i can't breathe. i love you so much


we are living proof of a world gone mad
but this is all we have, we spin in cycles
we drift in the dark, our world falling apart
chance made us brothers, loyal to the last breath i take
our legacy won’t be wasted on me

our legacy, while she sleeps



Originally posted by thatjoeyfella

Originally posted by fyspringfield

*heaves a few deep breaths* Oh god, thank you. Thank you Hino and Cin. That is truly all I can say. Thank you so incredibly much for being there and doing this. Thank you for gifting me with such an amazing piece of art. I love it and I wil love it forever more <3 <3 <3 <3 <3. The edgeborg is perfect and those converse are amazing and I love all the tint details and the shading and fhdgjdfhaglhglkjdhlkjh AAAHHHHHH *heaves a few more breaths, faints from excitement*

cigarette smoke, chocolate and home.

fandom: girl meets world
ship: riley matthews x lucas friar
word count: 5,259
summary: “Lucas could feel his heart beating in his chest and he had to take a deep breath to get himself under control. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath. He was so fucked.” // or two broken delinquents fall in love. 
series: part 2 in the delinquents au 
notes: hellllllo friends!!! so not only is this the longest one shot i’ve ever written, but it’s a piece that i’m super super proud of. if anyone read my last one shot (we are the crazy kids) which is a delinquents au centered around rucas and zac/maya (an oc maya ship), then this is the one shot focused on how riley and lucas ended up getting together in that universe. however, you don’t really need to read that one shot to understand this one (however pls do if you wish #selfpromo). this fic is part of an ongoing series of one shots set in this au, so you’ll definitely be seeing more of this story from me, because i love it. i’m super proud of this and definitely would appreciate any feedback y’all want to give me!! 

this is also highkey dedicated to korry for being the best hc partner around. 

The first time he saw her, she was leaning against the cold brick of their high school, her foot pressed against the wall and her fingers holding a cigarette to her pursed lips. He hates those death sticks, but he has never been more jealous of an inanimate object as she brings it between her lips, and he’s mesmerized as she blows the smoke away, her lipstick covered lips smiling as she watches the smoke float, up, up, away into the blue sky above.

It didn’t take her long to feel his eyes on her and once the smoke had cleared, she swiveled her head to look at him, her mouth falling from a smiling. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about being caught staring, in fact he dared himself to meet her eyes, a smirk appearing on his face as they looked at each other.

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All I have is my humanity.
I am so soft.
I am so soft.
I am so soft.
I often repeat myself.
As if I am trying to convince myself of what I am saying.
As if I am running from my words but they are stones in my shoes and I am falling after every breath.

Someone told me I should write a book.
I looked at the clouds and counted how many looked like the way your lips would feel across my neck.

I am tearing out pages of the bible and strangling God with prophecy that is my soul.
I know the moon too well for her to spill my secrets.

I thought we would grow old together.
Birth babies like laughter together.
But I am waking up in the middle of the day to see your face screaming voicelessly and I would rather run straight for the fucking edge of this earth than never hear you say my name.

I am shaking, darling.

People are staring at my paranoia and my suffering is so loud.

Last night I had a dream that we were standing in a room of mirrors and I tried to reach for you.

Last night I had a dream that we were standing in a room of mirrors and I tried to reach for you.


Last night I had a dream that we were standing in a room of mirrors and I tried to reach for you.

I could see you cracking open your ribcage and I wanted nothing more than to hide your hands in mine and kiss you back together.
Kiss every broken bone created by you and by me and by me.

I know you are scared of my hands.
They have always been so destructive.
But for you,
I would break them back and make them as soft as Beethoven’s fifth secret.

I know you are scared of my heart.
It has always beat everyone who has tried to turn me into water.
Something that flows so easily.
No rough edges.
No cracked centers.
But for you,
I would break it open and make it as holy as the verses you whispered into me the night you told me you loved me.

—  There is a dream stuck in the head of every lover. A dream of about to be hit. But even God will expose her bones if it means she gets to sleep inside of hands forever.

@smolstiel ’s 300 follower Sam Takeover keeps popping up on my dash and it makes me so happy. The anons are fun and the answers are so fucking great 👌 like the sarcasm and sass levels of some of them are off the charts! Go check that shit out guys!!

  • me: *breathes in*
  • me: i love-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me recently: yes, you love Mystic Messenger, we know, you love Mystic Messenger so much, it's the light of your life, you love it so much, you just love Mystic Messenger, we KNOW , you love Mystic Messenger you fucking love Mystic Messenger okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MYSTIC MESSENGER. WE GET IT.

Thace is so…. tall! Compared to Coran omg this gives me SO MUCH LIFE! Can you imagine Coran and Thace fighting side by side and Thace using his own body to shield him? Coran can hold himself in a battle, he’s experienced and a good fighter, but sometimes he get into tough spots and Thace IS THERE

Coran being the big spoon… smol big spoon… He’s like a jet pack omg I live and breathe for this?? I love it asdfghjkl;

Also IMAGINE THEIR HANDS! Imagine them placing their palms against each other’s hands to compare hand sizes and Coran doesn’t have a small hand compared to other alteans but compared to Thace he’s so smol. It’s great.

Thace leaning down to kiss him CORAN ON HIS TIPTOES ASDFGHJKL;

A Philinda hand “touch?”

People, people. Let’s be real here and call it what it is.

That was a straight up Philinda hand CARESS. 

omg I love all of you who are peppering my dash with gorgeous sweet wonderful johnlock today

I’m still really sick (though I can breathe easier than yesterday) so I’m saving this stuff up to reblog until I have the energy to tag and such, but it’s cheering me up so much. It’s making me so happy

  • me: *takes a deep breath*
  • me: i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love gajevy, we know, you love gajevy so much, they’re the light of your life, you love them so much, you just love gajevy, we KNOW, you love gajevy you fucking love gajevy ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE GAJEVY. WE GET IT.