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“Shiro,” Keith breathes, completely and utterly floored.

Shiro, tiny Shiro, gasps. He scrambles at the back wall, pressing himself further into the corner as he stares up at the four shell-shocked Paladins with desperate, naked fear. He chokes out three lost and miserable words:

“Who are you?”

First glimpse of smol!Shiro from @butteredonions‘s killing-me-softly fic, The Size Of Our Actions. More forthcoming.

I’m happy for you, I really am… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wish that I could change your mind and make you want to be with me again. I can’t change your mind and the more I think about it, the more I wonder why I want to so damn bad.
—  Okay
When you’re all alone and it’s midnight and contemplate calling them to confess feelings that should never be said especially a year later, I think that’s when you know that you aren’t even halfway to the end
—  I don’t want this

I was tagged by my beautiful buddies @daeminanalo and @minnyhyuk to do the lockscreen, wallpaper, last song you listened to, and recent selfie tag! Thank you both so much! 😊

I rarely take selfies, so this one is actually a week old whoops. And my lock screen was taken at BAP’s concert a few weeks ago and it’s my pride and joy 🙏 ;A;

I’ll tag @vocalpmh, @mystic-astro-trash, @frogger-heejun, @fakearoha, and @puppycat-eyes + anyone else who would like to do this! Don’t feel obligated to do this in any way, just have fun!

What if they would look back at mcr and stuff from when they were younger while listening to the kids of yesterday then started crying and said “I miss you” to themselves…. :’( ;-;-; HELLLLLLP

Before I wake up in the morning, I can hear a voice in my head telling me to keep sleeping and keep dreaming. I open my eyes anyway and realize what the voice meant.

Some mornings I wake up and check my phone to see if he got lonely or drunk last night and wanted me. He never does but I still feel let down every time.

—  It was better when you texted me good morning
I’m drunk and I know that I shouldn’t have texted you. I just felt like I needed to tell you something, anything. I just keep thinking about how long it’s been since we’ve been together. I have a feeling you didn’t want me to. But to be honest I’ve kissed enough boys to know that you are the only one I want to tell me you love me. I don’t know how to make you understand that. I can’t keep taking it one day at a time. I still love you too much.
—  You’re not going to text me later like you said you would
I don’t hate you. I don’t wish you never happened to me. I don’t regret a single moment spent loving you. I understand you. I want to say thank you. Thank you for giving me something that I’ve never experienced. Thank you for showing me how to love a person and allowing me the true privilege of being yours. Thank you for loving me, and doing it right. Thank you for always listening. I’m sorry we are so young and circumstance intervened. I believe I met you too early in life. I was hoping to go through a few heartbreaks before I got to you. I wish you happiness with everything you do. One day we’ll each find our home, and maybe I’ll even get to help you unpack.
—  An Open Letter To My Love
December 9th, 2015 // 3:18am
It’s hard to be thankful when I can’t stop thinking about how I might never hear you say that you love me ever again. I miss you and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it to myself. I just don’t know how to tell you in a way that will make you think that us together is a good idea.
—  Thankful for the time we had but desperately want us to have more

You miss me sometimes. I don’t know when it happens. I think about it a lot though.

The radio’s on and you look ahead. My favorite song is playing and your fingers linger on the button. You can’t get yourself to change it.

You’re changing and you pick up the sweater that I stretched out when I pulled you closer to me. When you wear it, you kind of feel my body pressed against yours.

Someone’s talking and you hear a name that sounds an awfully lot like mine. You think about how wrong it feels for someone else to utter my name, but how perfect my name falls off your own lips. You walk away.

She whispers that she loves you across the dark room after you fucked her. You think about saying it back but it tastes like lead. You try and make the words come out but they don’t come out right. She doesn’t notice.

You look at me across the hall and wonder who has touched the skin you used to love. You don’t know what to say because there’s too much distance that you caused. You’re wearing that sweater and she’s tugging at your hand. The world never felt so out of sync until that moment.. Until I looked back at you.

You and I both know that for that millisecond, we could breath again.

—  Maybe I’m being dramatic, but you miss me sometimes. You couldn’t look me in the eyes and say that you don’t think of me every once in a while
Sometimes I’ll say something that you used to say without thinking about it. Then I think about how that person I’m talking to has no idea. They have no idea how grateful I am to still hear your voice in my head. Some people aren’t so lucky.
—  Some people tear themselves apart trying to remember the voice they once loved
I try so hard to not talk about you because I’ve found that once I start, I can’t seem to shut up.
—  It was like that when we were dating and even now that we’re broken up it hasn’t changed
I was wondering whether or not I ever truly loved you at all. Then I thought about your face and I felt my stomach turn and my heart felt like it was going to burst. Then I just felt like an idiot for trying to belittle you like that.
—  I did. I know I did. Hell, I probably still do.

Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that you were the worst thing that ever happened to me.

That’s only because you were one of the greatest people that has been placed in my life and you voluntarily left me and I tore myself to shreds.

This month has been the worst. I don’t know how I’m still functioning with all of my broken pieces scattered like clothes on the floor. I don’t know how I haven’t called you after all the miserable late night/early morning car rides home.

I’d kick you out of my head if I could.

—  Believe me, I’ve tried.
I keep thinking about how sad our situation is. I’m so sure you still love me….
And I’m so sure I still love you….
But you are faking it with another girl because I’m faking being over you…
So when do we tear off the masks and admit that maybe we aren’t as strong without each other’s hand to hold as we thought we were?
—  I’m so sure of it