‘Careful’ they said. 'Be careful of love,as love has left the most strong people broken. The best of people have been a subject to its games. Be careful before you belong to him so much that without him, you struggle to breathe. Don’t make his presence count in your life because eventually people leave. Be careful and don’t fall deep in love because it’s not worth fighting for.’
No, I am not heartless. I am not cold. I am not aloof. I feel every single emotion so deeply that people have started using it against me. I have been broken a million times because I feel too much. More than this world could understand. And hence, to save myself from all of the cruelty,I hide it all and pretend like I feel nothing. But surely,do know, I feel. It would just take the right person to get it all out of me because all these years I have been associated with the wrong ones.
We told ghost stories, completely oblivious to the fact that we would one day become those ghosts. Floating around, nostalgic for our past and yearning for our future.
—  10:36 PM // m.d.

Sitting across from you in the coffee shop, I can barely meet your eyes, for fear I’ll fall into their blueness and never get out again.

“Please,” you whisper desperately, “please, just give me one more chance. I promise this time I’ll make it count, I promise this time I’ll show you I mean what I say.”

And for a moment, I almost believe you again, until I remember the shattered nights and aching days after falling for your silver excuses time after time, and somehow I find the strength to stand up from the chair and look at you.

“No.” I say, and it’s all I can do to turn away and walk out, when really I’d give anything to fall back into your arms one last time.

—  j.f // excerpts of stories I will never write #14
It seems like every time I show an interest in someone, they don’t reciprocate it. But when I stop showing it, their feelings becomes louder? Like what is up with that? Am I not suppose to show someone I like them even when I do? Am I suppose to ignore someone who makes me happy in hopes of making them want more of me ultimately?
—  Why is playing hard to get with someone you want a thing now?

Aaaand she blasts Asgore with her balls of fire a little later. Goatmom knows how to make an entrance~

I spent too much effort on this comic than I originally planned. Still, it turned out nice.

Always cherish your time with Goatmom.

Are you cherishing?


EDIT: Ugh, just realized Tumblr couldn’t show this in its actual size. Broke it down to parts so it can be read.

Who hurt you?” probably one of the worst questions someone could ask. You know they see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. Ever since he hurt you, you haven’t been the same and you’ve been trying to fight that feeling off. “Who hurt you?” taking you back to the times of hysteria and pain, flashing back trying to remember what you were before him, before he destroyed you. “I did,” you answer “I chose him to hurt me and he did a damn good job.
—  // just how one person can affect you
There are times when I find myself needing to talk to you. I don’t think it’s so much because I still love you. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that I always will. No. I find myself wanting to hear your voice because no matter how it ended, whatever you did or didn’t do, it doesn’t change the fact that you were my best friend. In the end you’re the only person who knows me better than I know myself. And in these moments, when all I really want is to have the comfort of you being there, I just… It just makes me really, really miss you. That’s all.
—  Confessions p.1 // Genefe Navilon