happy 6 months!!!

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“We moved in packs together bounded by our oldest brothers
The night was ours for taking, rolling cigarettes and sneaking out
We sung our songs of youth and promised that we’d never lose it.” —
Hippo Campus

day 1: i cried so hard my mom woke up every hour to make sure i was still breathing; she told me it was like i was a newborn in his crib for the very first time.
day 2: i went to school and cried in the counselors office.
day 3: i believed we were okay and our love was cured, i think my mind was playing a sick joke on me.
day 4: i told you i’d wait for you, you replied with “i don’t want you to wait”
day 5: i came across a picture of you on tumblr. It lit my throat on fire so i tried lighting your letters over the fire… it was to hard.
day 6: happy one month: you loved me so much you couldn’t even make it a month with me
sincerely - the love you don’t deserve.
day 7: you left me broken into pieces on the bathroom floor, someone is picking up your dirty work, something you’ve never been able to do even before.
day 8: your voice still echoes in the wind and although your touch never got the chance to bruise my skin, your voice overpowered my soul. i’m no longer bleeding on the bathroom floor though i am in the room where you once called me yours.
day 9: im finally laughing with someone new and my smile is bigger and brighter than ever.
day 10: the doubt makes my spine feel less like a vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me)
day 11: Since when was heartbreak so fucking beautiful to you? Since when was lying fun? Since when was i not enough for you?
There is nothing pretty about losing feelings in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you
day 12: i was never able to squeeze them tight enough; i never would have imagined that it would be so easy for you to let go.
day 13: i no longer think about you constantly, my heart no longer beats for you, my mom no longer checks to see if i’m alive. I’m moving on like i said i would
day 14: i smoked weed with a girl in the front seat of her car and she asked questions i couldn’t get myself to even answer
day 15: i found out you had finally replaced me and it flicked at my bruises i gave myself but somehow i still didn’t break.
day 16: i still find excuses to text you; you still find reasons to ignore them.
day 17: what color are your eyes? what does your smile look like? what does your voice sound like? who are you now?
day 18: i was worth it. i was so fucking worse it. You don’t deserve the love i had to offer. Fuck you i was worth it
day 19: sometimes all i feel in my chest is my heart trying to escape from its cage it’s being held in; i think it’s tired of all the tears i’ve shed because of you
day 20: i was finally able to sleep right; your voice no longer keeps me awake late at night. You no longer overpower my brain.
day 21: someone told me it took 21 days to break a habit. It has been 21 days since you decided to leave me for her. Within them 21 days, i’ve realized you never deserved me, i was worth it and that life is so much better without you. i’ve realized i don’t need you to be alive.
—  21 days without you

OK so… As we’re all (well Hiddleswifters) sinking with this ship 🛳, that day 6 months ago, THIS happened. Taylor and Tom were dancing at the Met Gala in New York all night and made a sensation the day after, when videos of them dancing appeared on IG.
Whatever happens now (I still have hope for them fight me!), let’s remember all the good times and beautiful moments they gave us 💖💏❤
TnT you’re quite something. Damn it.

*hugs you all*

Somewhere

Somewhere someone is having the worst day of their life.
Their child stopped breathing.
Their spouse is not waking up.
Their brother was in an accident.
Somewhere someone is crying out for help.
An abused wife.
A neglected child.
A drug addict.
Somewhere someone is counting the seconds until help arrives.
A single mom who’s house has been broken into.
A daughter watching her dad hold a gun to his head.
An aunt not knowing what drugs her niece is on.
Somewhere someone is in shock.
The 30 year old that just became a widow.
The once happy parents of a 6 month old.
The sister who found her sibling after losing to cancer too soon.

Somewhere. Someone.
Is throwing on boots, and running to the squad.
Hitting the emergency lights while pulling out of the bay.
Hoping a car will stop so they can pass the red light.

Somewhere. Someone.
Will see the blood left on the wall from that dad.
Will hold that baby knowing he’ll never breath again.
Will listen to the screams of family members in heart break.

Somewhere. Someone.
Woke up at 2am to save that drug addict for the 8th time this year.
Skipped dinner to go help a man with a stubbed toe.
Missed holidays, birthdays, soccer games to answer the call of duty.

Somewhere. Someone.
Worked 25 years just to get ptsd and lose their job.
Finally passed all their schooling and tests just to have a career ending injury day 1.
Mixed paths with someone in such a hurry they didn’t stop for the flashing lights.

Somewhere. Someone.
Left at 7am for their 24 hour shift.
Made it till 3pm without lunch.
Was hit head on at 7pm by a car not paying attention.

Someone. Somewhere.
Answered a call for a suicidal male.
5 minutes later was looking eye to eye with the man that would kill her.
A mayday. Shots fired. Is being echoed on radios.

Someone. Somewhere.
Makes 16 cents more then minimum wage.
Works 100 hour weeks to pay the bills.
Gives their life to others, to be paid less then fast food workers.

Someone. Somewhere.
Will see their partner more then their spouse.
Will skip more meals then they can sit down for.
Will wake up more times then they get to lay down.

Someone.
Somewhere.
Won’t.
Go.
Home.

Cobalt

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Reader is turning 19, and her and Bucky have been dating for 6 months. 

“Happy birthday, doll,” you hear, making a goofy smile appear on your face as you feel Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest. You let out a blissful breath as he kisses your neck. You turn over, to face your boyfriend, and your breathing hitches in your throat. Racking your eyes over his face and body, you can’t believe you were so lucky.

You and Bucky had started dating 6 months ago, after months of relentless flirting, and it had been rough. Steve and Tony practically forbid the two of you dating, but you both fought. You loved each other, and neither of you though that the age difference was anything to be concerned about. Bucky was going to have an age difference with everyone, being 100 years old and all.

“Do you have to go on the mission?” you whine, pouting at him,

“I’m sorry, doll,” Bucky traces circles on your bare shoulder with his metal hand, “But I promise I’ll be back in time for dinner tonight,” he kisses you softly on the forehead before rolling over and getting out of bed.

You were bummed that Bucky had to go on a mission all day, but you didn’t complain, it was part of the job.

Keep reading

Month One
Month One was bashful giggles and not wanting to fall asleep. Tentative compliments and whispered secrets. It was big eyes looking at me like I was something special. Month One was soft.

Month Two
Month Two was ‘I wish you were heres’ and ‘I saw something today that made me think of you’ It was baths in candle light with soft music as I finally thought that this could happen. I could make them happy. Month Two was butterflies.

Month Three
Month Three was I love you. Good tears and 'I wish you were heres’. It was trust. I knew I would be safe. Month Three was secure.

Month Four
Month Four was touch. And taste. And smell. And never letting go. It was laughter. It was also tears, and loneliness, and days where I would give nothing more to support you. But I knew I was their’s. Month Four was magic.

Month Five
Month Five was probably the hardest. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that bullshittery. I knew what I needed and it was across the country. Slipped out of my fingers. However with distance came plans and promises and a glimmer of something more being put into motion. Month Five was hope.

Month Six
Month Six ifs turned to whens. I knew I found my place.

I have never felt more loved, and never wanted to love anyone more. So thank you for the chance Andy Gray.

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                                                                   klaroline au |

        K.M: sometimes you have to take out the flowers in your hair and face reality, sweetheart.

        C.F: and sometimes you have to turn that frown upside down and live in the moment, babe.

                                  how about we work on those things? t o g e t h e r.

to my love, to james,♡

I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you’d been on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since I met you, you’ve never left.

happy 6 months, bud !!  you truly are the reason I’m smiling when there’s nothing to smile about and I’m so grateful to have you in my life. I hope you’ll do me the honours of remaining both my best friend and boyfriend, and I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again. I miss you, but most importantly, I love you and I will always be here for you, for as long as you want me [which I hope is a v long time] xx @prcfessorlupin