i just cannot with your face

anonymous asked:

Just watched the episode and I am dead and dying like Len keeps doing. I haven't been able to find much in the way of satisfying coldwave fic, do you have any recs? I agree 2x08 only made me crave more. I cannot handle how this relationship affects me and the homoeroticism on the fly but so in your face without any actual making out puts the tension in my britches so tight I could bounce a penny off my panties. Thank you for letting me freak out to your askbox cuz I have no coldwave friends!

hahaha omg no please come any time! I don’t have many people I can scream about Coldwave at. I usually just scream at you guys through my posts instead.

Not sure if what I read is your cup of tea, but I have a few favourites that I’ve bookmarked on AO3. I added a quick summary to each of them. They’re under the cut as I realize it’s a pretty long list

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Rural village in Middle Ages England

poor single mother of 3, to her eldest son: boy…… will you please go to the well and bring your youth brother a pale of water? he is dying
eldest son: mother i cannot!!! he is back… i just cannot face him once more…
meanwhile at the well…


When one of the Riot guys came over to Sana and said: “Wanna join me in the back of the bus and sit on my face?” So Sana said: “Why should I? Is your nose bigger than your dick?”

you know i’ve been really tolerant of third party voters, and my personal morals are that i try not to hate anyone for reason. gotta try and see the good in everyone, you know? and i’m always for the freedom to choose who you vote for. literally any other election i would’ve said, go for it. vote third party.

but i cannot fucking tolerate this. donald trump only needs 26 more votes to win the election because of you. if you had just set your own fucked up egos and morals aside for a moment and thought about someone besides yourselves, we would not be in this situation. we would not be looking a trump presidency dead in the face if you hadn’t said ‘i don’t like either candidate’ or ‘i don’t want to vote for the lesser of two evils’. 

if you voted third party this election, please unfollow me now. i don’t care if we’re mutuals or not. you have willingly given this country over to a racist, homophobic, sexist, islamophobic, horrible man. i hope you’re proud of your protest vote. from this trans man who will likely lose what little rights he has left, i hope you’re fucking happy.

there’s a fine line between “i really love this character” and “i have such strong feelings over this character that i cry at least once a day thinking about them and i want a large poster of their face so i can cry over them always” and i think i have just crossed it 


Day 2

Imagine Sherlock Not Being Able To See Your Imperfections

For My Followers (I just binged the whole show and OMG)

It was a simple process really, well to you anyway.

You always put a face mask and curlers on before going to bed.

You always wake up an hour early to wash your face, bathe, shave, do your hair, apply makeup, and find the perfect outfit.

Once all that’s done you check yourself in the mirror and assure you look flawless. Every hair must be in place, your lipstick cannot be smudged, your clothes can’t be wrinkled, and your shoes can’t be scuffed.

It all has to be perfect.

It has to be perfect for him, you can’t let him see your flaws.

He is Sherlock Holmes and he sees every misstep, stain, and the tiniest of hairs stuck to your shirts.

Ever since you met him you’ve wanted to be perfect, so he would think better of you.

Even now when you’ve been romantic partners for a year you still keep your routine and never let him see you compromised.

It’s difficult of course considering you live together and your jobs can have odd hours and compromising situations but you’ve managed this long.


“John I really don’t think going after this guy is smart,” you say into the phone as you walk down the block towards Baker Street. “You say he’s dangerous and arguably the most powerful man in the world?”


“Worse than Moriarty?”

“Yes dammit he’s got information on everyone it seems. Especially Mary he has bad blackmail on her.” You hiss and bite your lip as you walk. Your heels click against the pavement and drown out the sound of quiet footsteps behind you.

“Alright we’ll take him down then. Don’t worry John, you Sherlock, and I have made it this far,” you assure and smile. Jim sighs and you imagine he’s making that adorable frustrated face he does.

“Okay (Y/N).”

“Good n-” a black cloth goes over your eyes making you yell out in surprise and slam your elbow back. Your attacker grunts and you rip the cloth away just as he pulls a gun. Your hands fly up automatically and you drop the phone.

The attacker smiles and you scowl.

“Are we really doing this on a public street?” you huff.

“Tell Sherlock this is his final warning and he better back off,” the man growls out.

“How about you tell Magnussen he better watch his back,” you fire back. The man chuckles and suddenly a loud bang rattles in your ears.

At first you feel nothing and then pain explodes in your stomach. Your eyes slowly look down to find a small spot of red forming on your shirt. When you look back up in awe the man is gone.

“Oh my gosh,” you utter and carefully press a hand to your wound. You’re too shocked to be in too much pain but your legs do give out beneath you. You weakly grab at air as you hit the ground on your back with a thud. The air rushes from your lungs as you’re left gasping on the ground.

In all your time working with Sherlock you’ve never been injured this bad before so this comes at a shock.

Somehow you’ve always managed to deal with all your injuries by yourself. You’d either path yourself up or you’d steal away to the hospital alone. Sherlock has never seen you injured and you’re not about to let that happen now.

Gritting your teeth you press a hand to the wound and press applying pressure. You have to stop the bleeding first and foremost. Using your other hand you push yourself up all while groaning in pain. Using your high heels you dig them into the ground and shove yourself back against a fence.

“This is bad,” you mutter to yourself as you tear open your shirt to see the wound. It is agony as you press into the wound with your hand. Desperately you grab your phone with your free hand to find it’s been crushed.

No way to call for help and no one on the streets in sight.

Baker Street is still more than a block away you’re not sure you can make it. But you have to try.

Tears start to spill from your eyes as you use the wall to pull yourself up. Once on your feet you lean on the wall breathing heavily. Your high heels are not helping so you kick them off and start staggering towards home.

Each step is agony so you barely make it a yard before collapsing to the ground.

Laying on the ground with your blood pooling around you, you take a deep breath and let your eyes close. Exhaustion is weighing on you and the pain is becoming numb.

You aren’t making it out of this.

“I love you Sherlock,” you whisper before the darkness closes in.


“Miss? Miss can you hear me?”

The voice coupled with repetitive beeping brings you to consciousness.

Opening your eyes you flinch at the bright lights ten fixate on the smiling nurse beside you.

That’s when you realize you’re in a hospital, you didn’t die.

“I should be dead,” you croak.

“Aw miss don’t say that. The doctors here are very good and a friendly stranger brought you in just in time,” the nurse replies cheerily.

“I was shot point blank in the stomach,” you deadpan. “If I didn’t die there has to be some catch.” Her face falls and she bites her lip.

“I’m really sorry to tell you this but there is a problem-”

“What?” you hiss.

“You won’t be able to have children and there is a very nasty scar.”

And just like that you were no longer perfect.

Tears started pouring down your cheeks and your body started shaking.

The nurse tried to comfort you but you shoved her away.

And you were left alone to cry and mourn.

You aren’t perfect, he’ll notice, he’ll see.


“(Y/N)?” It’s John, he’s the only one you allow to visit you in the hospital. When the nurse asked you names of people who are cleared to see you, you only said John.

“Hello,” you greet and slowly sit up wincing as you jostle your wound.

“(Y/N), I’m really happy you’re okay and it’s good to see you but Sherlock is desperate to see you,” John says. You knew this would be the first thing he’d say.

“No he cannot see me right now. John I’m a mess right now,” you reply sternly.

“(Y/N) Sherlock loves you and he’s worried sick. Please (Y/N),” John pleads and your resolve wavers. “He loves you, he doesn’t care how you look.”

“See that is where you’re wrong. He has never seen me imperfect ever. I spend hours every day making sure I always look flawless for him. Even when we sleep together I always assure I’m perfect. John I am scarred and imperfect now. I just couldn’t bare it if he said anything.”

After you’re done John looks at you with all this pity on his face and you just sob.

“I have a scar, I can’t have children. John what if he leaves me?” you whimper.

“How could you say that?” The voice makes you freeze and gape.

Sherlock is there.

He’s standing in the doorway looking sad and furious.

“How could you think that? You are still perfect, you have always been perfect. (Y/N) I love you and you will always be perfect to me,” he vows and you cover your face. And then he’s by your side holding you while you cry and petting your flat hair.

“I always thought-”

“You were wrong. (Y/N) I love you and believe it or not I have never seen a flaw in you. Not then and not now.”

Clinging to his shirt you sniffle and look up at him with wet eyes and a tear stained face.


“I promise.”

(Fun fact I used the Baskerville font on the title!)

Loving one who is depressed is hard.You sometimes feel like depression is taking them away from you.Like a thief that leaves them still.Like you don’t know them anymore.It feels like watching your home slowly drift away. And I know it’s hard.But remember it’s harder for them.So please don’t give up on them.They need your love more than ever.And I promise you ,they are trying their best to bounce back.Even when it doesn’t seem like it.Remember you cannot see the battle they bravely face in their own minds.You have to always remember this.
—  You Just Need To Stay // Conee Berdera
There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.
—  The End, Lemony Snicket
I can’t stop falling asleep on the phone with someone I made up inside my own head. I keep digging through all my memories trying to remember when I ever loved you, if I ever did, and how it felt. I passed a beautiful girl on the street today and in my head I asked her to run away with me. I keep running away from love with my feet because my hands cannot stop reaching for it. I keep praying to a God who never answers me. I’m not even sure if I’m praying just to pray anymore or if it actually means anything to me. I cannot remember the last time I kissed someone and didn’t cry. I saw your hands in a dream and all I wanted to do was hold them. I still reach for things that have been moved a long time ago. I find myself searching for your face on the train even though I know I won’t find it. I keep writing letters to myself and asking myself for forgiveness. I’m not even sure for what. Maybe because of the scars on my arms. Maybe because of my empty stomach. I started writing a poem and it turned into a suicide note. I kissed a girl and I can’t remember if it was in a dream or if it actually happened. I picture you in my bed so much I'm actually surprised when I reach for you and you aren't there. There are a lot of ways to harm yourself and I didn’t realize this could be one.
—  m.o.w
Very very important, especially in coming years

They always say if you have a political idea or opinion you want to push, write your local representative. Granted for minor and local things this is the wisest course of action but otherwise–


Letters and emails can take weeks to reach the desk of a representative or even a secretary, and even then it’s much easier for them to brush the whole message off.


I realize, yes. Talking to people. But get this, it is ILLEGAL for them to not answer your call if they are able and they are NOT allowed to hang up on you. Calling is much more direct, and gets your opinion right in their face, be it a secretary or the representative themselves.


If you do this you literally cannot be ignored. If enough people called, it puts the issue and your own voice on the opinion right in front of them, and could even push them to vote differently if enough people are direct enough so that when re-election time rolls around they aren’t voted out.

This could end up making a huge difference so please please please if you want to help, to take action in the next four years


katyperry: @barackobama Thank you for your incredible grace in leadership and for being an exceptional example for us all. You’ve made many who were sleeping, conscious - including myself. I agree with you; we need to burst our bubbles and build real community again, face to face. I am excited to see the generation coming up who as you said, are “Unselfish, altruistic, creative, patriotic and believe in a fair, just, inclusive America.”
I cannot wait to see good triumph. ❤️🇺🇸

Encounter with Antisepticeye

Imagine this: you’re sitting in your very messy room, minding your own business watching YouTube when your computer starts to freak out and glitch. You try figuring out what the problem is but before you can start investigating the issue the glitching stops. You feel a dark presence behind you, you turn around to face…him…Anti, the one that you had thought was fictional all along. But he wasn’t, no, he was real as could be. You tried to scream but before you could Anti cut you off. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YA THINK YER DOIN’?!? YOUR ROOM IS A DISASTER AND I JUST CANNOT STAND IT! I HAVE LOST TRACK OF HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN!!” He lectures. You sit there shocked and wide eyed, were you really getting lectured about the cleanliness of your own room…by a demon?!?

“I-I-I…” you stammered, trying to say something. “I NOTHIN’ WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LYSOL DO YA HAVE ANY LYSOL FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY DO YA HAVE LYSOL IT’S KILLIN’ ME IT SMELLS LIKE A BLOODY LOCKER ROOM IN HERE!!!” Anti roared. You were interested by this, but scared as your hand shakily pointed to the can of Lysol. Anti grabbed the can of Lysol and started spraying everything, the smell was getting nearly suffocating. He then began to clean up everything and organize your room and once his job had been done, he disappeared not to be seen again.


I just really REALLY love Lafayette’s letters to Washington. I mean - you can feel Lafayette fangirling so much. And his way of writing “goodbye” is just perfect:

Adieu, My Most Beloved General, Be pleased to present My Best Respects to Mrs Washington, Mrs Stuart, Your Respected Mother, all your family. Remember me to George, the Young ones, and all friends. let your Affectionate Recollecton, and fatherly Blessing often Attend Your absent, Your dearest, and Most devoted friend, and let your Heart judge What I so Warmly feel, and Cannot Sufficiently Express, that With Every Sentiment of Affection, Respect, and Gratitude I am My Great and Good General till the last throb of My Heart Your Loving friend and affet. Servt - lafayette

I would love to see Washington’s face when he was reading this


1) my favorite drunk girl vampire naming all the stars she cannot see I love her

2) On paper, spike’s response can be read as totally annoyed and dismissive but you SEE THAT FACE?? YOU SEE THAT CHIN RESTING ON THUMB?? James Marsters plays those lines with completely adorable, “OH YOU” doting boyfriend charm that I cannot deal with it.

3) It’s true love if you start spouting drunk nonsense at a party and your significant other just smiles and stares and tells you to please go on. this is my dating advice YOU’RE WELCOME

» daenerys targaryen sentence meme ( book & show )

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❝ I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. ❞
  • ❝ Perhaps I cannot make my people good, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad. ❞
  • ❝ All men must die, but we are not men. ❞
  • ❝ Do not presume to teach me lessons. ❞
  • ❝ Do you know what frightens me? I said farewell to a man who loves me. A man I thought I cared for. And I felt nothing. Just impatient to get on with it. ❞
  • ❝ Will you fight for me? Swear to me. ❞
  • ❝ A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not going to stop the wheel, I’m going to break the wheel. ❞
  • ❝ A dragon is no slave. ❞
  • ❝ My reign has just begun. ❞
  • ❝ It is not your screams I want. Only your life. ❞
  • ❝ I have a gift for you as well. Your life. ❞
  • ❝ You are small men. None of you are fit to lead. But I am. So I will. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t want to be his Queen. I want to go home. ❞
  • ❝ I will answer injustice with justice. ❞
  • ❝ I will not lie with you. And I will bear no children, for you, or anyone else. Not until the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east. ❞
  • ❝ Fire cannot kill a dragon. ❞
  • ❝ This is not life. ❞
  • ❝ I swear to you, these men will die screaming. ❞
  • ❝ Is it so far from madness to wisdom? ❞
  • ❝ I must be their strength. I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt. ❞
  • ❝ I want to make my kingdom beautiful. ❞
  • ❝ He sent me poison wine, yet I live and he is gone. ❞
  • ❝ Yet even crowned, I am a beggar still. ❞
  • ❝ A queen must listen to all. ❞
  • ❝ If I look back I am lost. ❞
  • ❝ The fire is mine. ❞
  • ❝ Do you know what it’s like to be sold, squire? I do. ❞
  • ❝ Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid? ❞
  • ❝ It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone. ❞
  • ❝ Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man. ❞ 
Possible Spoilers Musical Crossover!

So the new article says that one of the songs sung is More I Cannot Wish You

After listening to the song on Youtube, I’m guessing that this is the song ‘Joe’ and ‘Martin Stein’ sing to Millie in the episode.

We know/are guessing that Barry is there when they sing the song.

The song has lines like this: but more I cannot wish you, than to wish you find your love, your own true love (this day?).

Can you imagine Barry watching them sing this to Millie and thinking of Iris!  What if they do a close-up on his face when they sing the words ‘true love’ 😭 .

I’m just guessing, though. It might not be the song they sing here at all!

Dear Jackson

Originally posted by got7official

Warnings: None

Characters: Jackson 

Word Count: 2.1k

Dear Jackson,

I understand that this is a cowardly way to do this. I just knew that if I did this face to face, I wouldn’t be able to say it. I’m truly, truly sorry that things have ended up this way. Just know that when I say I am undoubtedly in love with you, I mean it. You are my sunshine, you’ve always kept me happy in life. I am not doing this because I no longer love you or that I am unhappy with you. I’m doing this because I just cannot take it anymore. The secrets, the hiding, everything. I understand you have to think about your career, but I have to think about myself. I am only doing what is best for the both of us. I know that you’ll do fine when I’m gone, and look on the bright side. You won’t have to be with a woman that is too much of a coward to break up with you to your face. I love you, and I’m sorry.

Jackson read the letter left for him by his girlfriend. ‘How could she do this?’ He thought. He frantically looked around for his jacket, grabbing it before running out of the dorms. He ran the few blocks from the dorm to her apartment, hoping that she would still be awake by the time he arrived. He ran up nine flights of stairs to the floor his girlfriend lived on. He banged on her door, not caring if he woke the neighbors up.

“Jackson, go home. You don’t need to be here,” She said from the other side of the door.

“I’m not going home until we talk about this!” He yelled, continuing to bang on the door.

When the door opened, he leaped into her arms. He held onto her as if she would float away like dust in the wind if he let her go. He heard her sigh, managing to shut the door behind him.

“Please don’t leave me,” He cried. Every tear he shed hit her heart like a hammer. She knew that it would come to this, which is why she left a letter instead of breaking up with him face to face. She should have known that he would have this reaction, but she hoped he would silently accept it.

“It’s what is best for both of us,” She coldly replied. She managed to break herself free from his iron grip, distancing herself from him immediately. Jackson would never admit it, but she was his ultimate weakness. He was a fool in love and would do anything for her. However, he was also a selfish man in love. He didn’t want to let her go, fearing the possibility of her meeting someone else. He wanted to be the only one to have her.

“Tell me why you think this is what’s best,” He pleaded. She refused to speak, so he asked again. This time, grabbing her wrist and turning her around to look at him.

“I’m tired of the secrets,” She whispered. “I’m tired of hiding our relationship. It’s not healthy for us to have to act like we are nothing to each other. Having to hide our relationship from everyone except the other members is not good for us. No matter how much this hurts, I know it’s what I have to do… I will be hurt further if I continue being with you,” She finishes, her words lacking all emotion. He heard his heartstrings snap at the sound of her words.

“I can’t live without you… I love you so much,” His tears started flowing more and more as the situation continued. If he couldn’t have her, he would never be the same. She was his muse, his inspiration. He could do and be anything with her beside him. If she were to leave, he would crumble and fade away.

“You are going to have to, baby. This is what’s best, and you know it,” She argued. His sadness turned to bitterness and anger. “I do not know that!” He yelled. “This isn’t what’s best, and you know that! What do you want me to do? Do you want me to just reveal to the world that we are dating? Do you want me to go against JYP and let our relationship be known? What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want me to do and I will do it. I would do anything for you. Just give me my orders!” He was on his knees begging by this point. No matter how weak it made him look, he was nothing but putty in her hands.

“Please, leave,” She said softly. He nodded his head, knowing that arguing was no use. Much like himself, she was a fighter. She wouldn’t back down, no matter what. He was the same, but she was his kryptonite.

In the few weeks following that night, she had forced herself to move on. Jackson tried to contact her many times since that night, but she ignored him every single time. The first few days, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She usually would spend her off days with Jackson, but now she had a free schedule. She knew that sitting and sulking wouldn’t help, it would only make matters worse. She forced herself to get more consumed by her work, deciding that working would be the right cure. 

She was scrolling through her phone on her lunch break when she saw a link to a video. ‘Jackson Wang Opens Up About Mysterious Girlfriend’ it read. She feared the worst but clicked on the video anyway. The video was taken from a variety show that Got7 had recently been on. One of the MC’s asked about any love interest, and Jackson spoke up.

“Being in love when you’re an idol isn’t an easy thing to do. What is harder, though, is being in love with an idol. My love has had to hide our relationship for so long, and I think the pressure finally became too much for her to handle. We haven’t seen one another in weeks, and honestly, it is hurting me so badly. I have tried to throw myself into music to occupy my mind, but she is in everything around me. She is my muse, some of the best things I have created have been inspired by her. She is the love of my life, and now I fear that she will be gone forever,” Mark pulled him into a hug, rubbing his shoulder as he broke down in tears. The MC was at a lost for words, and so was she. She didn’t even finish eating lunch before she bolted out the door.

The roles were reversed this time as she banged on the door to the Got7 dorm. When someone opened the door, she pushed past them and barged into the room where Jackson laid on his bed.

“Have you lost your mind? What kind of stunt was that? Do you know what this could do to your career?!” She yelled.

“What’s the point of having a career when I don’t have my inspiration with me?!” He yelled back.

She felt all of her strength left her body. She fell to her knees on the floor. Jackson got down on his knees and cried with her, the repercussions of his confession lingered in his mind. He knew, though, that whatever the outcome it would be far easier than trying to live without her. They cried in each other’s arms, and he kissed her head and told her everything would be okay.

“What’s done is done. It’s all out in the open. There’s no more hiding. I would rather lose popularity than lose you. I want to become a better Jackson not only for myself but for you, the other members, and iGot7. Keeping a secret like this hasn’t helped me become a better Jackson, it has done the opposite.”

He grabbed his phone from on top of his bed, typing in his passcode and opening Instagram. He went to his page and tapped on his most recent post. It was a picture of them taken on their first date. 

Jacksonwang852g7: I am sure by now most of you have heard my recent confession. This is the woman that I am in love with. We have been together for almost a year and three months now. I took this picture on our first date. Please do not think that I lied to all of you about her. At the time, letting our relationship be known to the public was not something that could be a reality. I placed such a massive burden on her shoulders by making her keep this secret. Despite knowing that we would have to hide our relationship, she always met me with a smile and warmth. I know you are worried about me, but I am wonderful I promise 😊 I let my emotions get ahold of me too much in that interview and I am sorry that I worried you all.

 I hope that my relationship with her doesn’t change my relationship with you. I did not intend on this being how I told all of you. I want us to have as close of a relationship as we can, without secrets. I promise from here there will be no more secrets. I love every single one of you and wish you nothing but happiness and good health. Please take care of us and accept us with love and open arms. With all of iGot7 supporting me, I can become a better Jackson. This is only the first step for me ❤️

“You are such a fool…” She sighed, handing his phone back to him. She knew that most of his fans would support him no matter what, but she also knew that he would receive a bit of hate for being in a relationship. She also knew that his company wouldn’t have nice things to say to him about the situation. He didn’t care about either of those, though. He was ready to take responsibility for his actions.

“You’re right. I’m just a fool. A fool in love with you.”

She wondered why she ever thought that breaking up in the first place would be the best thing for them. They were best for each other, secret or no secret. She found that it was part of her selfishness that first gave her the idea. She wanted to be able to show to the world how amazing her boyfriend is. She wanted to be able to go out in public and kiss, hold hands, and hug out in the open without worries of someone seeing them. Not being able to do that drove her mad. 

Despite that, even if he hadn’t come out about their relationship, they wouldn’t have been able to stay apart for long. His own selfishness would have gotten the best of him and he would make sure that they were together, but she wouldn’t have put up much of a fight after long anyway.

Jackson ran his hands through her hair as she rested her head on his lap. He placed a kiss to her temple, his heart at peace. He was a lot of things, but most importantly he was just a foolish man. A foolish man in love with a woman that is far too good for him. Despite that fact, he knew that he would do his best to love her and protect her as long as he lived. He was never going to let her slip through his fingers again. Even if he had to chain himself to her, he would stay by her side forever.

“I love you, with all of my heart I do.”

“I love you too.”

Dear Jackson,

It may be difficult to love Jackson from Got7, but loving Jackson Wang is as easy as breathing. You may be a fool for loving me, but I am as much a fool as you. I let my own selfishness get the best of me, and that was a mistake. I understand my mistakes now and I will never make those mistakes again. I will push you to be the best that you can be and will stay by your side through even the most difficult of times. I know you will also do the same for me. I love you, you sweet fool.

- Forever and always ❤

There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened , but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.