i'll continue to walk with you

“Egg shells,” I told her. “It felt like walking on egg shells.”

She had asked me what it felt like to be with him. She continued, “So why did you stay? Why did you put yourself through that?”

I smiled. “Because, sometimes, it wasn’t all that bad. If I tip toed in just the right pattern—if I watched my steps carefully—it was beautiful. We were beautiful.” Then my smile fell. “But sometimes, the egg shells cracked if even just the wind blew in the wrong way. And that’s when I should’ve left, but I never could make myself.”

She looked at me with sad eyes.

“I loved him,” I told her. “I loved him so much that I became an expert at every game he played. And he loved who I became for him.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #121 // It felt like walking on egg shells
I bumped into you today. Your tall frame towering over my small one. As I walked passed you, you continued to look at me as I walked away. If only we talked to each other.
—  today // 8:00pm
A Question

Someone asked me,

“Do you still love her?”

I looked at her and without hesitation I replied,

“I still do.”

“Then why did you leave her?,” She uttered with girdled blues.

I cast my eyes over the window beside me and gently answered,

“Walking away from someone you love does not always mean you have stop loving them.”

She looked at me, puzzled, as though I am a perplexed mathematical equation.

I cracked a forceful smile as I continued,

“Sometimes, you do it because you have to stop hurting yourself.”


So, my advice to you, would be to continue to use every crayon in the box. Live your life like there’s no tomorrow, and experience everything. The plus side to that, is the world will get to experience you. Don’t wait for the world to come knocking. Open that door, and walk thru it. It’ll be a better place with you in it.
Advent Day 4: Teachers!AU

Pairing: JongKey
Rating: G
Length: 600~
Warnings: Again, nothing. Um jokingly threatening students? Sort of, but not really. 

Summary: Their students ship them.

“I’m going to punch every one of my kids from eighth period straight in the face,” Key said as he stormed into the music teacher’s classroom. 

“You know that you sound deranged, right?” Jonghyun asked as he saw the theatre teacher walk in fuming. He didn’t stop grading the original compositions that had been turned in by his last period students, though, unsure of where this was going. “You can’t actually hit kids. They did away with corporeal punishment long before we were even teachers.”

“I know,” Key let out a long sigh. “It doesn’t mean that I can’t fantasize about it though.” 

Jonghyun chuckled, understanding the frustration of his fellow teacher. It was difficult to teach high school, even more so when your subject was an elective. There was always kids who were just looking to get an easy A without really trying at anything. “Wait, eighth period? Aren’t those your theatre company kids?” 

Being company kids, in whichever performing art they were in, meant that the kids were actually interested in the subject as they were a set group of performers who were involved in most productions. They were usually upperclassmen who had been with the teachers for longer than a year. Jonghyun rarely heard Key complain about those kids. Sure they got on his nerves from time to time, as all teenagers did, but never to the point of threats of physical violence. That was usually reserved for freshmen who thought they were cool because they were in high school now.

“Yeah, but those little shits,” Key continued to huff, “they think they know everything about me and that they can just make assumptions about my personal life!” 

That gave Jonghyun pause; he raised his head and saw that not only had Key stormed into his classroom in a snit, but he was also blushing from the tips of his ears down to his neck where his button up shirt began. “What did they say?” 

“They said they shipped us!” Key said, sounding vaguely indignant, but mostly mortified. “I didn’t even know what the hell that meant until Jin took pity on me and explained.”

Jonghyun chuckled loudly and continued grading papers. “I told you to download Urban Dictionary onto your phone. It comes in handy when teaching high schoolers.” 

“Yeah well,” Key sighed loudly again, surely trying to justify himself and why he never listened to Jonghyun. “I thought I was still with it.” 

“No one says ‘with it’ anymore, either,” Jonghyun said shaking his head. 

“Shut up,” Key said, with no heat in his voice. The original surge of anger seemed to have died down as soon as he sat down on the edge of Jonghyun’s desk. “Can you believe those twerps though? They said that because we were the only two openly gay teachers that we should get together.” 

“That’s kind of really close minded,” Jonghyun replied, finally done with the composition that he was grading. 

“I know, right?” Key questioned with raised eyebrows. “Like just because we’re both gay doesn’t mean that we should date.”

Jonghyun cocked his head to the right, scrutinizing his boyfriend. “So…” 

“Well I mean we’re obviously dating, but they don’t know that. And I’m not dating you because of proximity or anything. We’re together because we have compatible personalities and we love each other and all that.” Key explained with an eye roll. 

Jonghyun stood up and stepped between Key’s spread legs. Just as he leaned in for a quick peck, Jonghyun chuckled quietly, “Imagine if they knew their ship was canon.” 

Key’s confused grunt was swallowed by Jonghyun’s kiss, but he knew he’d have to look that one up too.  

On a completely unrelated note,
  • Classmate: Hey what are you doing
  • Me: *squeaks and hurriedly locks phone* Nothing.
  • Classmate: *raises an eyebrow* O...kay? What were you looking at?
  • Me: I uh, my...I..It's. Well, you see- I uh... I'm proOF READING MY WORK.
  • Classmate: Wow I didn't know you write.
  • Me: Ha ha ha me neither.
  • Classmate: *eyebrow still raised* so I'll leave you to that
  • Me: *Watches as Classmate walks off, unlocks phone and continues reading White Rose smut* I have fallen.

I laid on his chest for the first time in what felt like forever, both of us stayed silent for a few minutes until he finally said the words we had both been thinking.

You aren’t the person I used to know anymore.

And he was right, I wasn’t. The day he walked out on me something in me changed and I think it was for the better. I was stronger than I was before, and I was happier. I smiled wider and laughed louder and that was something I wanted to continue. So I lifted my head off his chest and said the last words that I’ll ever say to him.

That’s because I wasn’t me when I was with you. And I’m finally happy to be myself.

—  an excerpt from a book i’ll never write (4)

Vincent: well i mean, you were going for a big bang.
Vincent: aw come on~ 
Scott: and it is NOT christmas anymore. so go change into something different.
Vincent: christmas never-
Scott: yes it does now go.
Vincent: … *walks away* I will still continue to celebrate christmas…even if you tell me not to..
Scott: i know how you celebrate christmas and i want NO part of it.. *looks down at confetti as vincent had ran off somewhere else* …now i have to clean up this mess. Good luck to everyone for the next year~ stay safe!

HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR!! So I really felt bad for missing out on christmas with making something for you guys, so i decided that to start out the new year, I wanted to make this short cute comic for you all
I got help from the lovely @illogicalvoid​ so big thanks to the void~!

I wish you all a wonderful new year. Once i finish my commissions the will be uploaded, and I will try to make something to be able to upload for you all. sorry for my inactivity.

Sketch - Me
Coloring - @illogicalvoid

Hi,“ He says.

I nod back and try to continue walking, but he stops me.

“I don’t get a ‘hello?’”

I shake my head no, trying to maintain a cheeky, sarcastic smile.

“Why don’t I get a greeting? Come on,” He sighs.

I look up at him with acid-filled eyes, “No, you don’t get a stupid greeting, you wanna know why? Because I’m quite terrified that it’ll come out as an, ‘I still love you even though you shattered my heart to pieces,’ instead of a simple, ‘hello.’”

And with that, I walk away.

—  E. Grin || written.in.pen on instagram
“Hi,“ He says.
I nod back and try to continue walking, but he stops me.
“I don’t get a ‘hello?’”
I shake my head no, trying to maintain a cheeky, sarcastic smile.
“Why don’t I get a greeting? Come on,” He sighs.
I look up at him with acid-filled eyes, “No, you don’t get a stupid greeting, you wanna know why? Because I’m quite terrified that it’ll come out as an, ‘I still love you even though you shattered my heart to pieces,’ instead of a simple, ‘hello.’”
And with that, I walk away.”
—  Unknown
I’d love to climb the mountainside and view the world in a more beautiful way.
But it’s difficult to keep walking while I can feel myself breaking with every step.
—  N.Torres // I’m not sure how to continue ;

Kyouhaba week Day 5: Domestic // Date

Different Colors

We carry each other

We’re just different colors

This is why we’re biting the bullet 

We know the kids are right

I will continue to make every single Walk the Moon song about kyouhaba and not a single one of you can stop me. 

Imagine Auditioning To Be A Performer At Oswald’s And Him Falling In Love With You

Originally posted by raininginthenight

“And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now, I have sworn to myself
That I’m content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
Well, you are the only exception”

Oswald was enraptured by your voice, your beauty, the kind smile you gave him when you first walked onstage for the audition. He’d barely even looked at the resume you’d turned in.

“Mr. Penguin?” Gilzean nudged him, “What do you think of them?”

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“So? How did I do?” You asked a bit awkwardly after you finished. Your potential boss just stared at you, and you raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Cobblepot?”

“What?” he snapped out of it, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’d lost his composure, “You performed excellently.”

“Does that mean I got the job?” You grinned.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Cobblepot,” you said happily.

“Please,” he said, giving you a shy smile as he approached you, “It’s Oswald.”

Song: “The Only Exception” by Paramore



Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone’s continued support and patience throughout this whole year! It was thanks to all of the people who liked, reblogged, and sent me asks that kept me up and running!

Aaaaand hoo-man. The other askblogs too. Go check them out!

Okay. For this occasion, here’s what’s to come this week:

  • Updated Avatar!
  • Mobile Links
  • Tags Page
  • Music player (optional not autoplay do not fret)
  • That damn CAH game I’ve been holding off on
  • And…

This ENTIRE week, I’m gonna be walking down my path of shame and redrawing old asks upon request!

If you know an old ask of mine you would like to see me redraw, send me the links via messages and I’ll go about my business trying to answer it!

There may be more stuff but…I’ll make it up as I go along.

Thank you again so much, everybody, and have a great day!


It’s one of the hardest choices in life to decide whether or not to continue fighting. Walk away or try harder, leave or stay. But in the end the things you didn’t do will hurt more than the ones you regret doing. It’ll be the what ifs that will always take your breath away when you have a spare minute to think, and you’ll wonder “what could’ve happened if I’d taken the chance?” It’ll be the thought that drives you insane. So start. Start now. Take that chance. Believe in yourself. You can do this.
—  regret

Thanks for making me hate my favorite band
So whenever I hear their songs I have to change the station
Because I remember that it was your favorite too.

Thanks for proving everyone else right
Who told me don’t bother;
That you would just waste my time.

Thanks for showing that being nice really can be a weakness
As you walked all over me
And I forgave you continuously.

Thanks for making me rethink who I am,
Question why I even bother letting people in.
To the point where I would give up on relationships before they would even begin.

But more sincerely,
Thank you for showing me that I am strong
That I don’t need to put up with what will hurt me;
That it’s okay to walk away.
Thanks for the bad
Because now I know I deserve so much better.

—  d.e. My Thank You Letter

I’m still cry about this face

I mean, if that’s not an embodiment of the flawless optimism, hope and just… emotional honesty that shows he’s not going to become Archer, I don’t know what is. Their debate and bold declarations during the battle are all very well, but in this little dumb understated moment you see it. This is a boy who’s been hurt countless times literally and figuratively, and knows he’s walking into a life where he’ll likely continue to be hurt, but he refuses to harbour any regrets or bitterness. He truly wears his heart on his sleeve; what you see is what you get, and he is sincerely smiling even in the craziest and most dangerous of times.

It’s also just cute because :D! girlfriend! :D Rin is here Rin is okay yay :D I guess I nearly died but :D :D :D

I might have to wait,
but I’ll never give up.
I don’t know where
this adoration will go,
I will continue to walk
and somehow it might
turn things around.
I will let my words run
into your skin.
Make you feel how
your presence made
me better, in a crazy way.
You are worth risking
and fighting for.
Remember that.
I will stay, as long
as you let me to.
There can never
be another you.
following in the night *open starter

    Walking down the hall, she could have swore she heard someone walking after her. Of course, there were people in front of her laughing and talking but they were too far for her to hear every single noise. When she turned around she realised nobody was following her.   ‘ It must have been Peeves.’ she thought out loud as she continued walking ; she didn’t knew where she was going - but she was going somewhere.

    Holding the daily prophet close to her chest, she finally let tears fall down her cheeks now that she lost the happy group that used to walk in front of her. She just found out that her little brother was almost killed, gasping for air - she stopped walking when she heard that noise again. Quickly she wiped her tears before turning around and facing the person.

  “ Can I help you? Cause’ it must be a certain reason of why you are following me, right? “ her voice was silent, even if she didn’t intended it to be silent. She was this close to burst out crying, awful thoughts about how she could have saved her brother from being trapped in St Mungo’s Hospital if she would have been there. But with all that, she was showing no emotions, narrowing an eyebrow at the person who followed her ; just hoping that her eyes aren’t puffy red.