old man bike

I was crying when I took this and it was a pretty odd moment because while I was sobbing I looked up to take this picture of the pretty sky and a old man passed with his bike a second after looking at me with a “???” face and almost crashed against the parked cars

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

Fred Barley is not like most college students. The 19-year-old homeless man biked over 50 miles in sweltering Georgia heat Saturday to ensure he could register for classes at Gordon State College in Barnesville on time. After police put him up in a motel, the community is rallying around him — including a GoFundMe. Watch his thankful video message on Facebook.

Request: By your side

Request: Can you do an imagine were Tig’s old lady has crippling depression and he’s there for her when she breaks down.

Hello everyone,

This is short, but I tried my best. It’s always sad for me to write about these themes. I try not to get too deep, I know some of you have anxiety and I don’t wanna trigger it. However, I’m glad you trust me to write about it, you like my write and asked me to write it, so I’m thankful for it. You can always talk to me and this blog is a safe place.

Enjoy! Love you all!

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: can be triggering, mentions of anxiety, depression.

Originally posted by fuckyeahkimcoates-blog

Gemma Teller needed an assistant at the Teller-Morrow Automotive and you needed to work. You were afraid and anxious, but happy you had got the job. That was how you met Tig Trager. He was funny, handsome and used to come to the office just to talk to you.

You started to fall for him, but refused his first invitations to go out. You didn’t have all that confidence that he had and you didn’t want to look weak in from of him. Actually, you thought he would get tired of you pretty quick. You had the tendency to overthink about everything and sometimes the thoughts got too loud on your mind and the feelings were too much. There were days you couldn’t even get out of the bed.

Tig didn’t give up. He was at your door, every day you missed work, with food and candies in his arms. He would talk to you and stay by your side until you feel better and he would tell you how kind and beautiful you were. You decided to try, for him you tried and let Tig stay by your side and teach you how to enjoy life.

However, there were moments that all you wanted was to crawl back in bed and never leave. That was one of those days and Tig got worried when he didn’t see you at the TM. Gemma tried to call you, but got no response, so your old man hopped onto his bike and ran back to your house.

“Baby girl?”, Tig called out, already holding his gun and walking around the house. He walked in the bedroom where the blinds were closed and you were lying down on bed, curled up.,“Jesus…”

He took off his boots and crawled in bed with you. Tig wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled on your hair, “Please my love, talk to me, look at me…”

“What are you doing here?”, you whispered, feeling the unwanted tears in your eyes.

“I’m here for you doll”, he said, “I’m always here for you”

“You should be working”, you turned around to face him. Tig took a deep breath and kissed your forehead.

“You should be there too”, he wrapped his arms tight around you, “TM isn’t the same without you”

“Oh Tiggy”, you whispered, nuzzling on his neck. Tig held you, his hands running up and down your back.

“I love you so much you know”, Tig started to talk to you, “I love your smile and laugh. I love when you cook for me and even when you get mad. You are beautiful and I’m the luckiest guy in world”

“You don’t need to say these things”, you mumbled.

“Oh yeah I do”, he smiled, “I will say this to you every day until the end of our lives”

“How did I get you?”, you smiled, looking up to him, “I’m not as confident as you are. I’m not perfect as the crow eaters…”

“Who said that?”, Tig held your chin, “You are perfect for me and you are strong baby…We are strong together and I need you”

“I need you too”, you whispered and kissed him. Tig put the blankets aside and lifted you in his arms.

“Let’s have a nice, long and warm bath together”, he said, “You will feel better and we can do whatever you want later”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the pressure in your chest ease as Tig held you, safe and loved in his arms.

You Know It!

Is this feasible? I have no idea. Leave ALL logic here.

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