it will rip your heart and soul out

Watching Kimi no na wa
  • What you expected: Cute highschoolers swapping bodies which results in hilarious shenanigans and the unexpected budding romance.
  • What you got: fuCKING PLOT TWIST BECAUSE SWAPPING BODIES IS APPARENTLY NOT ENOUGH. MOTHERFUCKER KICK IN THE GUTS RIGHT WHERE YOUR FEELS HURT THE MOST. PLOT TWIST AGAIN. THE AGONY™. SOUL EATING SUSPENSE. YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT OF YOUR CHEST. TORTURED FEELS. ARE THEY GONNA MAKE IT? ARE THEY GONNA MISS EACH OTHER AGAIN??? ARE THEY GONNA REMEMBER!!?? I DIDN'T FUCKING SING UP FOR THIS I WAS NOT READY. LOVE STORY OF THE CENTURY. CHEWING YOUR NAILS AND SOBBING INTO A PILLOW UNTIL THE VERY LAST SECOND OF THIS FORSAKEN MOVIE.
  • James: Is that your mother?
  • Sirius: Where?
  • James: The other end of the platform.
  • Sirius: Does her gaze draw the last vestiges of happiness from your soul like a dementor?
  • Sirius: Does her mouth pull ever so slightly into a grimace, as though she has smelled the foulest stench to plague mankind but will not dare to admit defeat?
  • Sirius: Does her claw-like hands look as though they're ready to rip the beating heart out of a young child in order to continue her putrid existence?
  • James:
  • James: Er - she looks like she's glaring at you.
  • Sirius: Yeah, that's probably her.
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“They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’, turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

~ Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol 9: The Kindly Ones

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Result after having my heart ripped out by Flowerfell 

Original flowerfell AU by @underfart-snas / @siviosanei

And based off the fanfic Overgrowth by @leviticusarts

 I’d just like to thank your beautiful sadistic souls for this… //weeps

Sketchy because it’s really late and I can’t sleep and this AU is hurting me so much OMG

just one last poem i own, deep in my soul. and it shall be the final doom, the poison of them all - and of you.


only one last poem to pray to - and it’s the revolting beauty of my decaying truth.


i’ll tell you what i would have done for you, for us - what i’ve already done a thousand times in the sacred, holy dungeons of my agonizing heart.


one, i would have grew fangs. i would have greeted legions and legions of tides and blood and rage to steal my soul away, a newborn moon newly crowning her witches with the gore dripping down their alabaster thighs.


i would have ripped your soul out in shreds with them, ingested them all with my bare hands. i would have taken you vulgarly, taken you with such greed your whole being would have tasted the whip that are my lips.


two, i would have murdered the universe for us, right in its heart and with its own stars - and their sharp, sharp edges of conscience lost and broken promises and tears as sweet and blessed as your desperate fears.


three, i would have smashed the bones, chewed the flesh, of each person flower sunset or prey you’ve ever loved, i would have smashed them against my bare teeth and grin at the long dead heavens your devotion to me.


“no, stop. this isn’t you. this isn’t love.” i can hear you weep even from here, even from a future that shall never be - you murdered it.


and yes, you’re right. you see, this is indeed not love my sweet.


Love, is far deeper, far worse
than any of this.


Love, is far worse than anything.

—  Love // l.e. wildë 
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
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“They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’, turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

~ Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol 9: The Kindly Ones (x)

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
if anime were tutorials for real life

Knb: how NOT to play a sport, or alternatively, how NOT to treat your friends

Tokyo Ghoul: how to survive a bad date

Snk: how to cope with grief and high-stress situations, or, how to handle your impending death

Haikyuu: how high can you jump before the sun’s gravity becomes a concern

Yowapeda: multiple ways to hurt yourself while riding a bike and how to avoid them 

Ookiku Furibatte: how to play baseball in the least heterosexual way possible

Anohana: how to survive your soul being ripped out of your body 

Angel Beats!!: how to survive your HEART being ripped out of your body

Death Note: what you shouldn’t be doing at college 

Sorry

Originally posted by some-kind-of-monster

Request: Jax imagine based on Sorry by Beyonce

Note: Type in bold  is flashbacks.

Everyone always says heartbreak kills you, destroys your very soul.
They say it shatters your soul, your heart, your body into a million pieces, scattered on the bathroom tiles as you sink to your knees. They say it feels like the person you love is ripping your heart right out of your chest, tearing it into pieces and tossing it into the bin to rot. They say you cry a million tears, enough to drown him in. They say heartbreak makes you question everything. They say you feel empty, worthless, forgotten. That all happiness, all joy, drains from your body and poison fills your veins. They say you go numb, that you lose yourself. They say that heartbreak is lying on the tiles, tears streaming down your face. They say it feels like you cant breath, not without him. They say it feels like you have a hole inside you, a whole that will never be filled, no matter how much you try.
You knew what heartbreak was supposed to feel like. Everyone always talks about heartbreak.
Maybe there was something wrong with you.
Because as you drove down your street, away from the house that you had shared with him for the last four years, all your belongings thrown in the back, you didn’t feel empty.
You didn’t feel broken or numb. Tears didn’t stream down your face and your heart wasn’t rotting in the trash. You didn’t feel like a part of you was missing.  You hadn’t spent hours lying on the tiles, mascara staining your cheeks.
No, the only feeling you had was relief. Relief poured through your veins, a smile on yourface as you dove into the night, away from the life you had built with him, away from the life that was killing you.


Jax wrapped his arms around your waist as you sat in his lap, smiles on both of your faces.
You looked into his eyes, your favourite shade of blue, warmness spreading through you as you saw the love in his gaze.
The music was loud and smoke lingered in the clubhouse, the smell of cheap perfume filling your lungs.
“I love you.” You cooed at him, stroking your fingers through his soft blonde hair.
“I love you, (y/n) Teller.”
His smile spread across his face, the same smile that had made your heart flutter the first night you’d met him. His eyes sparkled bright, like all the stars in the universe were inside, shining only for you.

You didn’t doubt that you loved Jackson Teller. You knew you loved him, with every fibre, every inch of your being. You loved him more than you’d ever loved anything. Some people believed in gods, believed in karma. But you had only believed in one thing. You had believed in him, believed in his club, believed in the life you had built with him.
You had always known that he was destined to do big things, be a leader. He carried the weight of his sins on his shoulders, like a shadow following him through anything he did.

His scent filled your lungs and you squealed as his hands grasped your waist, lifting your body and pressing you against the wall.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and you bit your lip,your cheeks blushing as he smiled at you.
His mouth hovered over yours, his breath on your lips.
“Your so beautiful.” He whispered and pressed his lips against yours.

Jax loved you. You knew he did. You had seen it in his eyes every morning for years. You still saw it sometimes, but know his eyes were clouded with guilt, sadness. His face had grown tired from the chaos that was this life. You knew he loved you, but he would always love the club more. You had always known it, and you’d accepted it. He had a responsibility, he owed it to his brothers.
You had embraced the club, you loved the boys and they loved you too. You had always been his saviour, his light in all the darkness. You were his saviour, and he was killing you slowly.

“Sorry Im late babe.” Jax said, an apologetic smile on his face as he leaned over, his lips pressing against yours.
“Theres dinner in the oven.” You smiled up at him.
His hand moved to your cheek and he squeezed it gently, before heading to the kitchen.
You sighed, flopping back onto the couch and scrolling through the channels on the tv.

Your phone lit up and you glanced at the screen, ignoring it when you saw  his name.
You wound the windows down, letting the cool air swirl around the car. You weren’t sure when things had started to change. Maybe it was when you had the second miscarriage, maybe it was when Opie died. Maybe it was when he became president or maybe it was when you started spending more time at work. You weren’t sure, and it didn’t matter. Things had changed.
You’d always had good instincts, you could sense when things were going to turn bad.  You’d always thought of it as a good thing. You thought it was good, that could somehow feel when things were about to happen. But you had grown to hate it, when you felt the distance between the two of you. You could feel the pain before it started.

“Sorry, babe. Club needed me.” Guilt flooded his voice as he looked at you, tears on your face after waiting for him to come home for hours.
You could only nod.
You knew what you signed up for when you married him. You knew the club came first.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he walked into the bathroom, leaving you alone in the darkness of your bedroom.

Jax opened the door, running his hands through his hair as he entered the house.
You always kept the house clean, and it always smelled like vanilla from all the candles you burnt.
He walked through the hallway.
“Babe?” He called out, a frown forming on his face.
The house was quiet.
He walked into the kitchen, his eyes instantly glancing at the note on the table.
He lifted it in shaking hands, staring at the only two words.
Im sorry.

You stormed through the clubhouse, Tig hot on your heels. You ignored his pleas to stop, almost running into the hallway.
You could hear the moans the second you entered the hallway and you stormed through the door to Jax’s dorm.
Jax lay on the bed, crow eater on top of him.
“Shit!” He yelled, pushing her off him and grabbing frantically at the sheets.
You stared at him, your hands clenched into trembling fists.
“Baby, please. Let me explain.” His voice was full of guilt and you didn’t move.
You looked up into his eyes, seeing only emptiness inside those blue oceans.

Your phone was blowing up and you glanced at it as you drove. This was for the best.
You loved him, and he loved you. But it wasn’t enough anymore.Somewhere along the way you had lost the passion. You loved him and he loved you, but you weren’t in love. Your love had burnt out. There was nothing more you could do. You’d been smelling perfume on him for weeks, and it wasn’t yours. He never came home, he always stayed at the clubhouse, he always had excuses.
You knew what heartbreak was supposed to feel like, you’d been told about it, read about it.
But as you drove past the Leaving Charming sign you didn’t feel heartbreak. No, for the first time in years you felt free. Your heart wasn’t empty or shattered, it was full of hope. You were free, as free as the crow on your back. A smile spread on your face as you drove, the cold night air filling your car and swirling your hair around your head.
You were free, and you weren’t sorry.

Friendly reminder!

Just because someone is kind and soft doesn’t mean they won’t rip your fucking heart and soul out of your body and leave you for dead!! 💕

                          KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 8


“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Haha, I lied, here’s part eight. Enjoy having your hearts ripped out! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3.1K+

Warning: chant with me ANGST ANGST ANGST!

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There was a lump in your throat, one you couldn’t seem to swallow, he was so…sincere, and it pained you even more to hear the breaking in his voice. Why? Why the sudden turn in emotions? Why was he so hell bent on you and why were you so cruel to him? Me? Cruel to him? With all the negative thinking, something in the back of your mind was tugged, as if there were a shift in the Force calling out to you…begging you to remember something you couldn’t. “I’m sorry. I thought what I did to you was for your own good…but seeing as how it wasn’t…I regret my actions.”

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Can’t Stay Mad

The glass cup grazed your faced.

“The fuck!?” You yelled as the object went flying.

“You hurt me!” I said almost in tears.

Tears of Heartache.

Tears of pain.

But with just one touch of your hand.

It was like the day we first met.

The warmth of the summer air.

The softness of your gentle kiss.

“I’m sorry…” You said.

But that pain.

It still hurts like as if you ripped out my heart.

“No!” I screamed through my heart…my body trembled as your eyes looked at me.

“You hurt me…”

Let those words sink in to your skin.

Let those words wake your soul.

But as you come close to me…

I get scared.

Your reaction affects me.

Your eyes start to devour me.

“Please” your warm voice says to me.

“Forgive me”.

It was as if you first met me.

The first time I touched your skin.

The first time I said I loved you…

Just then I knew.

I can’t be mad at you…

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips you-apart pain. I hate love.
—  Neil Gaiman