i am dying without you

Keaton Henson sentence starters
  • "Do you know who you are?"
  • "Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad?"
  • "You don't like to be touched, let alone kissed."
  • "Does his love make your head spin?"
  • "It seems as though I'm on my own."
  • "I'm losing friends."
  • "I know that there's friction between me and you."
  • "I know that you're uncomfortable."
  • "I know it's hard for you to tell me the truth, but while we are doing so... I love you."
  • "You love to argue, you can't play guitar, but still, let me tell you that I love who you are."
  • "Love, I hope you are well."
  • "At least we now both have a story to tell."
  • "I feel you know me better than most."
  • "In spite of real distance, we'll always be close."
  • "I walked through the rain for you, you said to go home."
  • "Miss you terribly already."
  • "I hope for your life, you forget about mine."
  • "Please forget me, you were right, dear. I am cold and self-involved."
  • "I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start."
  • "I still worry more about you."
  • "I am rude and unkind."
  • "It's been four years and it does not end."
  • "I still felt alone, but I knew that you'd be there."
  • "I loved her more than I love myself."
  • "She is with another guy."
  • "I won't dance 'til you hold me."
  • "Please, don't leave me."
  • "I'm sorry, can't make your party."
  • "I'm afraid I'd kill your lover while your back was turned."
  • "So this is where you wanted to be, and it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me."
  • "I see pictures now of the two of you and it makes me sick."
  • "Damn, I love you."
  • "Here's to you, you miserable fuck."
  • "Drink up, so we can both finally die."
  • "She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun."
  • "Why was she listening to someone like me?"
  • "I know I'm awful, I can't even cry."
  • "You're my best friend, I'll love you til one of us dies."
  • "Teach me how to love you."
  • "I'll learn not to look at you with scorn."
  • "Don't expect me to change."
  • "I never loved you enough."
  • "This feels right and I'm letting it."
  • "I will not tire of you."
  • "Turns out that nothing is fair."
  • "You can leave me if you wish, but I'm not going anywhere."
  • "I am a fragile one."
  • "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life."
  • "You don't have to make any promises."
  • "If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
  • "I can see in your eyes that you mean it."
  • "All of these years you've been lonely."
  • "You are right, I've been looking as well, babe, I'm not looking for you."
  • "I'm just as damn disappointed as you."
  • "I'm truly alone and I like it."
  • "Though we're young, I feel eighty years old."
  • "Your arms around me are keeping me warm, but baby, I'm still feeling cold."
  • "You're kind and you're beautiful, too."
  • "I feel in some way I do love you but babe, I'm not in love with you."
  • "You seem to look through me, I wonder what you see."
  • "I wish I could stay with you."
  • "I wish I could wake at dawn to see you without make up on."
  • "You look the best today."
  • "I've been right here waiting for you to wake up."
  • "You think you're better than them."
  • "I hope you end up missing me."
  • "Your friends will always just be in your way."
  • "I'm just getting started, let me offend."
  • "The devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
  • "All I want is to be left alone."
  • "Sweetheart, what have you done to us?"
  • "Oh please, just come here, don't fight with me."
  • "Baby, please don't look at me like that."
  • "I will see you in the morning."
  • "Don't think of me like that, just picture me leaving and not coming back."
  • "This is your home now so don't you forget."
  • "I did it all for you."
  • "I'll do my best to teach you to fly."
  • "Come on baby, make me fall in love with you."
  • "I guess we can make it all the way."
  • "Turns out we don't belong after all."
  • "This feels different than it felt before."
  • "Guess that you were just expecting more, come on, you knew me, what'd you do that for?"
  • "I am selfish to my very core."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I'll smile and pretend and won't show to the crowd."
  • "No, I won't be the damnedest bit fucking surprised."
  • "I won't give up, not until I'm holding you."
  • "Don't let go of my hand."

this landscape is dry, my eyes water
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the blood on the street evaporates to a heaven I’m still not so sure about
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there’s dust on the fan blades, dust on the Leaves Of Grass and all across the keyboard, it pisses me off but I leave it
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my pocketknife is closed and quiet sitting on the dresser, I want to open it, I want to enforce “an eye for an eye” with these fuckers running people over, they should die the way they kill, I feel good about this at the moment and it scares me, I’m sweating a little
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the alarm clock is set for 6:00, the coffee is already made (old coffee never bothered me), the kids have school and I have work, the earth is spinning at a normal pace
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I haven’t traveled much but I enjoy the pictures, I’ve already been so many different places, love hasn’t found me yet because I know where to hide, Nowhere and Anywhere are choices before the blink
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where are you? reach me, touch me, fill me… the want is sexual, the need is spiritual, the emptiness is hunger… I am ripe for living or dying with or without you… tendrils exploring the strength and weakness of every encounter…
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I feel sick… I feel…
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miranda + otp tags

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. What you’ll look like. How we will meet. And every time I think about you I get really excited, because I know once I meet you and have you in my life all the bad things will seem non-existent. I hope, my love, that we meet very soon. Cause I am sincerely dying without you.
—  Me//Thinking of You//

For all his surprisingly effective facade at being nothing but the bluff, hearty, stone-headed warrior, Thor is quite perceptive.

It is Thor who first realizes the deep and abiding melancholy of Steve Rogers.

It is Thor who actually chides Tony when the latter makes a thoughtless remark about “Cap’s lost WWII boyfriend,” not completely realizing how true it all was. A chastened Tony will be the one to explain to Steve that homosexuality is no longer illegal and that New York allows same-sex marriages now.

It is Thor who listens quietly as Steve finally speaks a little of Bucky. Steve finds himself smiling when Thor refers to him as “your beloved shieldmate.”

“But Captain, you have not quite lost him - you carry part of him with you, even now.”

“I have my memories, I know,” Steve says.

Thor shakes his head and gently pats at Steve’s still-flat stomach. “I speak of your child, growing within you, who has survived even your frozen slumber. If you wish it, I will place the little one under my protection and he or she will be born safely.”

And that was how Steve found out that Dr. Erskine’s serum had some…. unexpected results.

—  a.k.a. How Steeb and Bucko’s baby acquired Thor as a Godfather (literally!)
Second Chances 4: Ghosts of the Past

Summary: Sam and Y/N address the issue in the garage

Characters: Sam, Reader, OC Sherry

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Suicide

Word Count: 4,511

A/N: Part 4 of Second Chances. Thank you to @wheresthekillswitch, as always, for her excellent beta skills and pushing me to make it better. I’m getting better because of her, I swear it. She’s amazing!!! I would be lost without you Lee!

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The high-noon sun was warm and bright overhead. Sam hurried towards the Impala, Y/N following behind, struggling to keep up with is long strides. He stopped at the trunk of the car before turning to address Y/N.

“Once I open this, there’s no going back,” he offered, trying to ensure she understood what it all meant.

She looked between the trunk and Sam as she pondered the gravity of the situation.“I get it, Sam,” she stammered, “hunting and secrets and all.”

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“Dean, you did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault…these things happen sometimes.”

  • Person: would you rather have hot or cold weather?
  • Me: is death an option
The most important person to me is you

10 of 99 ways to say I love you

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Gray bursts through the guild hall doors, eyes frantically searching.

“I thought I was the one who made dramatic entrances in this relationship,” Natsu laughs.

Gray stares at Natsu a moment, focused, intent, determined. The ice demon nearly runs to the table Natsu sits at, yanking him to his feet and crashing their mouths together. He has one hand in Natsu’s hair, the other pulls him closer, moulds their bodies together. The gasp that escapes Natsu’s mouth is enough for Gray to lace their tongues together. The kiss is needy, desperate, passionate.

Gray finally breaks away, breath heavy and cheeks flushed, a reflection of the man before him. Before Natsu can ask what the hell, “Marry me.” It’s a plea and a demand all at the same time.

“That’s what I had in mind when I proposed,” Natsu tilts his head to the side.

Gray shakes his head. “Now. Marry me now. Today.” He shakes his head again. “Just marry me.”

“What’s with y–”

“I almost died last night. The mission went badly,” Gray interrupts.

Gray!” Tears spring to Natsu’s eyes.

“Shut up for 10 seconds, Natsu,” Gray snaps, no real bite behind his words. “I almost died and it really… it really puts things into perspective, ya know? What’s important, who’s important. The most important person to me is you. You of all people. I mean, if someone told me 5 years ago…” he trails off, a small chuckle bubbling in his throat. “I never thought marriage was something to get excited about until I saw your face at Cana and Juvia’s wedding, until I saw that smile. That’s when I knew I had to marry your stupid ass.”

“I proposed first,” Natsu interjects.

“Would you be quiet!” Gray clamps a hand over the dragon slayer’s mouth. “Even after a near death experience this is hard for me to say.” Gray feels Natsu smile beneath his palm. “I am not going on one more job without you as my husband. I am not dying without seeing that smile on your face again and knowing it’s for me.” Gray slides his hand from Natsu’s mouth, cups it around the back of his neck.

“Gray,” Natsu says softly.

Bravery fading, Gray’s cheeks begin to prick with heat until pink is spread all the way down his neck. “I got a job request on the way back. I have to go in two days. You can come if you want, but I meant what I said, so just… marry me, okay?” he whispers.

“Okay,” Natsu answers just as quietly.

“Well,” Erza barks from the other end of the table, “what are we waiting for? Someone run down to the bakery and get the best cake you can find!”

Gray buries his face in the crook of Natsu’s neck. Natsu laughs and tightens his hold on his fiancé. “We’re getting married.”

“Shut up,” Gray murmurs. Natsu’s chest warms when he feels Gray smile against his skin, and if he notices small drops of moisture sliding from Gray’s cheeks onto his neck, he says nothing about it.

I am still waiting here. I have been sitting in this place where you left me and the memories of the day when we parted ways still linger in my mind.I still remember the way you gently held my hand that September night. Every touch is a promise, every whisper is a star that I tried to catch, every kiss is a sign of forever. I can still remember the serene look of your face and the way you look at my eyes as if you do not have any plans of looking at anything anymore. I could still remember every single word that escaped from your mouth. I could still remember the symphony of your voice as you carefully let them out. You told me you are not going anywhere. You told me you would be back. You told me it wouldn’t be long before we would be together again. And from that nigh on, I cling on to those words as if it would hold my dear life. I was sure you would not let me waiting for so long in the cold. I was sure that it would not take long before I could finally feel your hands in mine. But days have passed and I am still sitting here, still not seeing any trace of you. Where are you my love? Have you forgotten about me?

One hundred twenty one sunrise and one hundred twenty two sunset had passed by and you’re still not here, my love. Have you lost your way home? Have you forgotten the promises we had made under the cerulean blue sky that day? Had the stars where we used to whisper our wishes of future together had became a falling star, that it had burnt with it those wishes we made? The tulips and lilies that we planted together in our garden had long withered as my sliver hope of you coming back is slowly wilting. Have i told you i have given up my coffee and settle for shots of vodka just to make me feel numb in the dusk? I was hoping the next morning I’d woke you’ll be standing in my bedroom door, offering my a honeyed water while scolding me from being drunk. The journal where we used to write together are now filled with verses of melancholia I have written sometime at dawn when I woke up missing you again. for months I am convincing myself that you are coming home, that I am your home but still no words came from you. Should I still wait for you? or must I try to write a new chapter of my book? Your words are echoing in my ears whenever they played our song, where are you?

And I have watched the flowers bloom when spring came. It should have been nicer if we can marvel at their beauty at the same time as we lie on the grassy ground on the park. The butterflies were dancing so gracefully above them but the ones you have given me have died since your footprints created an aisle away from me. I heard the rhythm of the waves as they crash through the shore when summer came. The sun always greets me with a smile but I can’t return the gesture, not at all. I should have been holding your hand as we walk along the beach while watching the sun meets the horizon. I am sure you’ll love the color of the sky to where I am right now but then you chose to gaze at it on the other side of the world. When autumn came, I was falling apart as the leaves detach themselves completely from the tree where they once belong with. I should have been taking photographs of them with you as you tell me there is beauty even if they are dying. But right now everything is dull and lifeless in my eyes. I can’t even look at them without my heart aching to be with you. As winter came, my whole being was already frozen. And as the snow falls endlessly on my pavements, I keep on thinking on how much my hands feel so numb without you touching it. December nights should be full of colors and lights so I guess I lost my sight when I lost you. Seasons have changed but not my love for you. Where are you my love? I am dying without you here. You might not find me when you don’t come around soon.

I planted a new set of tulips and lilies the next spring when I heard you’re coming back to town. I was filled with so much happiness I’m afraid my heart would burst, knowing you had found your home,that your coming home to me. My mornings are now filled with coffees, toast and pancakes, our kitchens banging music, those one we used to dance to. The blanket of gloom and despair where I have wrapped myself while waiting for your return had been set aside. every morning I woke up greeted by the faint ray of the sunlight, this time I could smile back at it. See, I still wore the smile you had given me before you left.But as sudden as I held my old self back,someone had turned off the switch. Somebody blows my candle of hope, and I’ve heard the news–you’re not coming home alone, you’re with a family of your own, your new home.

There was a fountain of denial that was bursting from my insides the moment I heard those phrases. It can not be! There must be something wrong! You promised, my love, you promised me that it would not take long. You promised me that we would finally make our dreams come true the moment you take a step back to my door. You promised me that we would never be apart anymore. But why my love? Why did you build another home that is not me? Why did you sleep in another woman’s bed while I was tracing the empty space in mine every single night? Have you forgotten the promises you made that night? Have you forgotten about me? I could feel my insides crumbling down and I could not do anything about it. Looking at you is like stabbing myself with a dagger. How could you just do this to me, my love? How could you just throw everything that we have worked for? I guess I was never good enough for you. I guess that there is no point in waking up every morning when I know that you have left me completely. Don’t worry my love, I’ll be leaving tonight.

I carefully pick up a container from the medicine cabinet. It has been laying there but tonight, I believe it will help me through this. I tried to swallow one, and then five but it seems like it doesn’t have any power over me. Twentieth pill and there’s still no effect, all my life I’ve waited for everything. For my father’s arrival, for you coming home and now, I still have to wait for this drug to take its effect and take me somewhere away from these memories that puts me to doom. Every piece of me trembles and aches, I could feel the pain of betrayal and the pain of my own heart breaking slowly and my being crumbling and my flesh rotting into despair and anger. I couldnt take it any longer. Thirtieth, thirty fifth, forty second, yet, I’m still alive. I’m drowning with my own tears. I’m choking with your promises that were never brought to life. How could you? I wished I could just replace you as easy as you could. I couldn’t take this any much longer. my demons are churning on my inside, they want me alive but I am already dead and as I walked through my study room. I found it, my only salvation. I could fee the coldness of its edge, soon I would be as cold as is.

And as my heart was wrapped in numbness, my mind was filled with only one thought– you. All of your memories kept crashing through my mind. Maybe this is how hell feels like. But then I still love you, this heart still beats for you. The pain is slowly taking its flight away from my insides but I could still see the sight of your face.

I will just be here chasing through the love that we weren’t able to share. Maybe, if you come here, we’ll make it for real.

Where are you my love? It’s still you. I am just waiting here.


Where are you my love?

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italicized text written by Winter

i’m trying to spell longing backwards to make something else of it. i’m trying to break every bone in my body to make more space, and take away some simultaneously. i’m trying to keep myself from shouting about your absence. i’ve been mouthing your name nonetheless, while trying to fill my throat with pits of different fruits / while all the juice drips down my chin, down my chest, hoping it reaches you somehow. hoping for you to taste the ache that runs through me, for you. i am somewhere between deer, wolf and lioness / dying, without you. this forest is on fire, and i can only speak with gasoline lips tonight. this town is on fire, and i am parched for your voice. this body is on fire, and i want to drown myself in the drops of rain that have touched your skin. home is coming closer, i know. and so is your apricot mouth / your sweet, sweet mouth, down my neck, shoulders stretched, meeting hands- caressed; my trembling fingertips, your inviting torso / left- where pain resides, my lips. constant day dreams, till the day itself. fearless of being called animal. unafraid of my teeth. just hurting, dagger in hand / without you, my hunter- here to eat my heart out.

how do i be more than this longing that fills me, without pouring everything into you?


“Hey baby, how are you?” Dean asked when you answered the phone.

“I’m doing great. Missing you but otherwise great. How ‘bout you? You haven’t died yet, right?”

“Very funny, Y/N. I’m fine. I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Well, here it is. When are you coming home? The bed is cold without you and I think I am literally dying. I haven’t had decent food since you’ve been gone.”

“Aww, it’s not that bad. I’ve only been gone for three days.”

“I know. It’s been three days that I haven’t had anything fried. I swear if Sam makes me eat one more salad, I am going to kill him.”

“Just last a couple more days, I’ll be home soon.”

You sighed loudly. “I guess I can wait that long. I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, babe.”