my heart breaks every time i see this

I don’t cry anymore every time I remember you or hear your name,
but it doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t continuously breaking.

Something inside me knows that I will never get over you,
you are the unfinished chapter in my book of heartaches.

I keep reminding myself that I shouldn’t keep looking out the window,
hoping to see you walk back into my life and piece me back together.

—  yoursforeverbutnottoday, Next Chapter

Okay, but Molly Hooper has once again put herself aside for other people. It must have absolutely destroyed her to say those words to Sherlock.  You could see it in her eyes.  They framed her face literally in the middle of the frame, looking straight at us, to SHOW US that we were seeing her from Sherlock’s own eyes, to show us how much it hurt her to say that, and how much it hurt him.  

Every single time Molly wants to run to Sherlock, she CANT.  

I am dying for Molly because she is the least selfish person in this wreck of a world that exists around Sherlock.  She deserves so much love, and yet…she gives it to everyone else and no one gives it back to her.

Please love Molly Hooper. 

I don’t even know why I’m so sad. I don’t even know if I have any right to be. But all I know is that I wanted to touch you in the softest way I could, hoping I would be able to take hold of you. But sometimes even if you do everything right, all they’ll ever see is everything else that’s wrong. I don’t want to regret you, god knows I already have a few of those on my back pocket. But every time you’ve said and done something that broke my heart just a little bit, it makes me want to take back all the parts of me I openly gave you. Do you realize how hard that is for me to do? I am not this fragile thing that easily breaks, but all my life small pieces have been chipped off here and there by people whose hands just wanted to take and take. I am so tired. All I wanted to do was rest my head on your shoulders just long enough for me to be able to breathe. And for a while I thought we’d be a home, you and I. But somewhere in between the words you’ve said - the maybe’s, the I think I’m in love with you’s, the I want you’s, the you’re mine’s - somewhere in between all of that, you changed your mind. You should have known, they said. But I didn’t. Because we were beautiful. At least I thought we were. That’s on me, I guess.
—  My mistake was… // Confessions | Genefe Navilon


My love is vicious for you.

I’ve broken many hearts, including my own, because I refuse to settle for anything less than the exact shade of your soul.

It will be a color I can’t quite name, but somehow I’ll recognize it, like déjà vu has always been the story of how I’d find you.

It will be the color of falling asleep during a thunderstorm and waking up to the smell of firewood and sea salt.

It will be the color of the first days of spring, with my windows rolled down and adventure on the breeze.

It will be the color of hugging the people I love and hearing their voices after being away from them a while.

It will be the color of the backs of my eyelids, the one I see every time I blink and every time I dream; the one I will see eternally when my body fails and my soul leaves this earth.

So if I must, I’ll break their hearts and I’ll break mine. I will search until I finally come across the lovely hues of you.

And then I’ll paint my life with the shades of you so that the rest of the world might understand why you’re my favorite color.

—  Z.M., Letter #7 to you, wherever you are.

i see him and my heart races.
i see her and my heart breaks.

i have kissed his lips and it felt like death and life all at once.
i have kissed her lips and it felt like sleeping and waking up all at once.

i craved his skin and begged for his body to collide with mine.
i lusted after her every time those rosy lips spoke my name.

when i lay beneath him it felt like heaven and hell and everything that i loved.
when i lay beneath her there was so much desire and passion it set my lungs alight.

people saw me with him and saw nothing but teenagers in love.
people saw me with her and saw nothing but young sinners.

“are you straight?”
i don’t know.

“are you a lesbian?”
i don’t know.

is that all i can be?

— why should i have to choose? // j.r.

Read the fucking Iliad. Pretty please.

I love the fandom of ‘The song of Achilles’, or in general anyone who ships Patrochilles, ok?
Like, if you so much as utter the name ‘Achilles’ or ‘Patroclus’ or, hell, even 'Agamemnon’ in front of me I’ll instantly consider you my friend. Just thinking about the fact that there are other people out there who appreciate the classics makes me happier than a kid on his birthday. But sometimes it SHOCKS me how little people really know about them.
Maybe you’re a fan of Percy Jackson, or just casually passing by and happened to get interested. And I KNOW there is actually no canon, since these are stories that have been written thousands of times and were around for generations and generations long before that. But it breaks my little warmongering heart to see people that are genuine fans, and really into the characters and stories, and yet there is SO MUCH MORE they could know and don’t. Every time people talk about their Patroclus headcanon of him being a sweet cinnamon roll I want to yell at them: “Your headcanon is fantastic, and beautiful and sweet but DID YOU KNOW that in the Iliad Patroclus is actually the second strongest man of the Myrmidons and slaughters dozens of warriors before it takes FUCKING APOLLO’s intervention to stop him?”
There are so many other possibilities, so many other roads that the ancient tried while you know nothing about it. They were the first fanfiction writers, the first shippers, so you might as well lern from the best.
If after discovering that Homer’s Achilles was not exactly a feminine and delicate boy you decide you don’t like that, and that a pretty blond teen suits you better than a bloodthirsty warrior, I can very well respect that, and might even agree with you. But if you never read these masterpieces you’ll never know what you’re missing out on.

The Librarians meme season 2  ⇒ Five Episodes [5/5]
And the Point of Salvation

“I’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve told me that story.”

“Why’d you let me tell it again?”

“I like the way you look at me when you tell it.”

things i want to see from malec in s2:

  • hand holding (!!!!)
  • magnus giving lots tiny of kisses on alec’s cheek and his goatee tickling him so much that he starts giggling
  • just alec giggling in general
  • alec burying his face in magnus’ neck (preferably while stifling his giggles)
  • both of them individually lying on each other’s laps while the other strokes their hair
  • alec touching magnus’ magic and overall being v fascinated w it
  • magnus losing control of his magic while they’re doing the dirty and possibly breaking a lamp or two
  • sex magic™
  • alec muttering under his breath how gay he is every time he sees magnus doing literally anything
  • also magnus doing the same exact same thing but being like ‘’my poor bi heart can’t handle this’’
  • alec being v tired after a mission and falling asleep on magnus’ couch where magnus eventually finds him fast asleep and puts a blanket on him
  • alec making magnus hot cocoa while he’s studying some v important warlock stuff w his glasses on (ik he doesn’t need them but i want magnus w glasses)
  • waking up to each other and alec seeing magnus without his make up on and telling him how gorgeous he looks
  • small random touches when everyone else isn’t looking
  • just soft™ boyfriends pls and thank


Originally posted by totallytransparent

this is a baby picture of me

Taurus: pinning a hammock between two daisies, my heart is a violin
Gemini: i am not indecisive, each of my personalities make up their minds very quickly 


Originally posted by thelucidnation

every night i look out my window and stare deep into my reflection

Leo: you thought it was thunder but it was really my heart breaking


Originally posted by flyngdream

my world is glass and i see the fragility of everything. i’m so scared of breaking something

Libra: i thought time would heal my heart but then i realised time wasn’t a bandage, it only put more distance between us
Scorpio: i have backpain where my wings used to be. i need to fly again. my soul is caged and empty
Sagittarius: i’m not afraid of heights, i’m afraid of my own mind, insanity is beckoning, always, secretly, symbolically


Originally posted by thelucidnation

nobody realises the true insanity of my dreams and desires

Aquarius: i’m sorry, i don’t speak human

Originally posted by poisonlic

a daily, therapeutic dose of vitamin Sea


Maybe the thing that frightens me the most is that one day, you’ll just be a story I will tell my daughter when she’s in her bed all day long, wrapped up in blanket and misery and heartache with her eyes groggy and dark circles underneath it because a boy who once held her close and promised her forever bid his goodbye and broke his promise along with her heart and all she could feel is her tendons breaking every time she blinks her eyes because all she could see is the face of the man she loved the most but caused her pain. And then I’ll crack open her door, envelope her in my arms, brush away her tears and maybe everything that’s connected with him and tell her about the boy I met when I was fifteen, who I met somewhere down the road, whom I fell in love with after 38 days, who introduced me into his ocean and drowned me. I will tell her it hurt. It hurts so much I think all the veins in my body suddenly had a clot within them and my bones kept shattering and the rise and fall of my chest are pacing slowly. I’ll tell her that when I decided to move on, I still miss you and I still spend most hours of my days thinking about you. I will tell her that no matter what I do, I cannot stop missing you, that I still long for your touch and the kisses we shared are still felt on my bare skin. I’ll tell her that it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be miserable because it is the only way. It is the only way.
—  s.a., of misery and fear

anonymous asked:

It's so sad that as a fan I just wish he remained MIA. One, he hasn't had a full break. And two, every time he is seen is for some stunt bullshit. It's just so sad to see him having to stunt with that disgusting woman again. He was so happy when it ended. God, just remembering it and seeing this now breaks my heart. And she is out there getting two articles just in one day and articles saying we should all follow her on sm, clearly promo articles. Two years after he was fucking free of her.

It’s frustrating that they drag him away from his downtime for stuff like this instead of for things like promo. He’s supposed to be performing at the Ultra Music Festival Saturday, right? Why is there more coverage of Eleanor’s existence than there is of his upcoming performance? (you know why)


ARIES: Blue Jeans

“Blue jeans, white shirt. Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn It was like James Dean, For sure you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer. You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know that love is mean, and love hurts but I still remember that day we met in December, oh babyI will love you till the end of time. I would wait a million years. Promise you'll remember that you're mine. Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more than those bit*hes before. Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember”

LEO: Born To Die

Take me to the finish line oh my heart it breaks every step that I take But I’m hoping at the gates, They’ll tell me that you’re mine. Walking through the city streets is it by mistake or design. I feel so alone on the Friday nights. Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine. It's like I told you honey. Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough when the road gets tough. I don’t know why, Keep making me laugh let’s go get high, The road is long, we carry on so we should have fun in the meantime”

SAGITARIO: This Is What Makes Us Girls

Remember how we used to party up all night. Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life, Drinking in the small town. Firelight sweet sixteen and we had arrived. Walking down the street as they whistle, "hi, hi!" Stealin' police cars with the senior guys. Teachers said we'd never make it out alive. This is what makes us girls, We don't look for heaven and we put our love first. Don't you know we'd die for it? it's a curse, Don't cry about it, don't cry about it. This is what makes us girls, We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him, It's all gonna happen”


Situation in Chile

Some of you probably know this but anyways i’m going to explain what is the situation. 

(In this picture you can see the comparison of hectares lost last year and right now from the fifth region to the worst one, the seventh region / where I live) 

Chile is going through the biggest wildfire in its history. Thousands of Thousands of  hectares are gone and despite all the effort and help , the fire seems to not stop any time soon. Houses have been burned down, animals are hurt and dying , and people have lost everything and we cannot see or breathe because the smoke is covering everywhere. It hurts me to see all the beautiful places I visit often, burned down to nothing. It breaks my heart to watch the news announcing more wildfire in other places and hear the fire truck sirens every 10 mins. i can’t take it anymore, and all i can do is send water to the fire station and pray. 

Chile has been through many earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and many other natural disasters. I’m sure we will stand up again and build up our lives from the scratch.

So please keep us in your prayers 🙇 

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here (Part 1)

Characters: Bones x Reader

A/N: a little fluffy fic based on ed sheeran’s song “hearts don’t break around here.”  Legit it’s my favorite song on the album.  It’s just so sweet <3 This is just a little something to tide y’all over until i get to doing my massive spring break write a thon.  prepare yourselves.

p.s. there aren’t any specific parts planned after this, since there’s basically no plot, but it’s open ended, so i may add more when i need to post something nice and fluffy. <3

Warnings: None, just fluff

Words: 1385 (including lyrics)

tags: @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @yourtropegirl @malindacath @jimtkirkisabitch

She is the sweetest thing that I know

You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low

Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every time

Took my heart upon a one way trip

Guess she went wandering off with it

Unlike most women I know

This one will bring it back whole

Keep reading

Love Me

It’s late and I can’t sleep so…here’s something haha. I’ll probably delete it when I wake up and see the tragedy that is my writing. I have the song “Piece by Piece” by Kelly Clarkson stuck in my head so….I might base this late night drabble around it with Dr Spencer Reid thrown in there. I apologize in advance for my errors.


You never forget the sound of your heart breaking for the first time. It isn’t a crack. It’s a stifled sob late at night. It’s the sniffling cries as you lay wide awake in the middle of the night. It’s the loss of nothingness that encompasses your every fibre. White noise.

How could a man who was gifted with the life of a child just walk away? To pack up his life in a suitcase and appear as if you never existed. All you remember is being left behind, the ghost of someone who was once your all. And you were hurting…you were lost and suffocating in feelings you should’ve never experienced at such a young age. You were only a child! What kind of man can do that?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Spencers voice startled you out of your memories. You glanced up quickly and nodded, mouth pulled taut as you gave a quick reply.

“Yeah, Spencer, I’m fine.” You say as you gather up your belongings. You look at the clock and decide to take your lunch break early, “I’m just going to get lunch.”

You walked away and shuffles towards the elevator. You didn’t notice the shocked reaction the great Doctor was in. He knew something was wrong by how you were acting but his suspicions were concrete when you called him Spencer instead of the usual “Reid” you’d come accustom to.

“Is she okay?” Derek asks cautiously.

“No…I don’t think she is.” Spencer replied as he stood to follow you, “Could you let-”

“Go. I’ll tell the others you both took lunch early.” Derek said as he clapped Spencer on his back.

You waited for the elevator to come as more memories washed over you. You traveled so far to see him and all he did was turn you away. You wanted your father and he didn’t reciprocate those feelings. You were only 6 when he left. You were 11 when he sent you away from his new life.

Your mother had found love and he was a man greater than your Dad…but you didn’t want to see it. So you rebelled and fought against the affection. He picked up piece by piece as your faith in him built. You were slowly beginning to realize a man could be kind and never leave. You pushed and pushed but he held on and when you fell…he was there to catch you. This man showed you what a father should be. What a husband should provide. What a man really is.

You stopped walking and realized you’d gone further than you were suppose to. Instead of lunch you’d managed to find yourself at the entrance of the one place you’d sworn you’d never return to. And a sob broke free. All his apologies in the phone call you’d received this morning just fell flat. He wanted back into your life.

And for the third time in your life you heard the familiar sound of your heart breaking. Then you felt it. A hand with the softest skin. Spencer. “You don’t have to tell me but I’m here Y/N.”

You rocked back and forth before Spencer pulled you in, abandoning his statistics about contact germs. That was the first time abandonment didn’t hurt you and you weren’t used to that. Forgiveness was so hard…and you couldn’t just put away all those years you cried for a man who is no longer your father. That had to be earned.

“He left when I was 6….” You choked out. Spencer held onto you tighter and dipped his head down to kiss the top of yours, “He abandoned everything. Until my mother found Michael and he taught me how a father should be. He taught me how to love and learn. Picked me up off the ground every time without a moments hesitation and then…and then…”

“Breathe Y/N. Take a deep breath and start when you’re ready.” Spencer coos softly as tears stain his shirt. You pulled back without either of you letting go and looked at the place that housed this family you had no clue about. The man who should’ve been your father…being a father to someone else. A husband to someone else. A beacon of light to them, a wet candle to me.

“I make something of myself and now he wants me back?” You say once you get the knot out of your throat, “He’s…their daughter. My…half sister. I have siblings.”

Spencer and the team knew you had issues with your birth father. But you’d never divulged them with the details and they never probed and prodded about it just as you’d wished. Now he was getting a front row seat to your ultimate downfall and and anger rose up in him.

He was the reason for all your self doubt. The reason you felt worthless and expendable to everyone around you. Because of him…you didn’t let people in easily. And it riled Spencer up to a point where he could no longer deny his feelings for you.

“I don’t want anything to do with him…but those kids…I can never be part of their lives. I’ll never see them graduate or get married. They’ll never know how I long to meet them, to guide them and to love them.” You choke out. Just as you say that the door opens and you see him and a girl no older than 15. She laughs, he smiles, she says see you later and he kisses her head.

Your eyes connect and you see the panic in his. That was all the confirmation you needed. That man is capable of being a loving father. Just not for you. You turned away as Spencer stood between you and his line of sight. The man who was once your father looked down and then towards his daughter who had found her way towards you.

“Hi! Can I help you with something?” She says politely. Her voice is soft and it makes you smile. You swipe a tear away and shake your head.

“Oh no sweetie. We’re just going for a walk and I stopped to take in the view.” You say happily. Spencer heard the crack in your voice so he slips his hand into yours.

“The view? I mean, I suppose the neighbors garden is beautiful but everything else is a little….bland.” She says.

You laugh then and smile at her, “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”

She nods and smiles back, “I better get going. Got an education to get to.”

Spencer leads you in the opposite direction. You turn your head back once more to see the man your heart had let go of so long ago….and you nod. He gives you a grateful smile. Then you come back to attention and walk side by side with Spencer.

“So…you okay?” Spencer asks once more.

“Yeah…I’m okay Spencer.” You smile and nod. Your eyes look up to his and he stops you from walking further.

“You know…I’ve net your father and he lives you. That man over there….he missed out on so much. It’s his loss not yours. Do you understand this?”

You nod timidly, “I know.”

Piece by piece your father had you back on your feet. Instead of the memory of one walking away you replaced it with one of a man walking in and seeing an abandoned mess. He never walked away, he never asked for anything, he takes care of you and he loves you. He reminded you how to love and be loved.

And beside you stood another man who had captured and nurtured your heart long before you realized. You looked at Spencer again and noticed his furrowed brow. His brain needed to know what it was you were thinking. Why you were looking at him that way.

It was love. All love.