part of my soul is gone

anonymous asked:

Describe the word 'angry' without using angry.

Fire.


In his voice, in his heart. Piercing and brutal and powerful, oh God, so powerful. It could shake mountains and level buildings, could tear holes through walls and break things, anythings, everythings. It could bring a lover to their knees with their head bowed in fear.

He’d never wanted it to be like that. But the blood in his veins was alight, alive, and there wasn’t a way to just stamp it out, not when he was that consumed by the burn. The rage. The screaming voice in his head that made no sense, spoke no words, but just dug and dug and dug and-


They say evil is integral. They say it lies within the soul of mankind- ‘maybe there is a beast, maybe there is only us’- right? Right?
Right.


It could overcome you so easily. Make you do things you could never have dreamed, not even in the most horrifying of nightmares. And the worst part is that it holds you so easily. You see an image, watch an event, hear a word, and that’s it. You’re gone. It’s taken you.

It only lets go so you can see the damage you’ve done.


Fire, in my opinion, is the most destructive force of them all. 

7 women i could never forget.

1. it was all about experiences. it was a necessity for you to feel. diamonds and gold didn’t move you as much as books and flowers. you liked wine in the morning, and coffee in the evening. you liked beethoven when you were happy, and trap music when you were sad. your laugh was light, but your mind was heavy. you spent so much time dreaming, and not enough time living in the moment.

2. your eyes were enchanting, but the words that came from your lips were even more captivating. gospel to the soul. water to the mind. i remembered every small detail about you, even though you thought it wasn’t important. funny thing is, you didn’t feel important, you didn’t know your purpose. if only you knew the power that existed in the little things you said and did. you’re a goddess. you’ll make a fine mother some day.

3. you were always a volcano waiting to happen, but somehow i was drawn to that. i was drawn to your passion, your spirit, your exuberance. i thought it was beautiful, they felt indifferent. they kept their distance because they thought you were destructive. they didn’t understand you, but i did. amidst all the confusion, i still chose you, but you chose to push me away. you left burns on my soul and left me picking pieces of myself off the ground. my mother always taught me not to play with fire. i wish i listened.

4. miss crystals and sage. miss zodiac. miss what is your moon, sun and rising in? miss let me see your chart, so i know it’s real. you’re appreciated. you taught me so much. your spirituality fueled me. your oneness with yourself inspired me. your awareness opened me, but your over analyzing closed me. you inadvertently disposed of me. ego killed our connection. can you imagine how far we would’ve gone if we both just swallowed our pride?

5. my first love. my soul mate. you opened my eyes to things that i didn’t even know existed. you opened my senses to feelings that i never even knew could be felt. our connection was intense, even though we weren’t together for long. but it’s hard to write about you. it’s hard to string together sentences and talk about you. a part of me feels like you don’t deserve my words, because you left without saying a word.

6. there is so much to you. i have seen the light and dark sides, the sun and the moon, but everything is undeniably beautiful. there was a gentleness about you, even in your rough moments, a softness about you, even after the way the past treated you. but i was young, naive, immature. i didn’t quite understand what love or friendship was. i didn’t quite understand myself. but you’re a good person, an angel. i hope you found someone who compliments your spirit.

7. strange. it never moved past friendship, but i’m glad that it never did. we were always better off as platonic companions. we mixed together well, without adding romance to the pot. it’s ironic that the reason we don’t talk as much anymore is because we decided not to take that plunge into the unknown. i miss your smile, your humor, your friendship. but i also understand that it’s okay to love someone from a distance.

—  iambrillyant
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MARVEL

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Bucky x Reader

- More than friends

- Not knowing

- Memories

- Broken: Part 1, Part 2 ( completed )

- River of tears

- Sleeping in your arms

- The right one: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ( completed )

- What changed?

- Hurt: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 ( completed )

- Oblivious: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 ( completed )

- Let me love you: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (completed)

- Too late

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- Second chance for a normal life: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (completed)

- Torn apart: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 ( completed )

- The empty grave : Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 ( completed )

- Before I go: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 ( completed )

- Did you break your hip?

- The game: Part 1, Part 2

- My love


Sebastian Stan x Reader

- Your imperfections


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Steve rogers x Reader

- Lost soul

- Buried

- Scared of hurting her

- Scared to be lonely

- Torn apart: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 ( completed )

- Carpe diem


Chris Evans x Reader

- Is it too late to try again?


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Tony Stark x Reader

- The right one: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ( completed )

- Gone: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ( completed )


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- The forgotten: Part 1, Part 2 ( completed )

- Regret

- River of tears


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Peter Maximoff x Reader

- I’m sorry

- The mysterious girl: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 ( completed )


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Peter Parker x Reader

- Happy birthday


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Donald Pierce x Reader

- Try to change the future: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ( completed )

- When you sleep

- My army

- Maybe

- My legacy

- I can protect you

- Trust me

- Eden

- Who we were: Part 1, Part 2 ( completed )

- The final act

- Bad day

- Ashes: Part 1, Part 2 ( completed )

- Be careful

- Memories

- You are not scary

- Mutant and proud

- Make them proud


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- Who’s the kid? (Reader-daughter)


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Scott Lang x Reaer

Chocolate muffin


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Ajax x Reader

- Escape



GOTHAM

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- I promise: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ( completed )

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VIKINGS

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- More than friends: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6




Updated on the September 20th, 2017

Obsession (Part 3)

Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested-

Request-

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Warning(s)- None??

Words- 679

A/N- Start of the miniseries, that’s why is so short.

Harry’s room was plain, just a bed and a dresser. The Isle’s homes, if you could even call them that, were horrible compared to Auradon’s. It made you sad that the other children of the Isle couldn’t have a good life on Auradon because of their parents misdeeds. Speaking of Auradon, you hoped Mal was following your request, or all of what you about to do will be awkward. After awhile of waiting, Harry came out of the bathroom in different clothes and no eyeliner on. He walked over to were you were laying on the bed and sat down on the edge. You sat up against the backboard, giving him some room. He gave you a questioning look before asking. “Why do you seem so willing to be here, lass? It’s not like you to allow me around you anymore.”

You sighed softly. “Harry, this isn’t the first time you locked me in your room, and it most likely won’t be the last time.” You said. He had a history of ‘kidnapping’ you. Most of the time as kids, he would get you to come to this room and then not let you out. You always thought that it was a joke, since you were to young to think he would actually keep you there. The first time he really scared you was the first time another guy flirted with you as early teens. He threw you over his shoulder, much like he did at Uma’s, and refused to let you out of his room and wouldn’t even tell you why.

“I doubt it will happen again, lass. Because this time, your precious sister or Jay isn’t here to save you and I don’t think you could escape me here. No you see lass, you are going to stay here with me for as long as it takes you to love me like I love you.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“Do you really think that’s going to make me fall for you? You’re honestly insane. Drop your bad boy act and talk to me like the you you were before you meet Uma!” You were sick of him trying to act like everything would fall into place for him. You could thank Uma for that! “I don’t know what you mean, little witch. What other me is there?” His voice mocking you. You growled, losing you temper. That’s it.

“The you that came crying to me over your fathers horrible treatment. The you that begged me to let you stay with me because you were to afraid to go back home.” You moved closer to his face, growing out words. “The you who would follow me around, clinging to my back when meeting new people. The you who was innocent, never wanting to hurt a soul. Where’s that you, huh?!” You yelled the last part in his face and then moved back to the backboard, crossing your arms. His face turned from arrogance to shock in an instant. He probably didn’t want to get reminded of his past self, he was always ashamed of his ‘weaker’ side. He soon growled and pounced on top of you, holding you arms down to your side. “That weak little boy is gone, lass. It would be in your best interest not to bring him up again.”

You faked pouted, talking a lesson out of your sister’s book. “Aww did I hurt your feelings? I’m so sorry, I won’t let it happen again.” You mocked. He stared at for a moment, till he snapped out of his anger. He slowly got off of you and avoided eye contact. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that to you.” He apologized. You raised one of your eyebrows, but shrugged anyway.

He got off the bed and walked to the door. “I’m going to get you some food. Don’t even think about leaving.” With that note, he left, making sure to lock the door tight. “This is going to be a long week…” You thought out loud, before closing your eyes.


Tags- @interwebber  @blxckoxeanash  ​ @buckybomb  @volleyballgirlforever-blog  @littlxshit @omg-vixy666-me-blog   (Some of the blog name wouldn’t let me tag you, sorry!!)

Because multiple people have now said something about it:

Resurrection (the 7th level spell requiring a 1,000gp diamond that Pike typically uses out of combat) can indeed rez people who have been dead for as long as century, however it requires a body. It can be a mutilated or withered body, but it must be their body.

True Resurrection (a 9th level spell requiring diamonds worth at least 25,000gp) does not require a body and can resurrect someone who has been dead for up to two hundred years. No one in the party can currently cast this, though Keyleth is coming up on it and Pike is a ways behind her.

(Wish would also work of course, but let’s not pretend that isn’t just as rare a spell and again, the party cannot yet cast this. Keyleth and Pike will never be able to cast Wish, as it is a Wizard/Sorcerer only spell. Scanlan can learn Wish, but not until 18th level, when he gets his last opportunity to poach a spell from another class’ spell list, and he can easily choose something else.)

The bodies of the de Rolos are gone, never given respectful burials by their usurpers. There is no body for the twins’ mother either, likely burned to ash by Thordak. Scanlan’s mother was almost certainly buried in a pauper’s grave, if she was buried at all, and the body would be long since gone. 

We literally just this past episode had a conversation in which we learned that Vox Machina is not aware that if you’re powerful enough, you can resurrect the dead without a body. And of course they’re not aware of it, it’s never come up and requires someone to be incredibly powerful. 9th level spells are obscene. Do you realize that Delilah Briarwood was high enough level to cast 9th level spells, but she didn’t know any because A. they’re rare and B. her using any of them would have been a damn TPK on the party at the time?

This is not the players meta-gaming that they can’t bring their tragic backstories back to life. This is an in-character failure of Vox Machina to understand just how truly outrageously powerful they are. It’s the same reason they keep turning to Allura and Gilmore and Kima and Jarrett for help, despite the fact that all of those NPCs are now lower level than they are.

And even still, VM doesn’t yet have the ability to cast True Rez.

But more important than all the rules-based reasons that VM has not and will not try to resurrect their long dead families is this:

In a purely mechanical, rules as written sense, it’s probably possible that that everyone’s dead families could be brought back to life. But this is not a purely mechanical, rules as written world. If it was, there wouldn’t be resurrection rituals to begin with. Matthew invented those to make death more meaningful. This is a world with a story to tell and a narrative to uphold. 

For Tiberius, Vax prayed and meditated and was told by the Raven Queen that Tiberius had moved on and was at peace. This was Matt blatantly hinting that a resurrection ritual would not work. So per the laws of Matthew Mercer, once a spirit has moved on, the dead stay dead.

The de Rolos have been dead for five years. Elaina (Vex and Vax’s mother) has been dead for longer. Scanlan’s mother has been dead for much, much longer. They’ve moved on. There’s no way they haven’t.

And in an out of character sense, this is simply Matt maintaining a cohesive narrative that doesn’t allow a party of demi-god level players to just do whatever the fuck they want and make the campaign spiral wildly out of his control, while still allowing them to be more powerful than 99.5% of the known world of Exandria. 

In an in-universe sense, this is simple logic. Once the dead have gone on to their deserved rest, you can’t reach them anymore. They’re beyond your call. They are no longer in the limbo between life and death and their souls cannot be dragged back.

Which comes right back to the survivor’s guilt that Percy is wrestling with - that Percy, for all the faults and sins he blames himself for, is part of a powerful group that can bring him back to life seemingly without issue, but no one can save the family he lost.

Playback
to the tune of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire
filk lyrics by Andrew Ross

Mary Shelley, HG Wells, people meeting at hotels 
Rudyard Kipling, people singing ditties at the bar
Gilbert, Sullivan, rounds of Young Man Mulligan
Poul and Karen Anderson, songs in Key of R

Martha Keller, Tolkein, songs of worlds as yet unseen
TH White’s Arthurians, Frederick Pohl’s Futurians
Tom Lehrer, Mondegreens, Slan Shacks, fanzines
Music circles, Reprints, Jacobs has a misprint!

We shouted “MacIntyre!”
It’s our cry of battle for the Old Dun Cattle
We shouted “MacIntyre!”
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Amazing Stories Annuals, Pelz’s Filksong Manuals
Dr. Demento tunes, Callahan’s Crosstime Saloons
Hope Eyrie, Leslie Fish, bounced potatoes off the dish
Robert Aspirin, Gwen Zak, Dawson’s Christian, Captain Jack

Off Centaur, Teri Lee, making love in zero-G
Filthy Pierre, Longcor, black market Tullamore
Juanita Coulson, Red Lions, badges marked with Dandelions
Dorsai have a Fan Club! Jello in the bathtub!

Don’t set the cat on fire
It will only fight it if you try to light it
Don’t set the cat on fire
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Peter Beagle, Consonance, chili cursed with sentience 
HOPSFA, NESFA, ConChord, and the Pegasus Award
PFNEN, Ose, Amway, Talk Like a Pirate Day
Dandelion Digitals, Julia Ecklar and the gulls

Bob Laurent, Asimov, Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff
Rocky Horror Muppet Shows, Frank Hayes feeling indisposed
Bill Sutton DIY, Marischiello goodbye
Challenger! Final tour! What else must we all endure?

We saw the sky on fire
While the world was staring, we were Jordin Karing
We saw the sky on fire
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Kathy Mar, Next Gen, Tullamore is back again
Steve Macdonald, Elfquest, Interfilk funds a guest
Tom Smith, 307 Ale, Lee Gold, Heather Dale
Phoenyx, Keepers of the Flame, Filkontario’s Hall of Fame

Echo’s Children, Bab-5, need a fool to feed the drive
Hamlet done by John Woo, Marilisa Valtazanou 
GaFilk, Urban Tapestry, lives rich in fantasy
Airwalls down at Orycon! Firebells at Baycon!

We didn’t start a fire
We were all but deafened, and began Kanefin’
We didn’t start a fire
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Blake Hodgetts, Proteins, Vixy, Tony, Thirteen
Stone Dragons, Moxie, Zander, Heather into Alexander
Bill and Gretchen, dead mouse, alligators in the house
ConFlikt, Judi Filksign, Tragedy at East Hill Mine

Mary Crowell, Faerieworlds, brony boys and Wicked Girls
Britain’s Talis Kimberly, Seanan’s Kellis-Amberlee
Doubleclicks! Browncoats! Cats! FuMP! Toy Boat!
Release the Cello! Sasquon! Thor! Pass another Tullamore!

We didn’t start the choir
It’s been so cathartic for the longest bardic
We didn’t start the choir
But when our turns have gone, it will still go on and on until the dawn… 

I don’t feel like I was given enough time to have the proper closure that CS will no longer be a part of my life.

This show really should have gone the route of deciding these stories were done, and promoting it as the last season so we could prepare our souls.

Persephone {pt.5 (FINAL)}

Type: Miniseries Continuation; 7th Sense | One | Two | Three | Four | Five (FINAL) |
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Suggestive (NO SMUT), Demon!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 3,701
A/N: Thank you all for the love this series has received and with bearing the long wait! :)
© 


After so many years you were finally home.

Your yearning wish was finally granted, but not in the way you had in mind.

Your head turns over to the door when footsteps shuffle down the hallway. It wasn’t just one pair of steps, but multiple followed by voices. You grip the edge of the porcelain tub as the door bursts open.

You expected your family to run to you and spoil you with affection, but they only blankly stare into the bathroom.

“She’s here,” your little brother announced.

Your parents and older twin sisters frantically look all over the room, grief upon their faces. The space between your brows twitch. Why were they acting like they couldn’t see you?

“What’s wrong with them, Leon?” You uttered, staring at them strangely.

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Here’s the last half of chapter 15! @outlandishchridhe is my soul sister and I love her. We’ve got so many plans for the future of this story, so don’t worry. I can’t say when the next chapter will post with Ish having a lot of stress at the moment. I promise there will be more, but you’ll have to wait.

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Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 9

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Double “E” - Emelia and Eurus

The Parallels

You may know how much I love looking for parallels and mirrors in “Sherlock”. I am not sure if this has been discussed before but in TAB and S4 we get two women  

  • who wear white
  • who kill people with guns
  • who fake their deaths actively or passively
  • who are identified by a song
  • whose names start with an “E”

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B99 Hiatus Writing Challenge

In the immortal words of Captain Raymond Jacob Holt, “EVERYTHING IS GARBAGE.” – The finale left our favorite squad in pain, we have to wait months for new content, and Dianetti still isn’t canon.

Even Terry knows what we need most in these trying times: fanfiction

Under the cut is a list of 30 prompts/summaries put together with a ton of help from @stardustsantiago, @peraltiagoisland@scullysthumbtacks, @three-drink-amy​, and @dogworldchampion. Feel free to run away with any (or many) of these plot bunnies!! Let’s make this hiatus as gr99 as possible. ★

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Words by Kyrah @kyrah52

“The receptacle of my pouring tears “

These walls surrounding me are  whitnesses of my pain ,this dark place of time gone ,of days of stunning joy  keep my releasing tears of a memory …

This sacred hidden place holds sorrow of a tale not yet told ,holds a secret of a medieval time ,of a tournament of a meaning between lovers who were forbidden to an everlasting torment…

So, this is where I keep my pouring tears …this is here ,where I engraved my life and rage…

This is where I wrote my soul—

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Hans-Jürgen Sommerfeld © 2014 | 2017

Part two of Convento do Carmo Trilogy

366 Days (Masterlist) [Complete]

Story Summary: Dean Winchester was the love of your life; and you were the love of his life. That’s why he sold his soul to save you, two years ago. By the time you and Sam had learned he’d done this, it was too late. And now with Dean gone, you and Sam were left to make it through without him. As time passes, you and Sam grow closer. But is Dean really gone forever?

If you’d like to be tagged in this story, or in any of my writing, just send an ask or a message!

Warnings will be listed within each chapter.

Chapters with adult content will be italicized


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Darker Sentence Meme

“A cleaved head no longer plots.”
“A conversation of silence, lies left unspoken.”
“A dying man needs to die as a sleepy man needs to sleep.”
“A lot of truth is said in jest.”
“A lot of you cared. Just not enough.”
“Afraid to love you hide away.”
“Although I search myself it’s always someone else I see.”
“Although we are through, I’m longing for you.”
“Am I invisible? Am I soundless? Or am I just alone?”
“And they didn’t even put up a fight.”
“And they didn’t even put up a fight, they didn’t even make a sound.”
“Anxious, you laughed. Sad, you smiled.”
“Are you proud of who I am?”
”At least I’m being honest.”
”But I’ve got better things to do than let you walk all over me.”
“’Cause I’m not convinced I’m worth your time.”
”Can still remember the time you were here.”
”Can you see me? Can you hear me? Or am I not here?”
“Can’t believe what I did for love.”
”Can’t you forgive me? At least just temporarily.”
“Can’t you hear me calling? Can’t you see me falling? I’m lost without you here.”
“Constantly lying to myself just to get through the day.”
”Death has been crooning in my ear things I want to hear.”
“Don’t bother to cry, no one will hear you.”
“Don’t go where I can’t follow!”
“Don’t you try to fix what’s broken, no one else can take your place.”
“Ending it will just pass on the pain, I know, but I’m selfish enough to just want it gone.”
”Feel like a failure, ‘cause I know that I failed you.”
“Feel like a shadow walking behind who you think I am.”
”Give me one good reason to love you, for I can’t think of any.”
“Go ahead and leave me – I never needed you anyway!”
“Guess there’s a part of me that likes to bring you down just to keep you around.”
“Heartburn. Reminding me I fucked up.”
“How did I miss you when I didn’t know you?”
“How do you love someone without getting hurt?”
“How do you warn the people you love that you may not come back?”
“I am just so angry with myself.”
“I chose the easy way out.”
“I could be long gone. I could be a ghost in your eardrum.”
”I don’t care if you’ve got them on your mind, all I really care is if you wake up in my arms.”
”I don’t deserve it, I know.”
“I don’t hate you, I fear you.”
”I feel broken and hollow.”
”I got nothing here without you.”
“I just want to not be me.”
“I killed myself by leaving you.”
”I know I should’ve fought it.”
”I know I should’ve fought it, at least I’m being honest.”
”I know that this is my fault.”
”I know you wouldn’t even notice.”
”I made a mess of me.”
”I should’ve been more careful.”
”I still don’t miss you yet.”
”I swear, I’ll make it worth it.”
“I thought I could imagine how much it would hurt, but I was wrong.”
“I told you to leave me… Don’t.”
“I trusted you not to go.”
”I was a liar, I gave into the fire.”
“I wish I could remember.”
“I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life.”
“I would never die for you.”
“I’d like for it all to stop now. Please.”
”I’m a walking heartache.”
“I’m a work in progress and I’m not so sure I’ll like the end result.”
“I’m not enough for you.”
“I’m not fine as in fine, but fine as in you don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing.”
”I’ve been a fool – a fool for you.”
“I’ve hurt myself by hurting you.”
“If you care to look around then you’ll see me going down.”
“If not for me then you’d be dead.”
“If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could’ve won.”
“It doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything.”
“It’s a long way down, but here I am.”
“It’s just not meant to be.”
“Leave your mark on love before love leaves you.”
“Let me hang in peace.”
“Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.”
“Losing hope is the real disaster.”
“Love? Great? That’s bullshit, love hurts.”
“Memory is a curse more often than a blessing.”
”No more lies if you don’t wanna find me gone.”
“Now everything I see reminds me of all that is said and done.”
“Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.”
“Of all the things I’ve had and all the things I’ve lost I miss you the most.”
“On my own I’m only half of what I could be.”
”One last time I need to be the one to take you home.”
”One more time. I promise, after that I’ll let you go.”
“Our souls contain more scar tissue than life.”
“Pain is a pesky part of being human.”
“People are different – it’s not always a good thing.”
“Promising to stay you slowly walked away.”
”Return us to when you know how to love.”
”Said you’d change but I’m afraid it’s something I won’t live to see.”
“Save your time for someone deserving of it.”
“Silent tears invisible to the naked eye, but still they drown you.”
“So sick of believing the lies and trying to hide, covering the cuts and bruises.”
“Some days I feel broken inside.”
“Some people make me want to throw up.”
“Somebody tell me why I’m on my own if there’s a soulmate for everyone.”
“Soon I will be just another memory.”
“Stay with me a minute, I swear I’ll make it worth it.”
“Stop caring– I don’t deserve it.”
”Stories are all we’ll ever have.”
“Surrounded by pale people, think I’m fading too.”
“Tell me you love me, say you care. Lie straight to my face.”
“That constant judgement you can’t avoid.”
“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
”The person I’ve been lately isn’t who I want to be.”
“The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”
“There are some things you never really move on from.”
“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
“There is no relationship in life beyond betrayal.”
“There’s more here than what we’re seeing.”
”These scars are reminders of just how much I can take.”
“They didn’t even make a sound.”
“They say bad things happens for a reason.”
”This morning I woke up hating us both.”
“Trying to save myself from choking, just wish that I could see your face.”
“Used to think you didn’t love me, now I know you don’t.”
“What am I still doing here?”
“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?”
”What I wouldn’t give for peace.”
”What, like it matters? Since when?”
“What is left without your love?”
“We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.”
“We learn so little from peace.”
“We were great once. Where did that go?”
“What hope I have left flickers like a candle about to go out.”
“When you sleep, will it be with me?”
“Why am I still living this dark and hurtful life?”
“Why do I bother?”
“Why do I let you hurt me so?”
“Why do I love you?”
”You break your promises in two, what can I do?”
“You call it a simple mistake, but to me it’s not simple at all.”
“You deserved better.”
“You don’t care about me like I do you.”
“You leave me and I’ll leave you.”
“You remind me of things I’d rather forget.”
“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.”
”You’ll always be love’s great martyr.”
“You’ve got an excuse. What’s mine?”
“Your life is worth more than mine.”
“Your pain is my happy ending.”

I was fine when you told me you had to leave. Maybe fine isn’t the right word. I felt numb. I felt nothing. I felt empty. I couldn’t even get myself to cry. I went about my day as I normally would. Went to work, did a little shopping. It wasn’t until I laid down to sleep I realized that you weren’t in my life anymore.  It hit me. It hit me hard. I realized I couldn’t hear your voice as I was falling asleep like I was so used to hearing every night. I couldn’t see your face as you slowly fell asleep with me like I was so used to seeing every night. This was the moment I started to miss you. I missed your voice and how peaceful it was as you drifted off to sleep. I missed your face and how you would smile at me right before you closed your eyes. I even missed your snoring. The same snoring that I got so used to because it would keep me up all night. The same snoring, I never complained about because it was a part of you and I loved every single part of you. I realized that I won’t get to see your messy hair and sleepy eyes in the morning as you would wake up, smile and say good morning to me. I realized that I won’t ever hear you say my name again in that way that sounded so beautiful when it came out of your mouth. This was the moment I realized I won’t ever hear you tell me that you love me in that voice that calmed even the most chaotic parts of my soul. This was the moment distance became my greatest enemy. Every part of me wanted to get on a plane and fly to you. Every part of me wanted to demand an explanation for all my efforts that have now gone to waste. Every part of me wanted you to feel how I felt as I laid there in my cold, empty bed with a heart so heavy that it felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.

But I didn’t do anything. I cried. I cried until eventually, without realizing, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day and looked at myself in the mirror, I took a long, deep breath and went about my day as I normally would; but this time, without you.

-SR ♥

Ineffable

Kim Junmyeon/Reader (OC)
Genre: Action, Fantasy, Romance
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Smut


“Heaven and hell suppose two distinct species of men, the good and the bad.

But the greatest part of mankind float betwixt vice and virtue.”


David Hume


Ineffable Ch. 1

Ineffable Ch. 2

Ineffable Ch. 3


Masterlist