missing stories

HOW CAN ONE FIGHT AGAINST SUCH CUTE IDEA? And family EngPru is always something I had wanted ever since 

especially when you think about it, Arthur would look like a strict type because of his gentleman policy and he bitchy complained a lot, but turned out to be the type would spoil his kid and cat to rot. While someone always seemed to be carefree like Gilbert, is actually a military ruler with his punctual. Their contrast as parents alone is just simply beyond amazing.

I remember my friend asked me,
‘Even if his words fell as harsh as the summer sun, you would still love him?’
Breathlessly, I replied,
'Of course.’
—  g.e. // March 27th

i love girl meets world so i much. i miss riley and maya and farkle and zay and lucas and smackle. i miss their stories and i miss having something that can shamelessly make me happy. i miss having something so readily available for me to escape in and look forward to. i want it to get picked up so bad my heart hurts :(

I’m on Instagram!!

Hi guys, I know I haven’t been updating my blog, and that’s because school is preventing from drawing digitally (it’s very time consuming), so I’ve been drawing traditionally during my five minute breaks between classes instead! 

So yeah, please come visit me on Instagram;; it’s so lonely there ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ノ*゙̥

And I’m starting a new mini series for Viktuuri, so don’t miss out on their story!!

~The End~

That moment when you finish writing a long fanfic you have been working on for a long time and then you feel sad because you are going to miss writing that story but feel happy since it is finally done…haha mixed feelings… I guess it is true when they say that you have to “enjoy the ride not the destination…” 

I miss you,

And not in a “it’s one in the morning, I’m so lonely, looking through old pictures” kind of way.

I miss you,

In a “my friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still haven’t left my mind” kind of way.

I miss you,

And not in a “someone asked me how you were today and I realized I didn’t know the answer” kind of way.

I miss you,

In a “nobody has brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about you” kind of way.

I miss you,

And not in a “it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m alone” kind of way.

I miss you,

In a “you did well on a test and I want to be the first person you tell” kind of way.

I miss you. I don’t just miss the idea of you. I miss you.

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #59 // “breaking up is hard to do”

I always stay up late thinking about you. I stay up late thinking about what I could’ve done differently. I stay up late wishing that I could turn back time. I stay up cursing at the universe for screwing up the timing. I stay up wondering if I ever cross your mind. I wonder if you ever dream about me. Or if your heart skips a beat when you see or hear my name.

I stay up waiting for a message or a phone call that will never come. I stay up thinking about what we could’ve been. I stay up wanting you back.

I stay up because I miss you.

I stay up because I miss hearing your voice.

I stay up because I want you to tell me that you love me, for one last time.

—  LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write

‘Isn’t it lonely without him?’

'It’s like the stars forgot to come out one night and instead I was left in the dark, wondering what I could do to make them come back.’

—  j.f // but they were too far away to listen to my tears • excerpts of stories I will never write

i. I miss you. each day that you’ve been gone has felt like a bullet hole in my chest, and whenever I try to pull it out another one takes its place. I’ve missed you so much that looking at you hurts, because all it does is bring back everything I’ve ever felt for you and suddenly I can’t breathe. so whenever you look at me and I turn away, please don’t take that as an “I hate you,” but an “I hate that I can’t look at you without dying inside.”

ii. you are beautiful. you are so lovely in your own conventional way that everyone else are flecks of brown and gray. you are wildflowers in june, the eye of a hurricane, city lights at midnight, sunlight through glass. there is nothing manufactured, nothing plastic about your eyes formed from stars and the freckled marks of the earth sprayed across your cheeks.


iii. I will never leave you. I know the last time you let me in your heart I fumbled and let it break, but please forgive me. I was blindsided and weak and I will gladly spend forever making up my mistakes to you. I have always loved you and always will, it just took me a little longer to realize. but you always knew this, and if you’re still sure then say the word and I will be too.


iv. I love you. not the kind of traditional, puppy-eyed love, but the kind that breaks down walls and can be heard from miles away. the kind that romeo and juliet died for, the kind that our grandparents live for. I love you the same way the ocean loves the shoreline, and no matter how many times I am drawn away, I will always find my way back to you.

—  all I ever wanted to hear
I miss you
But I shouldn’t
Because we’re told,
Not to miss people that have hurt us
We’re told to move on
But that must mean there’s something wrong with me
Because I miss you so much it hurts
I can’t eat or sleep
You consume my thoughts
We’re not supposed to want those people back
But it’s my little secret,
That I wish every night that you’d come back to me
—  Chapters from my life
We keep on
exchanging
“I miss you"s,
and it’s funny
and it’s sad
how it seems
that none of us
did anything
just to see
each other again.
—  ma.c.a // Hurtful Lies