i made this at like 4 in the morning

The Reunion

Whether you liked or disliked season 4, there’s one thing for certain-

You’re happy Matt is finally back and safe

And the reunion scene between Pidge and Matt after all the emotions and build up in the show-

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I’m not crying you’re crying

It was (one of) the most satisfying and happiest scene(s) we’ve gotten so far in the series for us and for the characters of the show.

However, this isn’t the reunion I wanted to talk about. No, the reunion I want to talk about is

The reunion between Shiro and Matt

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People loved that Shiro and Matt finally found each other after so long and after all the build up in the series, and I was happy that they finally found each other too but… I can’t help but feel like something’s off and after a couple of seconds of watching the scene I had realized 

The scene was beyond underwhelming 

Because they meet each other after so long with all this build up for what?

 A small bro hug?

I thought this is not how it was supposed to go, the build up and emotions and just- 

WHERE IS IT???

Now, here’s why I find this scene so underwhelming:

Pidge and Shiro are the ones closest to Matt and both want him back well and alive and miss him with all their hearts. Obviously, they’re both going to miss Matt in different ways because for Pidge, Matt is her older brother she was close to. In the flash backs, one of them was a show of how smart Pidge is but it also showed how lonely she was had felt with it. Matt helps her see that her smart brain is not a curse but an awesome gift. She relies on him. Pidge misses her brother.

For Shiro, Matt is his friend (depending on the backstory we get with those two they might be best friends even). They graduated together, went on an important space exploration together and suffered together (and separately). They’ve gone through big and small together and they’re both close. Shiro misses his friend.

Along with missing Matt, Shiro has a prominent thing about himself that makes this scene so underwhelming

There is such a thing as Survivor’s Guilt

Now Survivor’s guilt “is a mental condition that occurs when a person believes they have done something wrong by surviving a traumatic event when others did not” It’s also a significant symptom of PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. 

Now we know that Shiro suffers from PTSD, I don’t need to explain why because everyone already knows. It’s canon.

 But with PTSD (depending on the situation), there’s a high chance of Survivor’s Guilt. It’s “ a significant symptom of post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).” It’s a part of having that PTSD.

So what’s to stop Shiro’s PTSD from causing him to be alone with his thoughts and overthink what he knows and convinces himself that Matt and Samuel aren’t as okay as he wants to believe?

What’s to stop Shiro’s PTSD from causing him nightmares where he watches Matt and Samuel die in front of his eyes and feel like he could have saved them but didn’t?

What’s to stop Shiro’s PTSD from making him feel guilty about escaping and leaving Matt and Samuel in the clutches of the Galra and possibly dying when he was able to get away alive?

What’s to stop Shiro’s PTSD from making him pour out all his built up emotions and guilt that he’s been hiding for the sake of the team and universe after finally seeing Matt right there in front of him, touching Matt right there in front of him, hearing Matt right there in front of him, feeling Matt’s heartbeat right there as he hugs him, having Matt alive right there in front of him?

What I’m trying to say is:

Shiro cares about Matt a lot, it’s been established in the show. Shiro saves Matt from suffering in the Gladiator arena. Shiro cares about Matt’s (and Samuel’s) family by taking Pidge under his wing as a brother figure for her. Shiro misses Matt and I don’t understand why the scene is the way it is. I needed more and there was supposed to be more but it’s not there.

Now there is the argument that Pidge had told the team on their way back that she had in fact found Matt and Shiro would be anticipating Matt’s return

 but there would still be those built up emotions that were never shown and it leaves me feeling that-

There’s something off about Shiro

It could be the clone theory, it could be something else but there’s something off about Shiro and it has to do with the Galra and when he disappeared at the end of season 2. There’s something wrong with him and this was the biggest red flag that gave me the biggest feeling of this in season 4.

And at the very least,

This scene could have been so much more

Domestic OTP story starters:
  • 1. "It's a pillow fort made out of blankets."
  • 2. "Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?"
  • 3. "Cough into your elbow like a civilized human being."
  • 4. *sleepy snuggles when neither one wants to get out of bed in the morning*
  • 5. "It's not burnt. It's slightly toasted."
  • 6. "Get out before I suffocate you with hairspray."
  • 7. "Your dad doesn't like me, and he owns guns..."
  • 8. "Get over yourself. It's connect-four."
  • 9. "What do you mean you cut yourself doing dishes? You never do the dishes?"
  • 10. "I don't care if I'm allergic, I bought him and we're keeping him."
  • 11. "Frozen pizza...why don't you just give me dog food?"
  • 12. "FIX THE INTERNET BEFORE I SMASH THIS COMPUTER"

17.06.09 fancafe - bts_V

01:40
as expected

I couldnt make this song with out namjoon hyung, right~
I’ve always wanted to write about the dawn too..
I like songs of styles like this, so I listened to them a lot and tried to sing them and make them and my song writing was on fire so I asked namjoon hyung, and because of him I got the beat I really wanted

since namjoon hyungs melody was so good, I tried writing with 6 different melodies
I thought of the topic ‘birds at dawn’
In the park with, one one else, just me and the morning birds, the time passing from 4 to 5 just before the sun rises, the bluish time was breif and it this time was so nice that I went to see it 5 days in a row
there I made the melody to the beat that namjoon hyund did, I don’t write lyrics well like namjoon but I tried putting my favourite feelings into the lyrics too

in the cold winter winds where the tired  sounds are ringing in the dark (quiet dawn)
you close your eyes to the sound of silence
fly
the birds at dawn cry worridly
fly
let me hear your voice fill this dawn

it’s like sending a letter to the birds of dawn but
I would have given up in the middles since I lack writing songs but thanks to namjoon hyung I was able to complete '4 o'clock’

I will try more songs for you to listen to in the future too
and vocal monster 👊🏻🤘🏻☺️
I will bring more songs for us to make in the future too☺️

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Eight | Yoongi

Scenario: Eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you
Genre: Fluff and implied sexual activities
Word Count: 5,154
Author’s Note: Inspired by R. McKinley’s “8 Ways To Say I Love You”

i. when he gets a little too drunk and calls you

The first time he lets those three damn little words escape his mouth, he had been drunk—swimming in the courage that could only be ignited by alcohol. The alcohol had been brought forth by Taehyung as a celebratory congratulations for another successful comeback. The guys had all figured what the hell, they deserved this break, even if the freedom that comes with downing shots only lasts so long, everyone jumped at the chance to let loose for a little while. At least, until the sun rises with the promise of a new day.

Yoongi loses count after his fifth shot, the night slowly blending into shared laughter, jokes, crude memories, and conversations about the short existence of human life. Jimin and Jungkook had drunk lots more than Yoongi—and Yoongi had downed a lot—and the pair of younger boys appear to be having a private conversation of their own. Hoseok is knocked out on the couch. Yoongi barely hears something about pigeons and black holes, before he dismisses himself out of the living room and into the hallway.

He can hear Taehyung, Seokjin, and Namjoon in another room, laughing over the sound of what could be a video game. Barely paying attention to any of that, Yoongi lazily manages to reach for the phone in his back pocket as he stops in the middle of the hallway to dial the only seven digits he’ll ever bother to memorize.

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I remember not going to after-parties. I went home and I cried a little bit, and I got In-N-Out Burger and ate a lot … You have a few options when you don’t win an award: You can decide like, ‘Oh, they’re wrong.’ Second, you can be like, ‘I’m going to go up on the stage and take the mic from whoever did win it.’ Or third, you can say, ‘Maybe they’re right. Maybe I did not make the record of my career. Maybe I need to fix the problem, which is that I have not made sonically cohesive albums.“
I woke up at 4 in the morning, and I’m like, [the new album is] called 1989, I’ve been making 80s synthpop, I’m just going to keep doing that. ’’m calling it a pop record. I am not listening to anyone at my record label. I’m starting tomorrow.
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Astell doesn’t have the mark on her ear…I cri T^T the version on Deviantart she does but it takes so long to upload on here…I don’t wanna have to do that right away…ehhhhhh

so I made the Dreemurr family in the Sims 4..craziness ensued:

Asriel liked doing sit-ups during dinnertime

Asgore always played with a toy butterfly he kept in his inventory

Astell made it a point to wake up at 3am sharp every morning to wake everyone up crying

Toriel always fixed everything when she wasn’t cleaning the whole house or following the baby around

The kids had a monster under the bed that Asgore valiantly chased away with monster spray (Chara always ran away)

Asriel always played with a ducky

Asgore liked to show Astell flash cards

Astell always looked for Chara to hug them

everyone liked to dance to music, usually when Chara was trying to sleep

Chara danced by themself usually

and I made Asgore a gardener…not that it mattered because no matter how hard I try I can’t get him to plant one freaking thing before he wanders off to do something else

and apparently Frisk can’t take care of themself, they passed out on the floor the other day because they refuse to sleep when everyone else does 

The Only Exception (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

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laurenjauregui: Also was sent a beautiful scripture this morning from @normanikordei ’s grandma(: it read “Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love” - 1 John 4:8 When I grew up reading and studying the Bible I always associated my creator with Love; an unconditional source of forgiveness and understanding and patience and kindness. I never once though that being made in his likeness meant that I was in His position of judgement, only that I was created to be a reflection of his love which was too great for me to even comprehend. Today, I ask you to reflect on the love in your life and be grateful for it..find little ways to express it and never stop looking for the people who remind you you are not alone in your suffering. Find someone who doesn’t have an ounce of it in their lives and give them all you got. Love is what’s gonna heal this world and people’s cold, asleep hearts. Start that fire🔥 

gigillian  asked:

for your next story i vote you tell us the one where you tried to fight your reflection while on ambien. it sounds like a hoot.

so ambien can be a really good drug for people with bad insomnia. but when my doctor prescribed it to me, she looked me dead in the eyeballs and said, “take this when you are ready to sleep. keep it on your bedside table. when you are in bed, lights off, ready to go, take one of these pills. don’t take one of these pills at any other time.”

i was like, “yo, doc, recreational drug use is just not really on the menu. literally the most illegal thing i do is not put on a seatbelt in cabs.”

  • YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME, COPPERS!!!!

ambien was a really great temporary solution for me. i’d turn out the light, take the pill, and have crazy weird vivid dreams about dancing across the ocean to iceland and forming a professional wheelbarrow racing team with my RA, zach. finally i could sleep like a regular human person and not a crypt monster that only comes out at night to hiss at little children through their bedroom windows! “MOM DAD THERE’S A CRYPT MONSTER!!!” they would cry, but lo! i would already be gone, with my humpback and bearded chin, howling into the night.

  • haha, you dumb kids.

where it all went wrong was some random weeknight, let’s say thursday because it IS thursday, i turned out the light, took my pill, and rolled over to go to sleep.

“goodnight,” i said to my roommate, olivia.

“goodnight,” olivia said.

i closed my eyes. i could hear the samba music. ICELAND HERE I COME. but just as that sweet sweet rhythm began to take me over, i jerked awake and realized i had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN TO DO MY SCIENCE LAB.

so my options were as follows:

  1. go to sleep, and hand the lab in late. PROS: sleep. CONS: confront my deep-rooted use of grades as a reflection of self-worth.
  2. get up, do the lab, and then go immediately to sleep. PROS: LEAVE THOSE NEUROSES FOR ANOTHER DAY, SUCKER!! CONS: miss out on my sweet samba nights.

i obviously decided to get up.

  • haha “confront your emotional baggage”??????? what do i look like to you, a CONCIERGE???????

“are you… sure this is a good idea?” olivia asked.

“it’s gonna take me like, twenty minutes tops,” i said, with all the confidence of someone who had never been under the influence of drugs before. “please. i’ll be FINE.”

my desk at the time had a little light on it, and a mirror that i used to do my makeup in the morning. the rest of the room was still pretty dark. i put my head down and did my lab as fast as i could, convinced that there was some sort of secret mile-marker where if i was awake after it my body would liquify like alex mac and i’d have to spend the rest of my life on the RUN from SHADY GOVERNMENTAL ORGANIZATIONS.

  • in retrospect, this may have been the ambien already at work.

so i finished the lab, triumphant. i turned to tell olivia that i had mastered mind over body and could now sleep peacefully, when i caught the eye of my own reflection in the desk mirror.

except it wasn’t my reflection. i felt sure of this. i wasn’t looking at me in a reflective surface. i was looking at a different me in a different dimension. not just a DIFFERENT me but an EVIL me, a me who liked CELERY and LOVED AYN RAND and frankly thought we all needed to calm down about “EQUALITY” because there were BIGGER ISSUES, LIKE WHY DON’T I HAVE AN INDOOR POOL??????? THERE’S YOUR INJUSTICE!!!!!!

this evil me wasn’t content with her own dimension anymore. she wanted mine.

“YOU CAN’T HAVE IT,” i told her, jerking my head left and right to try and catch her in a trap. but she was good. she was very good. she mimicked me exactly.

“i can’t have what?” olivia asked, surprised.

“shhhhhhh, not you, i’m not talking to you,” i hissed. i looked at her—and THERE EVIL ME WAS AGAIN, THIS TIME IN THE WINDOW. i dropped the floor. “AVOID REFLECTIVE SURFACES,” i said. “THAT’S WHERE THEY CAN GET YOU.”

olivia, who by the way was one of those super chill people for whom a raised eyebrow is the mollyhall equivalent of removing all my clothes and throwing myself into a lake, raised an eyebrow. “who can get me?”

"the OTHER DIMENSIONERS,” i told her impatiently.

  • i should add here that this all seemed incredibly obvious to me at the time. like, the fact that olivia was QUESTIONING this seemed so preposterous to me??? OBVIOUSLY everything i was saying and doing made PERFECT SENSE.
  • NEVER TRUST A DOPPELGANGER, OLIVIA!!!!!!!

i popped up quickly, shook my body around like i was trying to see if there was any spare change rattling around in it, and then ducked back down. but EVIL ME was too quick. every motion was mirrored. 

HOW DID SHE DO IT?????

“i have to pee,” i announced, and crawled out of the room on my hands and knees, so as to not have to see any reflective surfaces. when i came back, olivia peered at me over the bottom of her bed.

“maybe you should go to bed now,” she suggested.

“WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU THINK I NEEDED TO GO TO BED?” i asked. “I FEEL GREAT. I’M GONNA FIGHT THIS BITCH AND I’M GONNA WIN!!! NOBODY PUTS MY DIMENSION IN THE CORNER!!!!!”

“okay,” olivia agreed, “but maybe you should go to bed, instead.”

olivia didn’t understand, though. i was finally seeing CLEARLY. i was at the start of a HERO’S JOURNEY. i was going to SAVE THE WORLD!!! it was dangerous, it was hard, and i’d probably have to hook up with a super hot guy at some point only to be BETRAYED to learn that he was WORKING FOR THE ENEMY, and then he’d come to my rescue at the last minute and say MOLLYHALL IT STARTED OUT LIKE THAT BUT THEN I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU and i’d be like “omg idk if i can forgive you” and he’d be like “look into my eyes 4 five minutes” and i’d be like “you’ve made a good point” and then we would ALMOST KISS but be INTERRUPTED by EVIL ME and then i’d have to fight her TO THE DEATH, and although at several dicey moments we’d all think OH GOD EVIL ME IS GOING TO WIN!!! she obviously wouldn’t win because hello have you SEEN A MOVIE BEFORE??? WHAT IS THIS, YOUR FIRST MOVIE??????????

anyway that was the plan, until—

when i woke up in the morning, all the blinds were drawn, my mirror was face down on the desk, and i had inexplicably color-coded the food in olivia’s snack bin.

Try My Best

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Request: Could you do one where y/n and Shawn go to Matt’s wedding? and it’s all cute

Word Count: 2,100

A/N: Read this first to get background story. 

Try My Best

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” the priest said, letting Matt and Catherine share their first kiss as newlyweds.

“Aww, babe. Are you crying?” Shawn whispered, leaning slightly towards you. You didn’t need to look at him to know, he was smirking widely your way.

“Shut up, Shawn. It’s just so beautiful” you said to your defence.

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Is beautiful to wake up to a message “Hey someone uploaded the spoiler from Episode 4 again”.

I mean what a way to start my morning, just what I needed, the exact ammount of stress and disappointment in humanity we all want in the morning right?

Is not like I’ve made videos about this issue and is not like people doesn’t know about my current situation.

They just do it on purpose. Maybe they know the damage it causes me as a person, or maybe they’re unaware of it… or maybe they are but the dumb freak doesn’t care about it.

closure- h.s imagine

“Y/N.”

Harry stood in front of you with a drink in his hand and a sense of nervousness in his eyes as he smiled at you. Your face mirrored the same look of queasiness as you stared at your ex boyfriend. “Harry. Nice to see you again.”

Harry nodded his head in agreement. “Always a pleasure, Y/N.” You could feel your cheeks burn as you noticed Harry’s eyes scanning over you as if he was analyzing you. It’s been a while since the two of you were in each other’s presence but Harry still managed to keep you on your toes.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you, the only sound heard was from everyone else enjoying themselves at the party the two of you were at. It’s been years since the two of you saw each other. Do you congratulate him on his debut album? Does he ask how does it feel to finally be out of uni? It was a weird line for you to cross for the two of you weren’t each other’s exes, you were each other’s firsts. First kiss, first relationship, first love, first time. First heartbreak.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes to stop the tears from cascading down your face as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Harry wiped his bloodshot eyes as he stared at you. “I was drunk. I was so drunk and I was missing you so much.”

Your head whipped towards Harry, your eyes narrowing. “Are you saying that you cheating was my fault? Because you missed me, you decided to sleep with some random girl!” You stood up, suddenly wanting to get as far away from the person that once made you feel like you were home.

Harry stood up just as fast as his hands grabbed at his long locks. “No! Of course not! I wasn’t in the right mind space and that being mixed with alcohol-

“You have some bloody nerve to sit here in front of me blaming alcohol and you being horny. You cheated on me, Harry! I could never forgive you for that!”

Harry’s eyes went wide as you turned to leave. He quickly went to grab your hand but you were quick to turn around and slap him.

Harry stared at you with shocked and tearing eyes. You were breathing hard, trying not to break down in the middle of the apartment. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

Moving on from Harry was the longest, most toughest thing you’ve ever had to do in your life. Harry was the first person to ever make you feel beautiful and loved. But Harry was also the first person to ever make you feel small and question your worth.

Harry always thought cheating was the most vile thing someone could ever do. So when he cheated on you, he felt absolutely disgusted with himself for a long time. It made him question who he was as a man. You were the most perfect thing Harry has ever had in his life. Why would he let you slip out of his hands by doing such a stupid thing? Why would he throw away not only his relationship with you but also the beautiful years of friendship the two of you shared?

Harry cleared his throat. “I didn’t know you were friends with Nick” Harry pointed out before he took a sip of his drink in his hand. You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Oh. Yeah, I met him through a friend. Quite a party this is” you said as your eyes wondered around all the colors and fun going on in the room.

Harry let out a small chuckle. “Yeah. That’s Nick for ya.” You nodded your head, your eyes looking everywhere else but Harry. Harry on the other hand couldn’t look at anything else but you. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You bit down on your bottom lip as you stared at your empty glass that you so badly wanted to refill. Harry continued, “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

Your eyes closed momentarily as you let out a deep breath. What felt like forever to Harry, you finally opened your eyes and looked at him. You nodded your head slowly and agreed, “Almost three years.”

Harry placed his drink on a nearby table before he grabbed his bottom lip, a habit he had whenever he was nervous. “Listen, Y/N. I never had the chance to apologize for that night.”

Harry immediately closed his mouth when you placed your hand up to interrupt him. “Please, Harry. Not now.”

Not being able to handle the tension any more, you turned your body to walk away until Harry gently placed his hand on your arm.

“Y/N, don’t you think we should talk about it? Get some…closure?”

You turned your head to look at Harry. “Closure? I needed closure when you fucking cheated on me three years ago. Why didn’t you come after me? Why did you let me walk away?”

Your words shocked both you and Harry. You didn’t know if you meant the words leaving your mouth. Would you have forgiven Harry if he fought harder for your relationship? Would you guys still be together to this day? Would you guys have come to this party together. With how things ended so quickly, Harry wasn’t sure you wanted him anymore. There were so many things Harry wanted to do, wanted to say but he didn’t; next to cheating on you, letting you walk away without Harry telling how much he loved you was a big regret in his life.

You shook your head as you looked up at Harry. You moved your body away from his. “Goodbye, Harry.” And with that, you walked away from Harry for the second time in your life.


You let out a sigh as you stared at your phone to check on the status of the Uber you just requested. You looked up to the sound of Harry shouting your name.

As Harry walked up to you, you wrapped your arms around yourself. Harry shook his head, “I’m not letting you walk away again.”

You shook your head. “Please, Harry. Don’t.”

“I love you.”

You were about to protest, about to tell Harry that he was delusional but Harry was quick to continue, “I’ve loved you since we were kids, I’ve loved you since we were 18, I’ve loved you my entire life. And cheating on you was the most stupidest, most vile thing I’ve ever done. And I will never forgive myself for it. I promised you that I would always protect you from whatever that would hurt you. And I broke that promise when I was the one that ended up hurting you.”

Your lips trembled as tears started to flood your eyes. Harry let out a sniff, his own eyes filling with tears. “When we broke up, it was the hardest thing. Not only did I lose the person I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with, I lost my best friend. I couldn’t tell you how devastating it was when me and the boys went our separate ways or tell you about my album or that I was fucking auditioning for a bloody movie. And you know what absolutely breaks my heart, Y/N? I couldn’t tell you when I could. If I didn’t ruin us, I could’ve. Me and you could’ve been together. We could’ve been married. We could’ve had kids together if I didn’t ruin everything.”

You didn’t notice that with each word Harry was saying, he was inching towards you. Harry placed his face onto the crook of your neck as he let out a loud sob, not caring who saw.

Slowly you wrapped your arms around Harry, trying to choke down your own tears. It was in this moment that you knew how badly the two of you needed closure. You realized that the both of you made a mistake with how you guys ended. Because of your mistake, the both of you bottled up so many emotions and went without each other for too long.

This was the closure you guys needed.


i woke up at like 4 in the morning and i got the idea for this prompt but i swear to you it was me being delirious cause i was like FUCK YEAH THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME 

now that i typed it out im just like eh. lol let me know what you guys think!

you can find the rest of my writing here

30 Day witch character challenge

I made it for myself, but I’ve thought I’d share it for others to enjoy, as I know how much tumblr loves Witches of all kinds. You can use it as a drawing challenge, character creation challenge, The Sims challenge, whatever you like. Enjoy! :D

Day 1: Forest witch
Day 2: Sea witch
Day 3: Vintage witch
Day 4: Night witch
Day 5: Storm witch
Day 6: Morning witch
Day 7: Rain witch
Day 8: Love witch
Day 9: Wild witch
Day 10: Neon witch
Day 11: Garden witch
Day 12: Pastel witch
Day 13: Herb witch
Day 14: Cloud witch
Day 15: River witch
Day 16: Twilight witch
Day 17: Electric witch
Day 18: Music witch
Day 19: Animal witch
Day 20: Modern witch
Day 21: Dragon witch
Day 22: Time witch
Day 23: Air witch
Day 24: Moonlight witch
Day 25: Crystal witch
Day 26: Mountain witch
Day 27: Urban witch
Day 28: Fire witch
Day 29: Death witch
Day 30: Steampunk witch

I don’t want an apology.
I don’t need the two pointless words
“I’m sorry”, to spill out of your mouth with little to no truth in them.
I want the recognition. I want you to know how the words you said to me sometimes still keep me up at night. Or how I still spend days trapped in my own bed wondering what I did so wrong for you to leave me the way that you did, even though I know in my heart that I was too good for you. I just loved you too much to walk away first.
I want you to know that I’m absolutely terrified to give someone the power to make me happy again. You proved to me so violently that happiness can be given to me on a silver platter with a pair of innocent eyes and soft hands to hold. But those eyes can turn a sad shade of grey and a hand that is calloused and refuses to be touched within what seems like a few days.
And before I can catch my breath and figure out what the fuck is going on, why your hands turned cold or why you stopped looking at me with love, it’s suddenly a Tuesday morning where I find myself gathering every piece of me from where I once called my home.
And suddenly it’s been 7 months since I walked out your door. It’s been 4 months since we’ve spoken. It’s been 2 days since I’ve made eye contact with you.
Time is a funny thing. Some people say time heals all wounds, or makes them painfully deeper. I can’t agree with either. 7 months ago I wanted an apology. Today, I don’t need or want that. I want it to hurt for you. Even if it’s just for a day, or a moment, I want you to look at the girl you once called the love of your life, and realize everything you could’ve had, everything you should’ve said, everything you let go,
And everything you lost.
—  I was always too good for you
Either/Or: Single II

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Previously on Single

The apartment was decked in all of the holiday spirit. Lights on every surface, sloppy snowflakes cut and taped on the windows, stockings hung with care and construction paper and cotton ball snowmen on the walls. The tree itself was modest in girth, but laden with ornaments, all kinds of handmade, hot glue gunned and glitter bespeckled entities.

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