no longer loves you

The Chemistry of Love

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 


A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired but the picture below lol. 



It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Jenna, I notice in your videos you sometimes say that " healthy food is the devil " ha. I'm just saying this because I care about ya, not trying to tell ya what to do at all because nobody can tell you what to do :) Something my mom told me to push me to eat healthier was " you're a writer right? So wouldn't you rather treat your body right, and feed it the best food possible? So you can live a longer life and do what you love a lot longer, and produce more excellent books? Love ya Jenna :)

chris felt like his words could no longer do justice to how he felt about you 

“i love you” slowly started to losing meaning as he said it so often. the feeling still remained, but he felt like the words were becoming so overused that he didn’t want to say them anymore

chris wanted to prove that he still loved you with something other than his words. so he tried to take up writing, but he wasn’t good with words. and then his mum suggested painting, or drawing, so he gave it a shot, and then soon found himself enjoying it

after a quick trip to the local arts and crafts supply store, which wasn’t so “local” as he drove thirty minutes from home, chris bought several brushes and paint palettes and then gave it a shot

it took him a while to get used to painting, even watching dozens youtube videos on how to work with the paintbrush strokes and all, but eventually he picked up on it pretty well

chris didn’t become open with his new profound skill and hobby until he gave you the first painting. it was a landscape painting of your favorite holiday destination, florence. it was a painting of the exact view that you and chris shared when you were in florence for a day- the rooftops of small hotels and buildings surrounding the duomo in the center of the city and the mountains faintly in the background. he had used a photo for reference, but you felt your heart swell with happiness and love at just the thought…

chris had sat down for hours at a time, went through hours of practice, to create this beautiful painting for you. of course it wasn’t the best artwork to an average person, but to you it was the most beautiful thing because it was created strictly for you

and for the next few months, chris created more and more artworks. he painted watercolor flowers, even recreated the tattoo that danced along your forearm in paint, and once painted your silhouette. and soon your bedroom began to fill with those paintings, and soon, the shared room between you two in your new house was graced with them too

allura: although the timing is not right… and the timing may never be right… it would do us both a disservice for me to deny my feelings for you any longer. i’m in love with you, shiro.

shiro: … i. oh. huh. hm. hurm.

allura: shiro? are you alright?

shiro: i’m, i’m fine, princess- allura- princess allura. i’m just a little, shocked. haha. um. um. thank you. for being in love with me.

allura: you’re… welcome?

shiro: haha. thanks!

allura:

shiro:

shiro: (goes in for the handshake)

I forgive you doesn’t mean we’re friends, it means you no longer drain me of emotional energy.
—  Lalah Delia
Sugar Plums (fanfic - chapter 1)

So I posted a Sportarobbie fanfic! And you can read it!

It’s called Sugar Plums and it’s basically going to be a big… something. Something something Robbie angst. That’s for sure. There’s only 1 chapter up at the moment but I’ll probably be updating again soon. Stay tuned!

(Fair warning for some dark themes.)

Late

Request: Shawn comes back from a celebrity party really wasted and Y/n worries and they get into an argument but the make-up and y/n is all like “You smell like a wet dog” / You’re seriously like a man-child / “You cannot banish me! This is my bed too!”

a/n: hiiii!! this is just a little short one but i hope y’all enjoy it!! i’ll be watching the grammy’s tonight so if you’re tuning in as well we should chat about it! i have a really busy few weeks coming up so i’ll try and get more writings up as soon as i can! but school is my top priority! i hope y’all are having a nice end/start to your week!!💜💜💜

           It was after three in the morning when you heard the door unlock to your apartment.  Shawn wasn’t very careful going about his actions either.  You heard him fling his shoes off as they loudly came in contact with the floor, you heard him stomp down the hall until he paused his movements for a moment.

           There was a part of you that wanted to be mad at him. He promised he wouldn’t some home late, yet here he was trailing in after three in the morning.  But then again, you knew he was out having a good time with his friends.

            He walked into the room, trying to be quiet, which backfired on him when he opened the door too fast and fell face first on the floor. 

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Worst Parts of Mystic Messenger

not interacting with v more on jumin’s route

not knowing enough about v and his backstory

not enough v