lost for love


I know what I’m talking about. Took me a long time to learn this: There’s nothing wrong with going out and doing what you gotta do. Nothing at all. But when you’re lost, you come home. You don’t run away.

James “Logan” Howlett (8/10 X-Men)

I will always
Write my words to you
With trembling fingers
Dipped in blood,
As I paint a picture
Of the ashes
That were you and I.
I will give to you
My beating heart,
Held in these nervous,
Inadequate hands
As I kneel at your feet,
And broken,
Just as you left me
Bleeding out on your bedsheets.

I wonder sometimes,
If my scent still lingers
In your pillowcases,
Or if you have tried to
Erase the girl
Who loved you
With open arms
And tears in her eyes,
Confidence in shambles
And a stuttering soul.
And still,
I will love you
With the pieces of me
That remain;
Every open wound
Screaming your name -
A lament
For what could have been.

s. k. g.

[for MG]


They’re NPCs, but I am considering the idea that they have limited supports like Emmeryn, Basilio, Walhart, etc, for example.

They both live in Rosalm!

If you can’t read what I wrote the info is down here:

Rafael Boda (He/Him/They/Them)

  • 24 yrs old
  • Height: 6 ft 5 inches
  • DOB: August 12
  • Class: Sniper
  • Womanizer
  • Good with his words
  • Strategist
  • Has a fear of bugs. If he sees one, he stiffens up and would leave town

Fidel Boda (He/Him, doesn’t mind other pronouns)

  • 31 yrs old
  • Height: 6 ft 7 inches
  • DOB: May 10
  • Class: Paladin
  • Man of few words
  • Responsible
  • Keeps things in check
  • Is a skilled clothes maker since he finds it relaxing to make them

“It’s like getting slapped in the face really hard and coming back to reality. Neither of us can let the other win, and we’ve both trained to win. It all makes sense. It’s to be expected, but the reality is still so terrifying.”

There is an ocean in your eyes and I am nothing more than a little ship, lost in the water and I pray to never be found.
—  Lukas W. // The lost little ship
eventually i became paranoid, sitting between 4 walls, listening to the same song on repeat, wondering if you were just as paranoid as i am…