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Why do you do that? You ask me as I lock the door another seven-eight, nine, nine times. Why do you do that? And I wish I could answer you, but I’m repeating the words in my head over and over and it’s too late to tell you now because you’re not patient enough and you leave. Why do you do that? I’m holding the scissors and I’m crying and you tell me to stop but what you probably don’t understand is that I can’t. Why do you do that? I’m tapping my feet and I’m tapping them harder, harder, harder until I’m stomping and I start to cry because I don’t know. I just don’t know. But all I know is I have to. And maybe if you’ve ever had to do something with the threat of your sanity put on the line, you’d understand why I do that.
—  poems ill never write

Sometimes we gotta be the bad guy, the cold-hearted one, because we understand that we have to do is what is better, what is right, instead of what we want, and we do it without hesitation. We give up to what we love, what we desire for the greater good, and even if it’s the worst pain we’ve ever felt, we know it’s the right thing to do, for everyone.

Our pain is the price for knowing that the people we care about are well, even if in the end they hate us, we’ll live in peace, because no one understands nor will ever know the sacrifices we made for them, and thats ok.
We’ll pretend nothing can get us and then we’ll cry in silence, we’ll put our pieces back together and keep going, as long as we have someone to love, we have strength and we have a purpose.

To all that people, my brothers and sisters, you might feel lonely, but you are not alone.

—  multiversalwolf 
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televison meme: [5/15] relationships → Brittany and Santana

↳ Some people love someone because they make them a better person, and that’s not why I love you, because you’ve always just wanted me to be myself. You’re my favourite person in the whole world. And we’re a big deal, you know, like no matter how many times we’ve tried to put our thing down and walk away from it, we can’t… Because I don’t want to live my life without my one true love. Brittany S. Pierce, will you marry me?

HERE TAKE THIS AS MY THANK YOU PICTURE

my casual suga post just got a bunch of notes recently and people seemed to like it so i thought id draw another one in my own outfit from a couple of days ago bc im Gay And Edgy

Do you ever cry because it exists these amazing authors out there who literally writes for free but people still hate on them because they were stressed from something and didn’t manage to get up that chapter they promised, and sometimes that hate really gets to them so they end up deleting everything instead and now we can’t read any of their fics 😢😢

Do you ever cry because

not only did Daryl Dixon literally carry Beth Greene into the kitchen because she wasn’t walking fast enough on her own

but he took her all the way

to her chair

and set her down in it

(also notable: he literally gave them each their own 2 liter bottle of soda like they easily could have shared one but this is a date important so she gets her own)

for all the people out there who couldn’t go to tatinof (including me)

do you ever just think about how much you love dan and phil and how much time you spend phangirling and it just kinda hits you that in a way you’re waiting to meet them but you probably never will and the pain after you realize is just so real

it fucking hurts ok i cried legitimate tears because of this

Do you ever think about ANY teachers in the final battle of Hogwarts? because I do.

Slughorn taught Remus Lupin. Imagine seeing him dead, long before you’ll die.

Sprout was Tonks’ Head of House. Now she’s dead, and she’s left a son.

Trelawney, who really couldn’t see the deaths coming, crying because Colin was just a boy.

Flitwick, who was a secret fan of Harry and the twins’ constant rule breaking, seeing Fred Weasley cold and pale- and then seeing Harry in the same condition.

McGonagall, having been there for all of them, now staring at their cold dead bodies. 

The hardest part of being a Hogwarts teacher, in my opinion, has to be how many students you’ll outlive.

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And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice, and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

#DO YOU EVER CRY BECAUSE THIS PRECIOUS BOY ALMOST WISHED HE WAS DEAD #JUST SO THAT HE COULD HAVE WHAT EVERY CHILD CRAVES #TO BE WITH HIS PARENTS #AND NOT HAVE THE WEIGHT OF THE WIZARDING WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS #TO JUST NOT BE ALIVE #BURIED UNDER THE SNOW WITH LILY AND JAMES #SHOOT ME I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS #THE TRAGEDY OF THE POTTER FAMILY WILL FOREVER DESTROY MY HEART

People ask me why I ship certain ships.

Maybe it was because they made me laugh 


Or made me cry 


Or maybe they were just so perfect for each other that I couldn’t help it


But most of all, I ship them because they taught me 


what 

it


means 

to truly 

love 

and care 

for someone 

more than 

you do 


for yourself.


             “ True love doesn’t happen right away; it’s an ever-growing process. It develops after you’ve gone through many ups and downs, when you’ve suffered together, cried together, laughed together.” -Ricardo Montalban  

I refuse to let you cripple me. Yes you left, and it hurt more than I ever thought it could. But I’ll play all of your favorite songs until I make new memories with them. I’ll wash all my clothes until I can’t smell your scent on them. I’ll go everywhere we went, and erase you. I’ll do what I’ll have to do. I’ll cry. I’ll scream. Because I love you. But I won’t let the memory of our love haunt me. I won’t let it bleed me of my love and of my hope. I refuse letting you break me. I’m stronger than the hurt that comes my way, so I’ll make new memories and have new experiences. Because life goes on, even if it’s not what we want.
—  s.w.

do you ever just honestly almost cry or actually cry because you think of how pure and emotional sherlock is and how he’s finally finally gonna be able to understand love with john

cause I just heard a stupid song on the radio that made me think of them and well it was nice knowing y'all cause I cried myself to death

Do you ever just get really sad about the deaths in Harry Potter?

How long did Mrs Diggory cry herself to sleep?

Did Winky miss Dobby?

What if Hedwig had owl friends, did they miss her?

How long did Andromeda want to shut herself away, but realised she couldn’t, because she was the only one left to raise Teddy?

How long George leave sentences unfinished because there used to be someone there to finish them?

How long did Molly call George ‘Fred’ by accident, only to cry for three hours about it?

How did they cope? With looking at the pictures and knowing they’d never hear their laughs or their voices or even their angry yells?

How did the survivors survive?

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I think when you’re 16 you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it does but what the fuck would you know about love till it slams into your chest and knocks the wind out of your lungs
so you fall in love
and he leaves
and you stop washing your hair
and your skin is bruised with the creases in your sheet
and your mother wants to yell at you but your blank stare just makes her eyes tear up and you’re not supposed to see your mother cry
and you’ll probably try destroying yourself because that’s what you do when you’re 16
so you’ll pull apart razors and hide them someplace your parents can find them but they never do
and you’ll start smoking even though it makes you cough so hard you throw up and you can’t stand the burning in your throat
and you’ll run away without ever leaving your bedroom
and maybe you’ll kiss too many boys who mean nothing but mean all too much and they will all look a little like him or nothing at all
and you let him fuck you up
and you leave him drunk voicemails and you haven’t cried in 23 days even though you’re always crying
and you promise you will never love anything again because it hurts more than they warned
no one told you that this was love
maybe it’s more
maybe it’s something from another world
maybe it’s just your bones breaking again
either way it fucking burns
and now you’re older
and you know to expect to come out the other side missing a few pieces of yourself
but sometimes you get caught up and you forgot that it’s supposed to hurt
because it’s not supposed to fucking hurt
and you blink and you’re bleeding again
and it’s like you’re 16 all over again
trying to rip yourself to shreds while you try to pick up all the pieces of yourself
everyone thinks you’re mysterious because your mouth is sewn shut with the sudden death of past loves but you’re just so fucking quiet because they’ve taken so much out of you, you can hardly open your eyes, forget about your mouth,
and I guess the worst part about love dying out is that you don’t die with it,

you just attend the funeral and visit the grave every time you’re drunk. you’re always so goddamn drunk.

Wait For Me To Come Home by beautifully_cyan

“Well if not Nick, who you be yours?”

The tears finally make it past Harry’s eyes when he whispers, “I think you know.”

Louis never cries and with Louis, never means never, but ever since he met Harry, he’s been the exception for a lot of things when it comes to him. So Louis is crying along side him when he whispers back, “I think so too.” He’s then scotching into Harry’s lap and hugging the life out of him, because what else can the two of them do but be there for each other?

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I cannot thank @pass-the-pencil enough for my beautiful, beautiful commission. I’m so in love with it. Thank you Mica for helping me bring my fic to life. Love you to pieces!

Do you ever look at your otp/favorite and just genuinely want to cry because they're so beautiful and deserve to be happy

JUST BE LIKE OH GOD I’M NOT DESERVE THEM, THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT WHY THEY HAVE TO BE SO BEAUTIFUL I THINK I’M DYING BUT ALSO LIVING IN THE SAME TIME BECAUSE THEIR EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE. *ETERNAL SOBBING*

Originally posted by pokeystaples


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