but i love this quote more then life

I used to think about things that would destroy me and what came to mind was if I said I love you and you didn’t say it back. But now I think what would destroy me more is if I didn’t even get a chance to get to that point with you. The point where I care about you so much that your words have the power to destroy me. Because that’s something that’s earned. Because being in love with someone is giving them the power to destroy you. And I want to give you that power.

I know she really loves me
even though she hasn’t said
it yet. She doesn’t have to
because she has this kind
of smile, the one that tells
me she loves me. She doesn’t
have to say it. She just has
to smile.

I know he really loves me
because he has told me
more than once. The
thing is I do not know
if I do. I just do not
know how to tell him that.
Whenever I want to
I just break down and

—  ck.writes (on Instagram)

anonymous asked:

If we're gonna have the feckbois doing Hamilton stuff than can we at least have Alex "I'd do anything for my sister" Danvers quoting Satisfied, Congratulations or The Reynolds Pamphlet like "I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind, I love my sister more than anything in this life, I will choose her happiness over mine every time." Like c'mon


dustyquartz  asked:

"I don't like the lightning" with Jungkook please? And thank you for making your blog and using it for writing rather than drama and other stuff. I hope you're having a lovely day, Iolite ♡

Thank you so much! I’ve been keeping this blog related to writing rather than personal life/tag/ask games as much as possible (part of the reason I just post the tag games all together rather than spamming you guys lol). Especially since you guys are here for writing and nothing more ^.^ I appreciate you all xx

ღ pick a BTS member and a fluffy quote!

To say you are tired is an understatement. Exhausted. Drained. Wearied. Or as your daughter likes to say, “pooped.”

You love her to bits and pieces, more than anyone could ever imagine. You love her when she’s running around the house with the fairy wings of her Halloween costume on, even if it’s April. You love her when she’s pouting like you do as her father, the charming man currently beside you, buttons up her rain jacket, for she would rather run around in the rain without it. You love her when she’s crying in the bathtub because she got soap in her eye during the split second you looked away to grab her favorite figurine to play with. And you love her when she falls asleep in bed without her bedtime story for the first time. 

And tonight you love her, even though you have no idea that she’s on her way to your bedroom where Jungkook just tired you out more than she ever has. With the thunderstorm barraging the windows, you both knew she wouldn’t hear you two, so Jungkook proposed the idea. He claimed you both needed to unwind in more ways than one, especially since it’s been so long. And, of course, you agreed with a quickly beating heart and needy hands that soon turned into your current position: both of you laying bare, tangled in the sheets and each other with the lightning illuminating the room occasionally through the rain. 

You’re both catching your breath, eyes only opening momentarily to take in your surroundings through the darkness. And as the lightning strikes again, you take in the slanted eyes peering through the open door, fear falling from them in the form of tears. Again, your heart rate kicks up as you wrap the thin sheet around your indecent appearance.

“Yeona?” you call, unsure if you really saw the 4-year old in the doorway.

“Mommy,” she whimpers through her self-made rain, “I don’t like the lightning.”

You swipe the silk robe from the chair beside the bed and swiftly clothe yourself, glancing over to Jungkook to make sure he’s doing the same. He’s already making his way to the trembling and crying toddler, shorts hugging his hips. He picks her up in his strong arms that she clings to instantly, whimpers filling the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, princess,” he whispers, bouncing her softly. “Wanna have a sleepover in the living room? Just the three of us and Mimi.” 

Yeona nods, giving a small “mhmm” you barely hear through the rain pelting the window. You double check that your robe is secure before grabbing the spare pillows and blankets from your closet and head into Yeona’s room for her favorite stuffed elephant, Mimi. You can’t help but love her even more with each passing moment, wanting nothing more than to protect her from her fears as much as Jungkook is. 

You love them both as the three – no, four – of you curl up in the pillow-blanket fort in the living room, all huddled together until the songs of sleep and soft storms lull you all into a comforting slumber.

The older I get
The more I want to be alone

The more stuff weighs me down
Seeping deep in my bones

The earlier I get up
The less I sleep

I enjoy staying in more
Then going out

I’ve learned tough lessons
But wisdom has also come from it

I’ve realized that you lose friends you’ve never thought you would

You’re life doesn’t turn out the way that you expected it too

But that I have to enjoy where I am and what I have

Because my time will come
I just have to be patient

—  Chapters from my life
And Try Again

A request from @gyanigummybear
I hope you like it, I wish you the best

Kick the ground where I laid
You won’t catch me falling down again
She clawed at my heart,
My stamina, my soul and brain
And still I start again
Nothing can hurt me
Not after you
Try and try and
Try once more
Third time’s the charm
But what would you know?
There’s sand in my shoes
My elbows are scuffed
But my ambition is stronger
With every kick it grows
Gathers me up
A little bit of belief
A long way to go alone
You took my friendships
But just watch
I’ll take the world

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.