only person i care for in skins

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Ruby Bridges was the first black child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis in 1960.

This movie made me cry, I was so heart broken by how Ruby Bridges was treated! She was only 6, but was so strong. She is a very brave girl and she did not care what the white folks called her.

People are simply disgusting to minimize people by skin color!

Ruby you might not think you’re a hero… But to other people you are! You are A HERO and you are A PERSON WHO MADE AMERICA CHANGE!

All his life Lance has been know as the pretty one. Always got comments like “Oh he’s such a pretty baby” and “He’s gonna be such a heart breaker” or “If all else fails at least he has his face” growing up. He always got compliments on his looks, never his grades or personality. This is why Lance puts so much emphasis on his face and always stick to a strict skin care routine because it was the only thing he ever got praise for.

Birth and Bloodletting: Part Three

I, II


“I need to help Cassian,” Blake said. He could vaguely make out the carnage around him. Screams and steel clashed in the air. He needed to help, needed to help keep Rhys alive. Even if the High Lord was able to protect himself, it was his duty. Cassian was only one person.

He has it all taken care of.” Her ruby lips curled into a smile, her hands slid down, keeping his own on her waist. “You want to dance with me.” Her voice was a honeyed darkness, her words sliding beneath his skin, filling up his mind.

“I want to dance with you.” He wanted to dance until his feet bled.

They don’t need your help.”

“They don’t need my help.” Cassian would be more than enough.

———–

Rhys knew where he was. Cells imbued with a magic cancelling stone, it would also quiet the bond between him and Feyre. This trap was meant for her. Pain pulsed through his head as he stood. Keir was standing on the opposite side of the cells, his hands behind his back, his face stone and aloof.

Leaning on his forearm, Rhys stared down Keir, “I wish I could say I was surprised, but you can’t expect to not get bit by a rabid animal. It’s just in their nature. Just as it is in yours to be a spineless traitorous fool.”

Keir didn’t seem phased by his words at all. The only acknowledgement was tightening of his shoulders. He knew it would be useless to try to use his magic. It would just rebound on himself. Most likely kill him.

“Feyre is going to grind your bones to dust while you still breathe. She will make you beg for mercy until your throat is raw and bleeding. And after she is done with you, only then will I kill you.”

“Your whore will be too dead to be able to do such things I’m afraid.” A small smile tugged on Keir’s lips, “As will be the abominations you call your children.”

Rage crackled in his veins, roaring in his ears. He tried to calm himself. Feyre was in Valeris. She is is safe. But if their bond went quiet…she would bring ruin to this entire court. “Your underestimation of my family will be your undoing.”

Keir’s smile widened, and it was truly horrible. “Interesting choice of words, considering who helped me.”

He blinked.

His world tilted on it’s side.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I?”

His magic lashed out before he would stop it, rebounding on himself. Darkness slammed into him, pain searing behind his eyes, thundering in his head. Blackness gripped him and brought him to unconsciousness.

————

Cassian ran his sword through the female. She crumpled to the ground and he whirled to the next one. Where was Rhys, where was Blake?

He lost count of how many he had killed. He shoved down the feel of bile in the back of his throat before moving on to the next person. They were starting to thin out, he just needed to hold on.

He needed to stay alive.

If only for his children.

———–

The female tisked, “It would seem I grossly miscalculated just how skilled Cassian is.”

“He is skilled,” Blake said. “The very best.”

She patted his cheek, “Thank you for the dance, Blake. You are truly very skilled.”

He blinked slowly, “Thank you.” His limbs were becoming his again, the carnage around him was becoming more than a dim buzzing in his ears. What was happening?

“You are going to forget meeting me. You are only going to remember that you were in another part of the mountain fighting your way to your Commander and High Lord.”

“I was fighting.” He killed dozens of people. Their blood stained his hands.

The girl you were dancing with was killed. She was ran through with a sword.” Her starry eyes were filled with a brutal sadness he couldn’t place.

“She is dead.” He tried to protect her. He wasn’t enough.

“The time will come where you will remember who I am and when I come to you, you will do whatever is necessary to come with me.”

“Whatever is necessary.”

Her lips connected to his cheek in a soft kiss, “It was wonderful meeting you Blake, you are nothing like how I thought you would be. Dacia was right.”

He frowned at her. With a ruby smile that lit up her sorrow-filled starry eyes, the female winnowed away.

————–

Cassian ran his sword through the male. The male’s eyes vacated and he crumpled to the ground.

“Cassian!”

A female picked up the fallen male’s discarded sword and ran at him. Cassian’s sword cut through her like a piece of parchment. He pulled the blade out violently, the female fell to the ground, blood blossoming in the gaping wound in her stomach. “Where the fuck were you?”

“I got separated, I was fighting through another section of the mountain.”

“Where’s that female you were dancing with?”

“Dead.”

“How?”

“Sword through the chest. I tried to save her, I wasn’t enough.”

“I’m sorry, Kid.”

“Yeah, me too.”

————-

Feyre weaved through the spell, breaking it, shattering it. She had seen enough. This had gone on too long. Too many deaths, too much blood. She released the damper on her power, letting these monsters know she had arrived. Her darkness slammed into them, bringing them to their knees, clawing at their throats.

She turned her eyes to the nearest female and rose her chin, “Where is he?”

“Dead,” the female gasped out. Her voice was a hollow laugh. “Good riddance.”

Feyre clasped the female’s mind, her claws tearing through memory after memory of the female. She was lying, she knew where he was. With a dismissive wave, Feyre shattered her mind, letting the female fall to a crumpled mess.

Ignoring the pain wrapping around her spine, she turned to the rest of them, “Leave while you still have the chance. Anyone who is still here after the count of three will burn. One.” A few of the fae ran. Some tried to attack, only to be met with Azriel or Bay or Nate’s swords. “Two.” More ran. “Three.”

She burned them down.

She winced before turning to Azriel, “The Cells. Take me there, now.”

“Feyre, you’re-”

NOW.”

———–

Keir looked down his nose. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, Night Incarnate, was unconscious in the bottom of a cell. This was truly a wonderful sight.

He got to his haunches, “It would seem you aren’t that all powerful after all.”

“Get away from him,” the sound of steel being unsheathed filled his ears. “Now.”

He stood, turning to the sound. “Nathaniel.”

His grandson had him by the throat, slammed against the wall. “You did this,” Nate growled. “Why?”

Behind him, the Bastard’s adoptive son stood, his arms crossed. His eyes were filled with a burning hatred.

This question, it was more than just Rhysand being unconscious in a cell, more than wanting the whore and her children eradicated. This was the question of a scared child who wanted to know why he hurt him. Why he was targeted, why he broke him so many times. So many times that Keir realized, his family didn’t know about. Save the one time he broke Nate’s wrist. He supposed it was a good thing having Ash Archeron a relative. It would seem Nathaniel was just as adept as his father at trading secrets.

He knew he was going to die. Might as well make the last words he said haunt Nathaniel for the rest of his worthless life. “Because. You are pathetic.”

An icy rage slid through Nataniel’s features. Keir turned his eyes to Bay. “Your father is such an interesting male. When you meet him, be sure to ask how he got the scars on his face.”

Bay’s eyes snapped onto his and his face drained of color. Nathaniel’s hand tightened around his throat and let out a low, vicious growl.

“Don’t kill him,” A voice said behind Nathaniel. It was cold and low and a whisper of darkness. It was Azriel.

“Why not?” Nathaniel growled.

“I need to interrogate him,” Azriel said.

Nathaniel smiled at Keir and that smile froze his blood. Nathaniel clutched his shirt, “Family bonding, yes?”

——————-

She tried to think past the contractions that she knew where speeding up. She was going to have these babies in this court, there was no other option. Feyre got to her knees, letting out a long breath. “Rhys.”

The pain was coming faster now. Cutting into her wrist, she let her blood spill. Taking it to her mate’s lips, she whispered, “Wake up, you prick. I’m-” she winced.

————

Blood spilled into his mouth, jarring him from unconsciousness. His eyes fluttered open at a sweet smell filling his nose. But he did not see her, he saw vague shadows, like looking through clouded glass. It was then that he realized.

Feyre was in labor and he was blind.

—————–

Heres part three!! Thank you for reading!! Please, please leave a comment

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty upset that Bonnie and Enzo isn't endgame and I think Bonnie deserved better, but the assertion that Bonnie helping her caucasian friends is reminiscent of slavery is kind of a stretch. Reducing the characters to their skin colors makes no sense. Bonnie simply cared deeply for her friends.

I think saying ‘Bonnie simply cared deeply for her friends’ is just a way of sugar coating the truth. TVD does the same thing, it likes to reiterate what a hero Bonnie is and what a good friend she is to cover up the fact that she is a plot device. Bonnie’s constant martyrdom isn’t reciprocal it’s not like all the characters are constantly sacrificing themselves for Bonnie in return. The only person who sacrifices himself nearly as much as Bonnie is Stefan and even he doesn’t specifically go out of his way for Bonnie.

Even at the event of Bonnie’s own death she made Jeremy keep it a secret just so everyone could enjoy their happy lives and the scooby gang only noticed something was up WHEN THEY NEEDED SOMETHING.

It’s not a coincidence that Bonnie is the only black (and only black female) main character who does all the heavy lifting and sacrificing. What else am I supposed to infer? To say that skin colour plays no part in this and that I shouldn’t ‘reduce characters to their skin colors’ is patronising because this is absolutely about race.

Things I don't mean when I say that I'm Irish ☘️

-that I’m a leprechaun 

-that I live on a farm

-that I ride horses/tractors

-that I know who Collin Farrell/Bono/any other famous Irish person is

-that I say “top of the morning to you”

-that I can’t pronounce “th”

-that I give a shit that your great great great grandfather twice removed was Irish

-that I give a shit about how your pale ass skin and ginger hair must apparently make you Irish as if Ireland is the only place that contains redheads

-that I give a shit about the fact that there’s a Mc or Mac in your last name as if the Scottish don’t also have similar prefixes, especially if your name is MacKenzie or MacGregor

-that I care about how your name is Kaytlynne/Caitlyn/any other spelling of Caitlin that involves K’s and y’s which are both letters that don’t exist in natural Irish (I’ll respect you and your name because it’s your fucking name but please don’t start talking to me about how Irish it is and how it helps you connect with your Irish roots or any of that stuff if it’s spelt using letters that literally don’t exist in Irish)

-that I care about whether or not you like Guinness 

-that I love alcohol 

-that I’m fucking British

Important State Champs lyrics: The Finer Things/ The Acoustic Things
  • I bet you couldn’t tell that I felt the same way, struggling just to get to the next day. 
  • I can’t be saved. 
  • Holidays tend to make me feel whole again. Rainy days make me feel like the dream is dead. 
  • I can show you what it’s like to be down when you’re all alone. 
  • I’m finally acquiring the state of mind that everything is gonna be alright.
  • Find a way to stay in your skin. 
  • Wouldn’t you know I’ve come to terms? That you wouldn’t even care if I choked up and stopped my breathing 
  • Maybe I’m a bad person. 
  • It only matters if it’s worth it, so does it even matter at all? 
  • I think persistence is this price that we pay in the end 
  • Pain loses so much weight when I leave the ground 
  • Over the line every God damn time, and you’re still waiting on me to let go.
  • Not a sound can be drowned If you don’t stop listening
  • I’m seeing red, and as a result my dreams, were left unsaid, how could this happen to me? 
  • I’m looking past the ones who fell back in the race, you can see it in my face 
  • Thought I was special but you know I wasn’t 
  • My heart’s beating so you know I’m alive 
  • I’m not afraid when I’ve got something left to give 
  • I bet you thought that I would start it again 
  • ALL OF CRITICAL. EVERY LINE.
  • Long live the problem child 
  • Now I don’t think I’ll ever feel like this again 
  • I’m willing to prove you’ve got more fight left in you. 
  • I just wanna be more than a memory. 
  • All of I I’m Lucky because amazing
  • If truth be told I blame the monsters in your head.
  • We’ll raise the stakes and show them that we’re different
  • I know I don’t say it but I love you too and it’s starting to make sense

Around The World And Back (x)

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effy in every season: 01

“sometimes I think you’re the only person in the world Tony truly cares about.”

New hair from Kelly O @ The Sapphire Hair Lounge

I’m trying to reconcile a lot of different things right now. Things like: My body is an instrument, not an ornament; beauty is a skin deep concept; my body is my temple so I’ll decorate it however I want; I feel my best when I put effort into my appearance. Sometimes I feel vain for caring about how I look but I think as long as how I look isn’t the only thing that I care about then it all evens out.

Today I marched with other women in Winnipeg to show support for Womens March on Washington. We marched to support those who are marginalized, who were unable to march and who don’t feel like they can raise their voices. Queer, trans, disabled, sexual assault survivors, immigrants,  POC & Indigenous women and children need to be given platforms for their voices and their stories. Today I used my body and my presence to show the world that there is unity in community and Love Must Trump Hate.

#WhyIMarch 

01/21/17

✨ Magical Correspondences of Tropical
Fruits and Vegetables ✨ 

I’ve been thinking about this recently and decided to expand on the list in my grimoire on my sugarcane induced high. There are so many powerful and cleansing foods that grow in the tropics that could be used in magic. Also, correspondences are usually 99% subjective so these are all mostly personal and based off of experiences but I also based it off of health benefits and what it can do to your body. Also another note, I’m half Haitian and have only traveled to the Caribbean as far as tropics go so these fruits are mostly what you can find in Haiti or Guadeloupe. (So fruits specific to southeast Asia or other tropical places are not included) (original picture from here)



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A part of me knows that loving you will lead to nothing. I can’t ever commit myself to something as grand as our love could be. But another part of me craves affection, and I felt like you’ve been the only person lately who genuinely cared for me. It’s easy to latch on to that feeling. I need you to tell me ‘no’ so I can move on. I miss our sunrises and sunsets. I miss walking together, standing so close I can feel the warmth of your skin tickle mine, but never touching. I miss the way your eyes search for my face after you crack a joke, ever searching for my approval. I miss the side of you that’s insecure when you’re so bold and confident. Maybe you’re better in writing. I miss feeling conflicted about you late at night. I miss fantasizing about all the possibilities that could occur in this universe with you. I miss laughing so hard I tire myself out, and crying so silently I’m afraid my heart will burst. I miss all the in betweens, the paradoxes, the uncertainties that come with you, but eventually, I guess I got tired of the spontaneity. And now I’m sitting in bed, staring at a picture of you and your prom date, wondering where I went wrong.
—  to the boy I used to love

anonymous asked:

i'm so happy the ask box is open!! could you do headcanons of todoroki in a soulmate au where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate's skin? and you're his soulmate and you like to write cute encouraging words on ur skin for him to see? :-)

Of course dear! I very much hope I could answer and write it well enough! =)


- He’s careful not to let other people see what gets written across his skin, especially if he doesn’t know the person in front of him or doesn’t trust them. Out of his whole family, only his mother knows about the encouragement and he keeps it that way.

- Todoroki tries to write back as often as he can. Most of the time though, he doesn’t really know what to say past a simple “thank you” and after thanking his soulmate, he tends to ask them how their day went or how they’re feeling.

- Whenever something gets difficult for him or he has trouble with sleeping or can’t let certain thoughts go, he tends to rub over his hand or arm, especially if something is written there. It has a calming effect on him and sometimes he just stares at the words until his own head feels clearer again.

- When he starts telling his soulmate bit by bit how he’s feeling and what he’s thinking, they start to learn to read his moods out of the words he writes back, and they’re making sure he knows they’re here for him, be it to distract him or talk about it or to just draw wavy line after wavy line across his knuckles.

- Sometimes, they swap little drawings as well. His soulmate doodles on their skin and it often causes him to smile when the lines appear on his. Todoroki picks up a pen then and draws or writes them something back.

My mother wants me to have clear skin, perfect makeup and a fit figure.
She wants her only daughter to be beautiful; she wants me to be a pretty girl.
Truth is, I couldn’t care less about beauty. I want to be intelligent, creative, humorous, kind, fierce, carefree, brave and so much more. I want to be the kind of person people admire; I want to be the kind of person that inspire people to be better and kinder.
I want my appearance to be the least interesting thing about me.
—  Sorry to disappoint you, mom #1
Little Skin Care Tip: Blackheads

So I’ve always had quite visible blackheads on my nose (which is already quite noticable itself mind you) and for years I did so many things, or nothing at all since I’m a lazy ass. I would scrub and use nose pore strips and all those things but it only made the open pores more more red and even more visible, and alot more dry and flaky.

Well, around the beginning of last month I was doing some research and decided to try honey and cinnamon. I’m not even joking guys, on the first try I could actually see a big difference, it had cleaned out the blackheads really well.

Honey is a natural antibiotic and really sucks out the dirt from the open pores. It works even better with organic honey which I used. A wee teaspoon of honey and half a teaspoon of cinnamon, mix it into a thick paste and slap it on anywhere where you have blackheads. I also ripped a rectangular piece of kitchen towel and placed it gently over the paste on my nose. I left it on for as long as I could (about 5-10 minutes) then washed it off and applied a bit of moisturizer.

Do this every second day. All the best.

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alright no one asked but here he is: my watcher, adrien! hes uh. obviously a moon godlike. his parents were aumaua so he is a Big Boy and i love him because hes also a barefisted monk who punches enemies away from his friends. he is big and glowy and scary looking but actually he is a big softy… benevolent and honest…

hes a wanderer from the living lands who grew up in an orphanage and was taught a compassionate monk lifestyle by an old caretaker, the only person who really cared for him. (cuz even when you got a bunch of kids of all different kith, you’re still weird if you’ve got glowing blue skin and horns!!) so when the oldtimer died (as people do), adrien took to the roads in search of somewhere to belong (yes i know its cheesy but hes the cheesiest boy,, hes sso good and pure and he just wants to be Loved).

anyway one of his goals is to learn about a variety of viewpoints, especially worshipping-wise. he wasn’t really taught a lot about the gods by his friend since they wanted his principles to be his alone and not for the sake of some deity. they wanted him to grow up kind and then make his choice. so hes very curious about religion, especially since he’s a godlike–did a god really bless him in the womb, or is there something else going on?

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PAIRING- reader x steve roger 

WORD COUNT: 3k

WARNINGS: little bit of swearing, mentions of alcohol and fluff! 

Request from Anon- Hello, I saw bday anons requested their stuff, so I thought I’d also try :) A Steve imagine where Nat drags you to Tony’s Party cause she knows you have a crush on Cap. Then you see him talking to some woman and you decide to get drunk. Later at night you’re pretty drunk but Steve is with you, helping you and trying to take care of you (he also has a crush on you). Then he carries you to his Apartment in his bed & you blurt out your Feelings for him. In the morning he tells you he feels the same

Well then I think that this is my longest imagine to date woooohoooo. I hope that you all enjoy x 

GIF NOT MINE

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

You were in your own personal hell. The night air was cold against your exposed skin, the heels on your feel were already digging into your flesh and you only had them on for ten minuets. The dress (that was already picked out for you) was like a second skin. You kept fumbling at the hem trying in vain to pull it down and save yourself some dignity. You hair was styled within an inch of its life and doused in hair spray. Your makeup was done on a professional level and felt heavy on your face. You stumbled up towards the tall imposing building your best friend pulling on your arm.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I saw your argument against the fact that McCree's white and I noticed that your only standpoint was the fact that you as a mix person live out a life of being white passing. But that has nothing to do with the game. I would like to know your opinion on the fact that McCree is based on Clint Eastwood, his name is Irish, his legendary skins have him with blonde hair and blue eyes, his sprays have light skin, and his voice actor is white. Give me some canon proof that argues these facts.

hey quick question, have you ever seen lucio’s voice actor

Well, maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby, I know.

And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
And those bright blue eyes
Can only meet mine across the room filled with people that are less important than you.

All ‘cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you

So I think it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it
The way you held me so tight
All through the night
'Til it was near morning

'Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you

All 'cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you

HAHA, idk…

Here you go xpegasusuniverse!

  • Jason smiled a bit at his fiancee as she ranted about how much this arrange marriage meant to her parents and not her. He couldn’t argue, he hated this arrange marriage too.
  • But their parents already made this happen and there was no way out. Luckily this vacation was parent free and they can be themselves.
  • “The only thing Zeus and my mother care about is the stupid treaty between us.” Annabeth finished.
  • “I know. I know.” Jason sighed. 
  • He looked over and saw a maid walk over to them. She was the most beautiful person that Jason has seen. Her chocolate hair, purplish eyes, and very tan skin made Jason smile.
  • “Excuse me Madam Chase and Sir Grace, but dinner is ready.” She told them. 
  • “Thank you.” Jason replied. “What’s your name?” 
  • “Piper.” She replied with a slight smile. “If you would follow me please, I’ll show you the dinning hall.” 
  • Jason helped Annabeth up from her chair before they followed Piper.
  • “Trying to flirt when your fiancee is right here?” She teased. 
  • Jason turned a bit red. “I just think she looks, nice. That’s all.”
  • “Sure.” Annabeth smiled. “If you want to be with someone else, I don’t care. I only think of you as a great friend.”
  • “The same goes for you. But you know we are going to have to produce an  heir.” He told her.
  • Annabeth groaned a bit. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that.”
  • Jason chuckled. “We will have to.”
  • They got to the dinning hall and there was a man there. He had black hair, green eyes, and tan skin like Piper.
  • And Annabeth couldn’t get her eyes off of him. He has very handsome.
  • He walked over and pulled out a chair for Annabeth. “Madam.”
  • Annabeth smiled a bit and sat down.

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  • That night, Annabeth was walking on the beach behind the Villa that her and Jason were staying at. She just needed some time away from Jason and the whole engagement thing.
  • She walked along the edge of the shore, enjoying the cool water.
  • “Ma’am?” She heard.
  • She looked up and saw the servant who pulled out her chair. “Yes?”
  • “What are you doing out here alone? I thought you would be spending time with your husband.” 
  • Annabeth laughed. “We aren’t married.”
  • “Oh! My apologies.” He turned a bit red.
  • She looked at the servant, smiling. “So, what are you doing out here?”
  • He shrugged. “I love the water. So when I’m not working, I like to come down here.”
  • “Sounds relaxing. That’s why I like the water too. Just hearing the waves relaxes me.”
  • The servant smiled. “That’s why I love living here. The water is everywhere.”
  • “What’s your name?” She asked.
  • “Percy, Madam Chase.” He replied. 
  • “Please, call me Annabeth.” She told him. “Would you like to walk with me?”
  • Percy nodded and offered her his arm. She took it.

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  • Inside, Jason was walking around, wondering where Annabeth went. He wasn’t paying any attention and ran into Piper.
  • “I’m so sorry sir!” Piper told him. “It was my fault.”
  • Jason shook his head. “No, it was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention. What are you doing out late?”
  • “Just finishing up some last minute stuff before I go home.” She replied. “I thought you and your wife would be in bed already.”
  • “Oh, she’s not my wife.” Jason replied. 
  • “I thought you two were.” Piper looked confused. 
  • “No, we’re more like friends actually.” He told her. 
  • Piper smiled and nodded. “I better get going then. I will see you in the morning sir.” She started to walk away.
  • “It’s Jason. You can call me Jason.” 
  • Piper turned around and smiled at him. “Goodnight, Jason.”
I really fucking miss you.

I really fucking miss you. But not…not the you that exists as you are today. I miss the person you were when you held my hand and told me you wanted to marry me someday. I miss the person you were when you held me for hours, knowing the feel of your skin comforted me. The one who cared not only about me, but everyone in your life, so deeply and honestly, that anybody who knew you knew who meant the most to you. 


I’m sorry I’m not enough to bring that part of you back.