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anonymous asked:

Bad acts DO make characters bad forever though. You said it yourself, even if they try to reform, the consequences will still be there. That to me is being bad forever. It doesn't matter what's in their heart, if they feel guilt or not. Bad is bad, and there's no crossing over.

So if you ever made a mistake at any point in your life, regardless of remorse and attempts to make it right or be a better person moving forward, you will be a horrible person forever?

Good grief, anon, I pity anyone that ever has to deal with you as a human being, since it’s  impossible to ever live up to that absurd of a standard. 

“When a heart breaks, what sound does it make?”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is a silence, because when a heart breaks, the person becomes the definition of emptiness. Even when their world crumbles and falls apart in their hands, it is silent. There’s a cruel realization in heartbreak, and it’s that you know you’re about to live where the sun no longer shines; where you can’t even see that your clouds have gone to grey.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #41 // @loveactivist

This week’s episode in a nutshell 

‘What is it like to be in love?’

'It’s like being lost at sea for decades, when no one has come out looking for you, but suddenly someone showed up in the similar life raft as you.

And even though, you still may be lost at sea. You feel like you’ve finally come home.“

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #30 // @loveactivist

dear instagram phandom- i’ve made this post before, and i’ll make it again: PLEASE STOP REPOSTING THINGS YOU FIND ON TUMBLR ONTO YOUR ACCOUNTS. i was shown that another one of my posts, as well of one of my friend’s, were reposted and our urls were completely cut out. please stop using other people’s posts to get likes. it’s not cool, it’s stealing.

It became one of those days were I grew empty inside.

Where the flowers that grew in my chest slowly died, and I was left with a black hole.

I almost wished people came up and talked to me; ask me how I was or how I was doing.

But I’ve always been alone.

—  excerpt from a story I’ll never write #35 // @loveactivist