god knows how much i tried

anonymous asked:

sometimes i feel sorry for robert. he had no idea what he was signing up for when he fell for aaron. he's done well by him.

i’m just…

i teared up reading this, nonnie. real, honest to god tears. i feel like a proud mother or something.

god knows robert’s fucked a lot of things up along the way, and he knows it too. but he’s tried so hard to put it right. and he’s gonna keep trying. and if that isn’t a sign of how much aaron means to him, how significant being loved by someone like aaron, someone who robert sees as good and decent in a way he’ll never be, was and still is for robert, i don’t know what is.

“Frisk finally smiled at Chara like once. Chara cried.”

Fanart for @soleilos​ / @askhopesanddreams. I know you’re not active on the blog anymore, but I needed to express how much I love your interpretation of Frisk and Chara (both before and after the new headcanons), how much I enjoy your blog, your storytelling, and goodness, your art. It’s just so clean and cute and just–

So, fanart! Dunno how exactly that particular scene went down, but here’s my interpretation of it. I just found it adorable, okay?

Dean | to the rescue | Ambrose

AJ Styles can be found here!!

I plan to do !Demon Finn, Cesaro, Baron Corbin, Roman Reigns, TJ Perkins and Seth Rollins too but not necessarily in that order. I’m writing by whichever guy strikes my fancy / inspires muse for a spin on this little plot bunny of mine.


You are the newest member of the Glam Squad and you work backstage. You’re attracted to Dean ( and unknown to you, Dean shares those feelings) and Bray realizes this and decides to use you to get some much needed revenge for the breaking of his beloved chair a year ago. A brawl ensues.. And then some steamy fluffy stuff. I tried to keep Dean relatively IC to his Lunatic character ( and throw in hints of Moxley like we’ve been getting lately on SD.) so hopefully, I did that. 

This is the second in god knows how many of these, and I really, really, really hope you guys like it. If you want to be tagged in a certain wrestler for this, ( i’m doing several different versions of the same idea ) then let me know!

FYI, this takes place at the last PPV. 


@fan-fiction-galore @adriennegabriella ( you reblog a lot of Dean Ambrose things so I thought you might like this? ) @imnoaingeal @allgirlswrestlingclub and at everyone else who like me, loves them some Lunatic Fringe.

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

I could feel his eyes on me, again and true to my suspicions, when I turned around, Bray Wyatt was leaning in the doorway to the makeup room, watching me like a hawk just like he had been for almost three weeks now.

It was more than a little creepy.

“Need something?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral, not too friendly and not full of fear either. Bray Wyatt is the living embodiment of my worst fears.. He’s built like my ex and he has these crazy fucking eyes. So yes, I tend to keep a wide berth if I can.

My throat was closing up a little and I felt myself fidgeting nervously. The door to the makeup room shut and Bray smirked at me as he walked a little semi circle around me. I eyed him warily, stomach clenched and heart pounding away at my chest the entire time.

“You’re a pretty little thing.” Bray told me finally and I bit my lip because how do you respond to that when the person saying it terrifies you and brings back really, really bad memories? “I, err.. Thank you?” I dragged my hand through my hair and tried to sidestep him but he grabbed my wrist. “I think, pretty little thing, I’m startin to see the fascination Ambrose has in ya.”


“Dean.” Bray stated, his eyes boldly fixing on mine.

“Look, he barely knows me.. I just did his hair once or twice, gave him a few massages. We.. We barely talk.” I stammered … well shit, ___, if you didn’t want the big scary asshole knowing you were afraid of him, way to go with hiding it… I thought sarcastically as Bray chuckled and his fingertip chucked my chin gently and he shook his head. I scowled at him now, annoyed because he was up to something, I could feel it.

And it scared me.

“But you wouldn’t mind if it were different, would ya, pretty little thing? I see you, ya know… Watchin him like he put the moon in the sky and told the stars to twinkle.. And Ambrose isn’t a guy you ought to be worshippin. He’s like the rest of these mindless sheep. But me…” Bray suggested and I studied him with a confused and slightly embarassed look on my face.

“But I know it won’t be different.. Look, whatever this is, leave me out of it… Please? I work backstage. I want no part of this whole thing you’ve got against him.” I pleaded and even as the words were leaving my mouth, I felt pathetic and weak. But I was too afraid to really push, to really get angry. God knew I wanted to but I just couldn’t.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, pretty little thing.. See, when Dean Ambrose broke my chair.. he made this even more personal. It was the only thing I had left! And he took it.. Then the higher ups, they called our feud.. somethin about it getting too personal.. But me… now I know his weakness.” his beefy fist slammed onto the makeup counter, it sent two MAC foundations that weren’t capped properly spilling across the smooth white surface. I swore lightly and then glared at Bray while my heart continued to climb further and further into my throat. Bray smirked at me as he moved closer. Gulping, I asked the stupid question. “What’s his weakness?”

“You are. And I’m thinkin that maybe, if I take you into my little family, ____, it’ll give me my revenge finally.” Bray had that crazy look in his eyes again and I laughed which in hindsight probably was not a good idea, but this whole thing was bizarre..And I was scared to death.

“What are ya shakin for? No need to be afraid.. Maybe in time you could feel somethin for me. Because I’ve noticed you and I want you.. You just said yourself hon that Ambrose doesn’t even know you’re alive.” Bray’s voice was almost slippery smooth, like a politician and I cringed a little as he leaned in and his finger trailed over my cheekbone.

Yelling and noises out in the hallway caught my attention and I was going to go and see what it was but Bray cut me off. “You don’t need to be worryin yourself with all of that, pretty little thing.” he was standing in the doorway and I could see the all out brawl as it took place, I watched as Roman and Seth and Dean triple powerbombed a groggy Luke Harper through a table in the hallway and I winced when Randy went for the RKO, letting out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding when at the last second, Roman hit Randy with one hellacious spear to stop him from getting the upper hand on Dean. Seth shouted something about security incoming and the brawl grew more heated, even the new guy James that Dean’s kind of taken under his wing was trying to do whatever he could to help out Dean and Roman and Seth.

Bray tried to slam the door shut but it was at that second that Dean locked eyes with him. And growling, Dean lunged through the door, knocking Bray on the ground and grabbing me, carrying me out of the room. I was deposited wordlessly between Roman and Seth as Dean stormed back into the room and threw Bray out, the two of them brawling in the hallway, using anything they could get their hands on as a weapon.

I was about to go over, to try and stop it, still not even sure why in the hell this was all happening but Seth stopped me, shaking his head as Roman explained calmly, “Dean will get really pissed if something were to happen to you. And really pissed Dean is not something we want.”

“What the fuck even is happening?”

“She’s mine ya god damn son of a bitch! And if ya even breathe on her again, I will fuckin gut you!” Dean was fighting security as they pulled the two men apart, shouting that at Bray who just calmly smirked at him.

Seth chuckled and told me with a smirk, “I’m thinking what you just heard makes everything that just happened self explanatory?” and James Ellsworth walked over, giving me a polite nod as he told Roman and Seth, “You guys might wanna go get him. Got loose from the guards halfway down the hall and he’s going after Bray with every intention to murder the guy.” as he leaned against the wall, shyly trying to avoid my gaze and compose himself.

“Dean really likes you, ya know?” he blurted out, his hand going to his mouth as he spoke.

I raised a brow and laughed a little, shaking my head. “He barely knows me.”

“Oh, he knows you.” James blurted out, making me raise a brow. “What do you mean?” I asked, but Dean’s throat cleared and he told James calmly, “Go walk it off, bro.”

And then this whole other side of the Lunatic came out and it was almost strange. He tentatively grabbed my wrist, his eyes scanning them and the rest of my arms as he swore, still fuming mad with murder in his eyes. “I’m gonna fuckin kill him.”


“The hell, woman! He left fucking bruises.” Dean’s eyes finally met mine and when I saw the varying emotions in them, I went from perfectly fine to non functional hot and wet stammering mess in exactly two seconds. “I’ll be fine.” I managed to mumble but roughly, Dean’s hips pinned my body against the nearest wall and awkwardly, his hand came up, caressing the side of my face as he pulled me into an intense and bruising kiss. I gripped his bicep and his t shirt and he growled against my lips as he grinded against me and nipped at my lips. “If I hadn’t have gotten into that fuckin bar fight with Orton because he was makin comments about the things he wanted to do to ya, Bray never woulda figured out anything.. I never woulda had to admit anything.” Dean was pacing in front of me now, swearing to himself and talking a mile a minute with his hands as he did so.

When I burst into laughter he scowled and then asked, “The hell is so funny about all of this, huh?”

“It’s funny, Dean, because if you like me, all you have to do is maybe come out and say it?” I surprised myself and him both when this time I pinned him against a door, pulled him by his shirt collar down so that my lips could reach his lips easier and pulled him into a kiss that I only hoped poured out and accurately expressed every single thing I felt towards him… Because honestly, I’m just as bad as he is with words… And too afraid to give someone that much power over how badly they could hurt me ever again.

He whimpered and grinded against me and I bit back a moan as I broke the kiss to breathe and wiped my lips as my eyes met his. “I like you.”

He eyed me warily, almost as if he didn’t believe me at first. I repeated the kiss and mumbled against his lips, “Strike that.. I love you you gigantic grumpy doofus.”

“Can I get used to that whenever I do somethin ya like?” he mumbled breathlessly as his hands moved up and down my lower back, finally settling on my ass, squeezing. I bit my lip and nodded. “Thank you.”

“I wasn’t gonna just let that crazy bastard come after you.” Dean muttered quietly and I gave a soft giggle, finger dancing down the center of his chest as I held his gaze and told him quietly, “If it matters, I did swoon and that was hot.”

“It was hot, huh?” he chuckled as throats clearing from nearby broke through our own little world and we looked up to find not only Roman and Seth but Jimmy and Jey and James standing there, smirking and laughing as they shook their heads.

“Next time, uce, just tell her you want her? Then maybe crazy people won’t try to lock her in a room with them and brain wash her? And maybe you won’t spend all your nights out with your boys fightin off half the damned roster because they insinuate that they want to make a move?” Roman chuckled as he taunted Dean who grumbled something and held up his middle finger before sliding me up his body.

“Let’s get the hell outta here.” he muttered as I blushed but nodded and rested my face against his neck and shoulders, lips brushing his neck and making him growl a little, tense a lot. “Would you relax?” I asked, laughing softly.

“Lips on my neck, baby girl.. Keep doing that and see what happens.”

“Where are we going?” I asked as we entered the parking garage and Dean stood me on my own feet long enough to dig through pockets full of stuff to find the keys to his rental SUV. “Somewhere away from everybody. Somewhere away from that fucking fuck Bray because if I see him again, baby girl, I’m gonna murder him this time.”

“It’s okay, Dean.. It’s over.. You handled it.” I leaned against him as he grumbled and scowling, informed me that he hadn’t handled it because Bray was still breathing. I gave a playful roll of my eyes but I smiled to myself because seeing this side of Dean, knowing that he felt the same way about me that I did about him.. Knowing that when it mattered, he’d protected me.. It was hot and it only made me fall harder for him.

anonymous asked:

So, after reaching the point of "hey now, I'm god!cor, I can kill you before you were b-o-o-o-r-n" does dipper have anything akin to a portable TARDIS? like, a T.A.R.D.I.S. he can pull out of his hat and travel through time with? (Bonus points if he turns his bow-tie red and his hat into a fez when he does this!)

Honestly, even before that point it’s more like “Hey now, I’m god!cor, I can accidentally level a town just by bringing myself onto the material plane somewhere in its vicinity and so I’m going to keep my distance because I can’t risk destroying reincarnated loved ones with a mere sneeze.”

He tries not to mess with the fabric of spacetime for anything less than an emergency, either. He knows how much damage he could do to the universe.

I finally watched “I Saw the Light”

I just.

Have no words to describe Tom as Hank. Other than he WAS Hank. He became Hank.

This man can be anyone. Like….he could literally become anyone if he tried hard enough. And we all know how much he commits himself to anything he does.

His talent has no conceivable bounds, as far as I can tell.

Things I will note:

- That opening song. My God in Heaven……*exhales* Some of you might not know that I’m a singer. Not an accomplished one, but I sing. And i know what it takes to sing something a capella and to do it right and well. Some pros can’t do it well and some amateurs are proficient at it. To have someone like Tom, who has said himself is not a singer, to have him do that, and to have it sound as if he’d been singing all his life? I was speechless. I still am.

- the scene with his baby boy made me cry. Just killed me with the precious tenderness of it.

- the scene of the show in Texas (the Luke the Drifter scene)….It was so eerie and kinda unsettling to see how dead his eyes were.

- I really think every time he went up on that Opry stage it meant the world to him. Until he lost it. Seeing him sob on the front porch was hard to watch. Cos he’d wanted the Opry for so long, but he couldn’t get a hold of his battles, so you got that sense of failure and complete loss.

-TBH, when I started watching the “special features” after the film, my brain had to remember that Tom is British!!!! Lemme say that again: after hearing him speak in a southern accent for over two hours, MY BRAIN HAD TO REMEMBER THAT TOM HIDDLESTON IS BRITISH.

Musicals Described by Someone Who's Only Heard a Few Songs (pt 2)
  • Grease: They met sometime in the summer and hit it off but then got separated only to discover that the girl moved and goes to the same school as the guy. It's High School Musical.
  • Beauty and the Beast: Everyone either hates her or loves her I'm not sure which
  • Les Miserables: PEOPLE SING. Also horses maybe. And slavery?
  • Hairspray: Everyone loves Baltimore way to much considering it's crime rate.
  • Sound of Music: The hills are alive! OH GOD THEY'RE ALIVE *runs away screaming*
  • Little Shop of Horrors: Is there like a subplot about a girl and some guy named Seymour? I hope they get together.
  • Singin in the Rain: Some guy spends 8 minutes making fun of somebody's closet but then tries to get on their good side by saying that at least the judge will be impressed that's not working out there, son.
  • Waitress: She's... she's a waitress...
  • Newsies: They liked their job, then something happened and now they don't.
  • Avenue Q: Life sucks but not as much as Gary Coleman's.
  • American Idiot: Wait is this just Green Day? What? How is this allowed??
  • Rocky Horror Picture Show: I don't want to know, guys.
  • Falsettos: HOMOSEXUALS!...and Judaism
  • Bonus-
  • Falsettos Revival: Alternate universe Jewish gay Elder Price

anonymous asked:

If God is real why is it so hard to find him? How can one even know / have a relationship with him if we cannot physically hear him? I've tried so hard to believe and to put my faith in him and stop questioning things but I just cant. Why is there so much suffering? If God defeated the devil why has he still been torturing us all this time

Oh sweetheart trust me, I know this world hurts, but God’s Word is full of His promises that He loves us!! There’s a pretty clear reason as to why evil exists today. As to right now, It’s merely not His plan for the enemy to be gotten rid of just yet!

“[T]he Scriptures make it plain that God did not create the world in the state in which it is now, but evil came as a result of the selfishness of man. The Bible says that God is a God of love and He desired to create a person and eventually a race that would love Him. But genuine love cannot exist unless freely given through free choice to accept God’s love or to reject it. This choice made the possibility of evil become very real. When Adam and Eve disobeyed God, they did not choose something God created, but, by their choice, they brought evil into the world. God is neither evil nor did He create evil. Man brought evil upon himself by selfishly choosing his own way apart from God’s way. … 

“Although evil is here and it is real, it is also temporary. Evil will eventually be destroyed. This is the hope that the believer has. There is a new world coming in which there will be no more tears and pain because all things will be made new (Revelation 21:5). Paradise lost will be paradise regained. God will right every wrong and put away evil once and for all, in His time.” (from this article)

Let me tell you something. I’ve been dealing with steadily worsening chronic joint pain since I was about fourteen. When it first started to get to the point of seriously interfering with my life I was really angry. I kind of told myself I wasn’t angry at God for allowing this to happen to me but I absolutely was. What I’ve come to realize since then is that bad things are never from God. God cannot do evil. That is His nature. As Paul said in Romans 8:38-39 “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

I’ll be praying for you nonnie!! You are so loved!!


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The Peaky Blinders warn you that this imagine contains strong language and triggering scenes.

“Who the fuck is she talking to? Arthur growled lowly as he slammed his fist upon the table at which he and his brothers were sitting at.

“Who are you talking about Arthur?” Tommy questioned as he popped a cigarette into his mouth.

“You know (Y/N), that guy she’s with over there has been buying her drinks and seems to be continuously making her laugh. I swear to God Tommy if he touches her I will break his fucking hands.”

Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his brothers obvious jealousy. It was no secret to the Shelby family that Arthur liked you a lot, but no matter how much they tried to get him to act on his feelings for you they came up against a brick wall, Arthur didn’t want to drag you into his life of illegality and violence and risk getting you hurt.

“Well Arthur you know what you’ve got to do don’t you, she’s not going to be here forever.” Tommy said as he leaned in pointing towards you with the lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Aww hell Tommy you know I don’t want to drag her into this life she’s too……” Arthur suddenly stopped speaking and stood up slamming both hands flat on the table as he watched the man place his hand on the small of your back and began leaning in to kiss you. You had turned your face away in disgust and began to back off but the man wouldn’t let you as he grabbed your wrist pulling you against him. Arthur had finally seen enough as he flipped over the table sending the drinks crashing to the floor before forcing his way through the crowded pub.

“Oi!” Arthur yelled causing the man to turn around. “Get your fucking hands off my woman!” He continued as he grabbed a fistful of the mans shirt before pulling him forwards almost causing the pair to clash heads. By this point Arthur’s hair had fallen into his face and his nostrils began to flare showing just how angry he was.

Tommy and John monitored the situation from behind making sure they were ready to step in if needed while Michael and Finn pulled you aside to stop you getting pulled into the growing feud. You stood there in shock, unsure of what was really happening, you had no idea the Shelbys had been here the whole time. Originally you had planned on going to the Garrison for a few drinks while hoping to bump into Arthur who you’ve harboured a crush on for quite some time, everyone had warned you about the Shelbys and just how dangerous they could be especially Arthur in particular but he had always be so sweet to you. While waiting at the bar, a fairly attractive man approached you offering to buy you a drink, you saw no reason to refuse a free drink so you began to talk to him. It didn’t take long before his intentions became clear as he began to make small advances which you had politely declined until he became aggressive.

“Woah mate I didn’t know she was spoken for.” The man said as he threw his hands up in defence.

Arthur threw the man to floor “If you dare touch a Shelby woman again you can say goodbye to the use of both of your hands, do you understand?”

The man nodded fervently.

“NOW GET OUT, YOU’RE BARRED BY ORDER OF THE PEAKY BLINDERS!” Arthur finally screamed while drowning him in a shower of spit before he was able to scramble to his feet and run out of the Garrison.

Arthur rushed over to you pulling you to his side while trying to rush you out of the pub. “Are you ok (Y/N)? did he hurt you?” He asked with obvious worry in his voice.

“No he didn’t, I’m just in shock a little but I’m ok.” You said as you turned around to face him. He looked down at you and began to caress your cheek. “Thank you Arthur, I really don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t turned up in time.” All he could do at this point was nod softly as he became transfixed by your (E/C) eyes. “Did you really mean that when you said I was your woman?” You asked, you needed to know.

“Yes of course, err, well that’s if you want to of course, I don’t want you to feel you…..” You cut Arthur off by leaning in to kiss him which he greatly received as held your face to deepen the kiss.

“Of course I want to, I thought you’d never ask.”

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower {Sentence Starters}
  • "Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?"
  • "So, can we be friends again?"
  • "I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room on the lips."
  • "C'mon. Lets go be psychos together!"
  • "You made me not feel alone."
  • "I tried to stop thinking that, but I can't."
  • "I just really want a milkshake."
  • "You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love."
  • "I didn't think anyone noticed me."
  • "So, you're not scared of me?"
  • "There is so much pain. And I don't know how to not notice it."
  • "We accept the love we think we deserve."
  • "Touch my friends again and I'll blind you."
  • "Oh my God! They're playing good music."
  • "I don't know. It's my first date, I don't have much to compare it to."
  • "How's your first relationship going?"
  • "I think you're really gonna regret that, you know."
  • "Call the police and send them to my house!"
  • "You know, I heard you had a tough time last year."
  • "Why can't you save anybody?"
  • "Could the bathrooms here be any more disgusting?"
  • "No, you're doing something wrong, I think."

it’s here, finally! House inspired by Argents’ house from Teen Wolf. it was much fun to make, I had to improvise the back since we don’t really know how it looks like (and god I tried to find pics of the real house but couldn’t find any lol) so it’s my interpretation of the house! the dining room, the kitchen & the living room are kinda the same from the show - and so is Allison’s bedroom you can see better. for the basement, because there’s obviously no gun stuff in the Sims, I decided to make a training room because, you know, Argents must keep their bodies at its best to run after werewolves haha Have fuuun!!

name of the house: Argent House
username: Cristalline93

(if you have any suggestion of house(s) for me to make, my box is open!)

Reasons Why I Love Sam Winchester

Despite the fact that he’s fine as hell, I love him for everything he is on the inside. I’ve never seen anyone as strong as him. He’s been through hell and back, literally, and still tries to put others first. Always. The only time he is ever selfish is for Dean and even then it’s pretty obvious that he is hesitant. He is the purest human and so much better than people give him credit for. Through all of his turmoil and pain he still managed to keep faith in not only humanity and his brother, but also God. Do you know how crazy that is? He lives in the world where he knows for a fact, God exists and chooses not to interfere because He doesn’t seem to care enough, but holds onto the hope that He’ll make it better. I relate to him so much in feeling l like you’re trying so hard to be better and help in every way possible, but you keep failing and letting everyone down. He never gives up and the one time he wanted to still benefitted the greater good. He’s supposedly the one who’s so sweet and talks about his emotions, but he’s the most guarded. He feels like his life is a burden. He tries not to get close to anyone because he doesn’t need that connection again with anyone. Being practically born into the life, he never had a chance to really connect with anyone the way he should have. Dean experienced real love and family and is always going to search for that replacement, though Sam will forever be enough for him, he wants more. Sam knows this.  He allows Dean the opportunity to get close to people more than he does himself because he knows Dean needs it more. Dean’s normal life was ages ago, while Sam’s (though still a considerable amount of time) was more recent. He doesn’t need anyone but Dean. Sam is a man raised by vengence and rage, that, with the help of his brother, became one of the most loving and sympathetic people ever. He’s lived it and accepted his life now, realized that this is just the way things are and made peace. You don’t understand how encouraging that is for me. If Sam Winchester can find a way to wake up every morning and save lives, working through his emotional turmoil and trauma, then I sure as hell can too.


Daryl Dixon Imagine

Based on a request. I hope it is what you had in mind. :D

You get accidentally shot by Andrea. When walkers start to invade the territory Shane decides to leave you behind. Daryl who didn’t know about any of this, stumbles upon you after you’ve been seperated for months. He’s shocked by how much you had changed.

word count: 1445

„I’m so sorry, oh god, I’m so sorry!” Andrea was running up and down in front of me. Her hands were shaking and her voice cracking.
“It’s okay, just…get help”, I growled through my teeth with a clenched jaw pressing my hands to the wound to stop it from bleeding. “It’s just my leg, it probably looks worse than it really is.” I tried to calm her down, tried to help her get a cool head again. I needed her to get help. The floor around me was already deep red, soaked in my blood.
“Andrea, look at me. You need to get the others, okay!? With that wound I can’t walk on my own, so I need you to get Daryl to carry me out of here, you hear me?!” I hissed. The pain was getting more and more intense with every second as the adrenaline pulsing through my veins lost its impact on my experience of pain.
„Okay, okay…just… okay, I’ll get them. Just stay here, don’t move”, she said with a faint voice and probably more to herself than to me.
“I didn’t plan on going anywhere”, I hissed and watched her run off. I breathed heavily, tried to ignore the intense pain in my leg while I waited for her to return with help. It felt like ages had passed until she finally came back.
“I got Dale and Shane.” Andrea smiled at me and I felt the sudden need to punch her in the face. A smiling face really was the last thing I wanted to see right now.
“Daryl?” I grunted in pain.
“I couldn’t find him.”

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.. u don’t know that you abused me ,that you make me crave death ,that you make me ache about you everyday ,that u left me out choices ,that u isolated me,that u used me ,that you ignored me ,that u didn’t remember that I exist ,but u think it was a" hard time" ,that when I tried to talk about it u shut me up,u didn’t have consideration u were the only feeling and oh god I wish u could feel how much I was in pain,that I didn’t want to wake up anymore bc I knew that when I opened my eyes u were going to be still far ,that I stopped eating ,I stopped living ,you killed me

God I miss you. I miss your voice, I miss your lame jokes, your cockiness, your laugh. I miss how we would laugh together when I tried to curl your eyelashes, or eat your food. I miss waking up to pancakes on my bedside table, knowing you were the one who left them there. I miss when you would come home drunk and run straight into my arms. I miss your drunk giggle and loopy smile. I miss the way your hair fell in just the right way, or how we would stay up all night talking. I miss you so fucking much, but I can’t do a damn thing about it.
—  h