i'll never be sorry for this one

I know I say I love you too much and I’m sorry but one day I won’t be able to tell you anymore and I just want you to know how much I do love you
—  Day 231
I miss you, I don’t have a best friend anymore, sure I have close friends, but no one is there like we were for each other. I hope you miss me too.
—  give me a call
i’m sorry. and it’s not because i couldn’t be the one who would love you enough, but because you couldn’t see that i was the only one who tried to be.
—  but it’s your loss not mine.
How Dan and Phil probably broke up #23
  • Dan: Phil you left all the cupboard doors open again
  • Phil: godDANit
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*Dumps a pile of paper on the floor*

Here is my first ten days of Inktober! (I’ve never done it before! ) 

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I'm so sorry but I'm unsubscribing. Your channel's quality is degrading steadily the past couple of months. I used to watch your videos to calm myself but now I can't even watch 3 minutes without getting annoyed of you. I don't know what happened, but if this is permanent, I'm sorry but I can't stay. I wish you the best of luck. Hopefully, I'll be able to find joy in your content again. Let's high five one last time ✋ So long, irish bean.

Hey there! That’s alright. You don’t have to like something forever and I would never expect you to. We all come and go about our lives all the time and if something isn’t for you anymore then you do you and I’ll do me.  Thanks for at least being there at all to begin with and yeah hopefully you can come back and enjoy the channel again eventually :)

Oh and *WHA-PISH*!

Angsty OTP Prompts:
  • "Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn't have married me."
  • "If I would've known he was going to die, you think I would've done it?"
  • "It's nothing against you...I just have to leave."
  • "I know you love me, but I'm sick of lying when I say it back."
  • "That's the problem. I love you so much, I'd be willing to die for you."
  • "I'm sorry I made you into who you are today."
  • "People change, and people grow. And I think we just grew apart."
  • "When I look at you, I see my world and that scares the sh*t out of me."
  • "I don't think I can spend another night in the same bed as the man/woman who ruined my life"
  • "I always told her to quit second guessing herself...and she never listened"
  • "I'd rather die than live in a world like this."
  • "Tell me what they did to you, please."
  • "Sorry just isn't going to work this time."
  • "Her parents always hated me, I guess they were right."
  • "The one you love most isn't always the one you spend your life with...and that sucks."
  • "I'll go home, but it's not home unless you're there..."
I’m a horrible person to fall in love with because I’ll introduce you to all these things I know you’ll love. And I’ll make you feel like a part of my family. And I’ll randomly send you candid pictures I took of you cuddling with my dog. And I’ll make sure you associate everything that makes you happy with me. And then one day, without much warning, but because I have to, I’ll leave.

I never asked about your girlfriends because they didn’t worry me.
Breakups bring closure, you button them up like old shirts and stow them away. I was interested in the girls you never dated, never broke up with. The ones who came with loose ends and what-ifs. The ones with mystery and unfinished endings, stories that could write back into yours, into ours. Stories that could write me out. I called them the Almosts.

The Almosts have a way of hanging around, like loose shirts draped over chairs or stuffed in the backs of drawers. Just because they aren’t part of your everyday routine doesn’t mean they couldn’t be.

So as sad as I am that we are parting ways, I can only hope that this is temporary, that we will be written back into each other’s lives at a different time. Maybe I am just another almost, but at least that means that I haven’t been packed away for good. Maybe I’m just a shirt that still fits, but just got lost under the bed. Maybe you’ll realize you still love me when you try me on again in a few years.

Its a lot easier to grab a shirt draped over a chair than one that’s been packed away. But then again, you were never very tidy.

I’m sure you have shirts lying everywhere.

—  Almosts // Mt
I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. I hate confrontation, and fear making someone, especially you, mad. You whisper in my ear every night, ‘I’m always here for you.’ I trust you, and that’s a big thing for me. It’s not easy though, to just say how I feel. I fall way too hard and fast. I love too easily. One day, you’ll be like the rest. One day you’ll realize, I’m not easy to love. I take my feelings I cannot express, and take it out on you. I get so frustrated with my mess of emotions and thoughts, I get upset by the smallest thing. It sets me off. I take you always being here for me for granted, because I say stuff you don’t wanna here. Fuck, I just want to express my feelings for you, and with you. I’m sorry it’s so hard. I’m sorry you’re going to get tired of it too.
—  One Day // MB
And it feels like all that comes out of my mouth are apologies.
    I’m sorry.
I never do anything right, I am always messing something up.
   I’m sorry.
I don’t do enough for people, I’m not good enough sometimes.
   I’m sorry.
But I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to do things right for you.
   I’m sorry.
I want to be good enough for you, but I’m just so tired of trying.
   I’m just so tired of saying sorry.
—  sorry for being the apologetic one

She shook her head. “Don’t say it. Please, don’t say it,” she begged him. Her heart was breaking and she knew what was coming.

“I love you, okay?” he exclaimed. “Somewhere along the way, I fell so deeply in love with you that I cannot find fresh air. I can’t breathe when I’m around you. You smile at me and, for just one second, I think you feel it, too. You laugh and my heart feels like it could burst at the sound. You hug me and I feel like you’re the perfect puzzle piece I’ve been missing all along. You got under my skin. How could you expect me to keep it to myself?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She loved him, she did. She wanted him to have the fairytale ending that he deserved, she just couldn’t be the one to give it to him. It broke her heart to hear him say all these words he could never take back, because she knew that once they were spoken, things could never be the same. He was her best friend. She was going to lose her best friend.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t.”

—  It shouldn’t be called friend-zoning when you end up losing your friend // excerpt #153

sorry i won’t shut up about s4 lotor but i’m saying it one more time for the people in the back (who are still insisting lotor never gaf about his generals)

this is handcuffed lotor right before he escapes. we know lotor can act brilliantly but he has literally no reason to act right now. the only one who can see him is zethrid and he’s about to eject her into space and probably will never see her again. he knows that without him as a bargaining piece, the girls have an even slimmer chance at survival.

but if he doesn’t escape, he’ll be dead. it’s kill or be killed, so he does what he has to do (and luckily he doesn’t have to kill zethrid, acxa, or ezor to not be killed this time).

my point is that lotor has an incredibly sad look here of everything that people are claiming he wasn’t feeling—remorse and possibly regret, for both what he did to narti and what he’s about to do to the generals. and i think it’s pretty genuine this time.