increasingly closer; your fate uncertain as you finally enter the Forbidden Room. You cry. It’s the two most nerve-wrecking weeks of your life.

  • Everyone wants to go on holiday to the united states. Only a few chosen (read: rich) go. You ask them how it was and they tell you strange tales of shops other than HEMA, such as “target” and “costco”; of guns on display in supermarkets; how no one owns a bike. You stare, shaken, in disbelief and shock.

  • It’s the first real day of summer. It’s 20°C and kind of cloudy. You go to the beach. Everyone goes to the beach. You’re stuck in traffic for hours: everyone is headed for the same beach.

  • When you get to the beach, the water is cold as ice and there are jellyfish in the water. There are jellyfish on the sand. There are jellyfish in that shallow pool over there. There are jellyfish everywhere. You come back the next day. The jellyfish have vanished.

  • You’re sitting in the sun under a half broken windscreen. A few meters away, a boy is digging a hole. This means that the boy is german, you’ve learned. You look to your left. There, another german man digging a hole. And another. You smile ruefully. What would the beach be without germans digging holes? This is all very normal.

  • You go on holiday to another country. People think you’re german. You’ve accepted this. People always think you’re german. I’m Dutch, you say. They don’t understand. They laugh. You’re from germany right? They ask.

  • Stroopwafels seem to have built an international reputation. Foreigners adore them. You don’t understand. They’re cookies. Very good ones, yes. But the adoration for anything Dutch is something you cannot grasp.

  • There is a song about a guy named Herman reading in the newspaper that the man he’d sold his car to has crashed it and died. Everyone think Herman is dead, though. This makes him very happy. No one questions this fact. No one wonders if he tells his family he’s alive. No one asks who identified the body. Everyone knows the lyrics to this song.
Be A Good Girl - Smut

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,294
AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.


To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.

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Punk (Chap. 11)

Originally posted by coporolight

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, battle related injuries/casualties/mayhem

A/N:  My sincere apologies for how long this has taken.  I’ve been dealing with some personal things and, quite frankly, it took away all desire to write.  I hope you like this chapter, the photo with the shield later on in the story is actually the inspiration for the entire series.  So you can get inspiration from anywhere :)  I want to thank everyone who stuck around waiting and who has been so helpful and kind to me.  Also, I’m very excited to continue writing more chapters!  Thank you for your continued patience.

As always, feedback is always appreciated.  Please let me know how the ‘action’ plays out as I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling.  Thanks!



Your face fell in horror, but you seemed to be the only one moving, the rest of the world seemed to be stuck in some sort of time lapse.  Bucky was still just crouching there, holding the boy, with that stupid, beautiful smile still plastered to his face, not yet seeing the danger, not yet registering your alarm.

No no no no no no NO!  Your mind was screaming the words as you tore your gaze away from the scene.  The man was getting closer.  NO!

You bolted forward, shoving the woman into the alley screaming for Bucky to run, ripping your vocal chords in the process. Your legs felt like they were trudging through molasses, like some force was pulling you back, weighing you down. And each step on the pavement felt like an elephant stomp making the ground shake.  But it was as if you weren’t moving any closer.  But you had to.  You had to.   Because what was about to happen could. not. happen.

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 05 - Stand by the Second Son

Jyushimatsu: Yuuuum! More oden, please! 

Chibita: Ok. 

Osomatsu: Yep, oden tastes great again today. I’m glad we came all this way to eat it. 

Choromatsu: Chibita, hot sake, please. Oden does go well with it, doesn’t it? 

Chibita: ….You jerks, you brought enough money to pay for everything this time, didn’t you? 

Karamatsu: Heh… money? There is no meaning in attaching a price to the fantastic cosmos known as oden. 

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Playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Implied smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,491 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?


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Happy Birthday Hailey

It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation. 

Happy Birthday! xx



“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.

Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give him something, I just don’t know what.”

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“Where did the coffee table go ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just something short and stupid written in 5 minutes during my lunch break.  Didn’t proof read (I never do, I never can re-read anything I wrote so like meh) so sorry about any awful mistakes. Sometimes, I have really shitty ideas haha, hope you’ll still kinda like it though ^^’ :

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“The mysterious case of the disappearing furnitures by detective/Batman’s partner Richard John Grayson, 8 and a half years old : 

Recently noticed that furnitures around Wayne Manor have gone missing.

_Suspects : Bruce Wayne, (Y/N) Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth or a stranger. 
_Motive for Bruce Wayne : reminds him of his parents so he’s changing them ? But that wouldn’t explain why they’re changed on a regular basis.
_Motive for (Y/N) Wayne : …I don’t know yet, but will find one, she’s too nice to me and maybe it’s a trick so we DON’T suspect her ? Maybe she has a huge furniture dealing web out there in Gotham ! 
_Motive for Alfred Pennyworth : Less to clean.
_Motive for “stranger” : Those furnitures must be expensive, selling them might be good, but then why does Bruce not react ? Maybe it’s a mind trick that stranger is playing on Bruce, getting rid of every pieces of furniture his parents bought ? 

All of the suspect have a motive, and a good one if I might say, and I will find what is happening to all those poor furnitures ! 

09/08/01, chest of drawers disappeared.
10/08/01, new chest of drawers arrived, Alfred rolled his eyes at it.
14/08/01, lawn table gone.
14/08/01, a bit later, saw Alfred took down a few pieces of Bruce and (Y/N)’s bed, the headboard I think.
18/08/01, started my interrogation : when I asked Bruce he became very pale and looked “horrified” (according to (Y/N) who entered, she said : “what’s that horrified face my heart ?”). I’m not sure what horrified means, but it doesn’t sound nice…maybe he feels guilty ? When I asked my questions about the broken and missing pieces of furniture to (Y/N), she just burst out laughing.
26/08/01, today, almost the entire living room was empty, I asked Alfred and he said he was remodeling…I think he doesn’t want to worries me about our furnitures being stolen.
01/09/01, Saw da Bruc Dad Bruce sneaking out with the a plank that I believe is from the coffee table in the living room…very suspicious”.

Smiling, Dick stops reading the clumsy handwriting he had when he was eight and puts down his old “very important cases” notebook back on his deck, sighing, nostalgic. 

Oh the good old days when he was the only “Batboy” (who was he kidding ? Dick knew that without little brothers his life would be boring. He makes a mental note though, to hide this forever from his brother’s sight, they would mock him too much for almost everything written in that thing).

“Where do all the furniture go ?” was his actual first case, and…oh ew, just thinking about what he discovered, a few years after he “opened the case”, where those furnitures went, was grossing him out. 

But he still couldn’t help but smile at his younger self. 

He was a rather cute kid wasn’t it ? His mom would agree.

His mom. 

“(Y/N) Wayne”, the woman who was “too nice, must be a trick”…Oh he was so wrong about that. You were nice because you were the best woman in the World. You were more than nice. You were…Oh man you were the best in everything ! Your hugs and soothing wordsgot him through so many difficult moments…

One of the only thing “bothering” him about you, was still kind of awesome.

It was so damn disgusting sometimes. But also overly adorable.

Your only “flaw” was to be too in love with Bruce, and vice versa. 

You two could be so gross when together, forgetting the world around you, kissing and embracing and EWWW ! 

Sometimes, your sons had to make sure you both knew they were here by making loud noises, and even then, more often than not, they’d be the one leaving the room rather than you two stopping being so goddamn in love. 

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Lance, Meet Lotor

So I saw a post about how Lotor doesn’t know what the paladins look like and vice versa and the whole ‘they could pass each other at the mall’ things stuck with me. So much so I wrote this:

They had to get supplies at a space mall. Lance had a list and everything, and thank god they convinced Coran to drop the disguises.

He hung back and let everyone else have their fun. Getting the supplies and shipping it to the Castle of Lions (apparently that was a service). Now he could have his own fun.

There was a spa and Lance needed to get in there for some well-deserved relaxation. Lance, using his flirtatious wiles on the female clerk and manages to flirt his way into an hour with a face mask and pedicure to go along with it. 

He was escorted into the back room and was seated next to a purple skinned white haired beauty and Lance begins to flirt relentlessly- the best part? It’s not uncomfortable and the guy is flirting back. It’s an hour of sharing and talking. Lance excitedly sharing stories about his friends (never giving out any details on the fact they were paladins of Voltron or that they were against the empire.)

And this other guy does the same (apparently one of his friends has a seeing eye-cat and another basically could crush Lance with her little finger and it would be an honor by the sound of it)

Near the end, Lance spilled a couple insecurities about how he doesn’t feel like he fits in with the cliche and where his new friend pats him on the shoulder.

“It sounds like you’re letting your fear define your loyalty to your friends Lance. Especially this ‘Azul’ (whom lance had described as a girlfriend that dumped him one day out of the blue moving on to ‘alice’) if they do not show you loyalty, why show it to them?”

Lance told him it’s more complicated than that.

“Times are changing. You can become someone great, and I have a feeling you WILL get the validation you deserve. You just need to choose who you’re loyal to wisely.” The words were heavy like the guy knows it’s not just about friends and rejection.

As they part to go their separate ways Lance almost forgot to ask his name and called out to the stranger.

White Hair gave a sparkling smile, “I am Lotor, your new Emperor, Lance. You should sign up to be a soldier, maybe I can pull a few strings.” He winked strutting away in style, quickly disappearing into the crowd. All of Lance’s happiness evaporated into tension. If not for the fact he hadn’t eaten that day he might throw up.

Lance doesn’t tell the team, he doesn’t wanna get called out on anything. The next time he boards red he thinks about loyalty, respect, and the fear that he had felt more appreciated by his supposed enemy in one Varga than he has in months with his team.

He thinks about home, the oceans, his family. He thinks about face masks and loyalty over fear.

Red sends some inquiring thoughts but Lance shakes it off, “it’s nothing red. Let’s just kick some Galra butt.” And if he’s keeping an eye out for a specific ship? It was totally to blow to pieces, and not check for its safety.

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UPDATE: 

there is now a SEQUEL!!! You can go look at it, here

Rotten Judgement - part 5

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,941 

Warnings: the usual

A/N: Thank you all for your comments and replies, it made my week :) This is the beginning of the end, hope you’ll like it!

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

Sitting on the edge of the basin that surrounded the Bethesda fountain, you looked up at the statue and tilted your head to one side, analysing it. The winged angel carried lilies in one hand as she pointed in your direction.

You walked past it almost every day, but you never took the time to look at it. Now that you knew angels were real, you wondered she had ever existed. You stared at it, your eyes intense, feeling like the statue was taunting you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you told the statue, “not everyone can be an angel.”

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