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You are amazing just the way you are and you are making my love goes deeper by just the way you hold my waist while pushing me closer to you; just the way you talk and the way you make me feel. Staring in your eyes won’t give me answers to my questions because I’m like stargazing through your eyes. The way you touch me in the middle of the night feels like I’m the last person you’ll ever touch and the way you kiss my lips make me think that there’s sweeter than sugar. You whisper me how you feel about me, you whispered ‘I love you’ to my ears and your voice never failed to make me smile but when I saw your reflection in the mirror, I saw someone I’m not familiar with. It’s you– but in the mirror, you are monochrome while you’re devilishly smiling at me as if you’re laughing at me in your mind about how tall I fell off and how deep my love for you is already. That’s why you filled your eyes with stars so the shines from them would distract me and make me amaze by its beauty, but I didn’t know that the truth we behind those stars– it was all lie.
—  L., I loved the way you lie

LOL I have to explain again that in my previous post the word is HONEY cut off !!! But I failed in making it look like that 😂😂😂 well Am laughing so hard yet it’s so embarrassing! Because I WILL NEVER use such word (for reaper) XD

And sorry for the wrong Spanish next time I’ll ask someone ^^ thank you for correcting me

ladyshivs  asked:

How do you decide on the titles for your fics?

Titles are the worst [imagine Jean Ralphio gif here cos I’m on mobile] and I have so many duds, omg it’s not even funny. I generally have some boring working title like “necromancer au” or “oviposition bullshit” and then panic at the last minute.

Laeti Vescimur Nos Subacturis was one of the few where I always knew the title because the original mistranslation of the Addams Family credo pisses me off so much, so it was always going to be called that. Madame, That’s Not A Hedgehog is just one of my all time favourite animal welfare statements and never fails to make me laugh. The side fics for that AU ended up all having “help” in the title by accident for the first three and now I can’t stop, though the wedding fic (if it happens) will be called Some Animals Mate For Life. Most of my favourite titles were given to me by immensely superior writers and I am eternally grateful. The rest are puns. Too many puns. I really should be stopped.

nobody likes you,
little miss passing out
on back roads and 
waking up tasting like 
smoke.”
“little miss red lipstick 
from 2009,
red nail polish 
from last year,
and red-rimmed eyes
as of last night.”
“little miss on the
brink of dropping dead.”
“little miss drinking rum
on her memory foam 
death bed.”
her laugh would make
a jester blush,
and she raised the bottle
to the abstract painting 
of her lips.
“you’re wrong,
dearest.
everyone loves me.”
(she hiccuped,
and a giggle
escaped the confines
of her throat.)
“i mean,
i love me
more than red,
more than rum,
more than the strange men
who never loved me at all…”
(her eyes 
failed to carry the weight
of her head and collapsed 
closed.)
“and if I love me,
that is all
that really matters.
—  “little miss loving herself forevermore”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.