she said come back my heart

“I just can’t wait to forget how much it hurts,” she said. My little sister, 17 and naive and so in love, had woken me up at 2am, crying because her boyfriend had broken up with her. “I never want to remember what I’m feeling right now.”

I pet her hair back as her head laid in my lap. “But you will remember it,” I told her. “You always will. Even ten years from now, when three other boys have come and gone since him, you will remember it. Because this is the only time you will have believed every word he said. This is the only time your whole heart will get involved. This is the only time you will be blindsided.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You’ll remember this pain for the rest of your life. But pain is natural. It’s how we protect ourselves.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #133

“Come with me,” she said. “Come meet them.”
Kaz nodded as if steeling himself, flexed his fingers once more.
“Wait,” he said. The burn of his voice was rougher than usual. “Is my tie straight?”
Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair.
“That’s the laugh,” he murmured, but she was already setting off down the quay, her feet barely touching the ground.
“Mama!” she called out. “Papa!” Inej saw them turn, saw her mother grip her father’s arm. They were running toward her.
Her heart was a river that carried her to the sea.

She drew lines
on my skin like the
in the night sky
and I traced her veins
like the lines on a map.
‘This is your way back home,’
she said.
'Always remember
to come back home.’
—  Lukas W. // Find your way back home
My friend recently had her first kiss.  When she called to tell me the news she said she hadn’t realized there could be “so many worlds to explore in a single mouth”.  She also said it in many ways reminded her of “eating something slimy.”   I smiled for a long time about that one.   A few days ago I was telling this same friend about something Frida Kahlo said before she died.   She said, “I hope the leaving is joyful, and I hope never to return.”  My friend asked me, “Do you think you want to return?”  As soon as she asked the question I started crying.  I thought about every year of my life, every hard fist of a moment, and it broke my heart to think I might not choose to come back.  For whatever reason, the days, they do not slow river into me.  They never have, and lately the moments have been especially rough.  Last week I said to a friend (not the kissing friend), “I wish I could take naps… life would be a whole lot easier if there were less of it.”    We both laughed.   Laughing is medicine.  I have a personality I developed whose only job is to laugh at the personality in me that’s depressed as hell.  I have another personality that screams at them both,  another that does nothing but bounce on a mini trampoline, and yet another that tries to make sense of it all via poems about the moon.  It is this final personality that in the end, thank god, always seems to win.  This personality says “Yes. Yes.  I think I do want to return.  Mostly for the kissing, for the slimy kissing, for the many worlded kissing, the only time I know for absolute certain I am not praying alone. “
—  Andrea Gibson

I’m sitting on a train next to a little girl and her father

The dad got up from his seat while the girl was still sleeping

She woke up but wasn’t worried as to where her father went mean while I was terrified

She gave me a look and said “Don’t worry he will come back he would never leave me”

Soon enough the father came back and kissed her on her forehead

She then again whispered into my ear
Saying “When someone loves you with all of their heart they will always return to you they will always find there way back they would never leave you forever.”

I realized from that day on you never truly loved me….and I’ve been waiting for you but you left me forever…

—  The lesson I learned from a little girl named Charlotte // Xspeak ( )

The queen called a huntsman, and said, “Take the child away into the forest. I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her lung and liver as a token.” The huntsman obeyed, and took her away but when he had drawn his knife, and was about to pierce Snow White’s innocent heart, she began to weep, and said, “Ah dear huntsman, leave me my life. I will run away into the wild forest, and never come home again.” And as she was so beautiful the huntsman had pity on her and said, “Run away, then, you poor child.”


                           Heaven & Hell Roman Company

Special Chapter | Fanarts


Cheating series: Yoosung x Mc [Part 4: Saeyoung Ending]

Sooo guys! Seven’s ending is here! You wonder why I use both Seven and his real name Saeyoung? That’s because he’s most known as Seven or 707, but depends on situation, I use his real name because he wants it (if you played his route, you know it right?)

Tagging @lennyloekyto because she doesn’t want to miss any updates lol. Such a cutie <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Yoosung Ending

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Seven’s POV:

“I will talk to him, Seven.”

MC said, her voice weak and hoarse from all the crying. At that moment, I couldn’t help but feel my heart broken into pieces like a shattered glasses. She would probably forgive Yoosung and come back to him since she wanted to talk to him. She was too nice of a person. Honestly, Yoosung didn’t deserve her. Why? Because he was just an innocent college student, he depended on her too much while taking her love for granted. He cheated on her with another woman that looked like Rika. Sure Rika was an important person for creating RFA, but that fact had changed ever since I found out the truth about Mint Eye. Right now, all I wanted was to take her into my arms and protect her from all harms. Last night when I came to Rika’s apartment, she was crying so much she couldn’t even speak properly, but I knew that she needed a shoulder to lean on. She was so vulnerable that I couldn’t just leave her alone. A part of me hate Yoosung for hurting MC, for breaking her heart. I wished I could be the person who can heal her wound. Hesitating for a moment, I nodded and went to open the gate for Yoosung. ‘This is the end, isn’t it? It’ll all be over once she’s done talking with him’. I thought to myself as he walked in, sadness was the only thing I could see on his face.

“I’ll leave you two alone then.”

I said then turned on my heels to return to my dark and small room where I could hide my true self. I put on my headphones to block out all the sounds. I didn’t work on my current task. Instead, I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes, recalled all the messages I exchanged with MC. I sighed ‘Haah…She would never choose me right? There was never a chance for me’. Little did I know, my wish was about to come true.

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IM SCREAMING I LOVE HER SHES THE BEST AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE im weak for smooth talkers okay but also like shes so handsomely beautiful

just look at her!! she even cosplayed as sebastian like making my heart weak more

shes so cuteee she even said adieu i cant

but then im like WAIT COME BACK I LOVE YOU 

shes back and im like yasssss

bonus even mustumi can see her greatness lajsdflas 

My Disorganised List of Thoughts After CtM


• sad Delia broke my heart

• Phyllis Crane you are an actual queen #thanks for being an ally :)

• I am absolutely here for Shelagh the action woman saving all those men and being a social justice warrior

• wow Timothy u smart boy

• im so glad it worked out for the dwarf couple

• and also for the other couple

• omg yes Patsy set that horrible woman straight lol

• dear horrible woman plz gtfo

• but plz come back Patsy or I’m gonna die








• im deaded

• that is all

WidowTracer one shot (before Widowmaker )

Amélie looked at Lena, she was all decked out in her navy blue flight suit, her thick padded yellow vest with the long white scarf around her neck. Plus to top it all off she was wearing aviators.

“Don’t worry love! It’s just a simple test flight! In and out and I’ll be back home before you know it!” She exclaimed for the 20th time.

“I know chèrie but just promise me you’ll come back” she pleaded. She couldn’t lose Lena, not now.

Lena nodded. “I cross my heart and hope to die!” She giggled when Amélie stiffened.

“No you are not dying!”

“I never said I was love! Now I gotta go to the flight deck!” Lena kissed her quickly.

Amélie narrowed her eyes and pulled her in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. “If you break this promise I will personally snap your neck” she threatened.

Lena nodded, pulling her in for a loving embrace before bolting up the metal flight of stairs. Her boots making a loud thud with each leap.

That day, everything that could go wrong happened. The slipstreams teleportation device malfunctioned, sending both the plane and it’s young pilot hurtling into the void of time itself. They pronounced Lena as ‘MIA’ (missing in action).

After hearing the news Amélie broke down sobbing. Her shoulders heaving with every gulping breath. “Y-You promised…” She whispered between gasps as she clutched the fabric of her jeans tightly in balled fists.


Pairing : Dean x Reader

Request : Hey I was wondering if you could write a Dean x reader thing based of the song whiskey lullaby it would be really awesome if you did please and thank you 


this is my first one-shot based on a song hope you like it ;)


“I’m sorry Dean” (Name) said to Dean as she picked up her bags and walked out of the bunker. Dean stood there widen eyes as (Name) walked away..he couldn’t believe it, the woman he was so in love with had just walked out the door and wasn’t coming back.

Without you he wasn’t able to hunt, you were the only thing on his mind, he wanted to forget but never could.

He could feel the emptiness in his heart become grow, he wasn’t the same, he was broken.

Sam tried everything to help his brother but nothing worked he watched Dean drink away his problems every night.

“Dean I think you should stop, you gonna kill yourself at this rate!” Sam plead.

“Sam I think you should shut up!” Sam was completely cut off by his brother.

—Next Morning—

Sam made his way into the main room in the bunker rubbing the sleep out of his eyes only to see a lifeless body laying on the ground.

He stood there for a few seconds in shock and slowly made his was towards his brothers body.

“Hey Dean. It’s morning wake up!” He crouched down and softly nudged him but was met with no answer.

Sam was not going to accept nothing for an answer, he started shaking his brother roughly.

“Dean this isn’t funny! Wake up!” He hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down his face falling onto the floor “Dean! Dean! No this can’t be happening!!” He pulled his brothers cold body towards his and hugged it tightly.



“What?” (Name) looked at Castiel in disbelief.

“I’m sorry (Name)”

After hearing about Dean (Name) fell to her knees.

“It’s all my fault” She says to herself softly.


“Please just give me some time” She interrupts him and as she walks away she hears the flutter of wings.

She sat on the edge of her bed and cried her eyes out whilst looking down one the photo of her with Dean.

Months had passed and every time Castiel had went to visit (Name) all he was met with her knocked out on the ground with an empty bottle of wine and he would help her back onto her bed and and clean up after her.

Sometimes she’d be awake but completely silent not answering him at all.

“(Name) you must eat” he held a plate filled with food towards her but she just stared at the photo, he would sit with her for hours making sure she wouldn’t hurt herself but Castiel wasn’t able to stay with her all the time.

One evening he was on his was to her house but a something wasn’t allowing him to enter.

“Why can’t I enter? Oh no she must have used and angle warding sigil” after realising what she might of kept him away for worried him and he quickly called the police.

Knowing that he couldn’t enter but the police could he waited at the other side of the road until he saw them take out a body on a stretcher.

He rushed towards it not thinking of the consequences.

“Sir you can’t-“ one of them attempted to stop him but failed.

“She’s my friend!” He exclaims and runs towards the inside her to see her lifeless body clutched onto and old photo of her and Dean

“No, no, no, no!” He sat there tears in his eyes stroking your hair. You were like a sister to him and shared a strong bond just like the one he had with Dean.

And he had lost both of you.


Both Sam and Castiel looked down at the two graves.

“Are they together?” Sam asks looking up into the sky.

“Yes they found each other” Castiel replies placing down flowers onto the graves.


For @isamaegreenleaf…reader is Clint’s baby daughter as requested. Enjoy!

“You’re crazy,” Steve said to Clint.
“Am I?” he rebutted, “My daughter hasn’t been so finicky with me since Nat first came around.”
Steve held back a chuckle but smirked. “Come on. You’re her father. Of course she loves you more.”
Clint rubbed his face with his hand. “I don’t think so.”
Tony smirked. “That’s the Cap for ya. Stealing the hearts of women and children since the ‘40s.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Hardly.”

A little giggle caused the group to glance down at the ground. Little Y/N had somehow managed to crawl out of her crib. She was currently waddling toward Steve, making the man smile sheepishly. Clint rolled his eyes as his daughter silently asked to be picked up.

“See? She didn’t even go to sleep,” he exasperated.
“She didn’t go to sleep when I put her to bed either,” Laura quipped.

Steve picked the little girl up and stood. Laura made a move to grab her. However, being the gentleman he is, Steve held up his hand.

“It’s alright. I’ll put her back.”
“Are you sure? She might be hungry.”
Steve glanced over at Clint. The archer sighed. “Go ahead Cap. Be my guest.”

Steve brought the little girl back to her crib. After she whined when he stepped away, he decided to stay until she fell asleep. Unfortunately, this didn’t make Clint feel any better.

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”But, here was a curious thing. The more I tried to give up thinking of her, the more I said to myself, ‘She’s nothing to you’, the harder I tried to pluck the idea of her out of my heart, the more she stayed there. All day I sat or walked with her, so full of the fate I was bringing her to I could hardly touch her or meet her gaze; and all night I lay with my back turned to her, the blanket over my ears to keep out her sighs. But in the hours in between, when she went to her uncle, I felt her—I felt her, through the walls of the house, like some blind crooks are said to be able to feel gold. It was as if there had come between us, without my knowing, a kind of thread. It pulled me to her, wherever she was. It was like—
It’s like you love her, I thought.”

I took everything what Eirl said to my heart… And I mean that I really thought about it all for a quite long time. I still had my feelings at a rollercoaster and it seemed that they won’t come back any time soon but I had to try to help them. I wanted to be positive person - even though I’ve never been one and, in all honesty, I haven’t understood it completely.

Eirl haven’t known me very well. Admittedly, she haven’t known me at all and… I haven’t known her too. But she cared about me.

I didn’t want to disappoint her so I decided to try to get along with others.

First one was Hearel. I saw her when she was carving in the wood.

“Hi, can I somehow help you?”

I wasn’t sure if it was something good to ask but… I had no idea how to start conversation.

I Always Have.

*Not a request, just felt like it*

Have you ever wanted something so much, wanted someone so much, it scared you? I knew that it would be trouble, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I walked out of my trailer and headed straight for the trailer across the street. I stopped outside the door. There was laughter coming from inside. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Who is it?” 

“It’s Robbie I have a question” I said stepping back from the door. I heard her jump up. She swung open the door with a big smile.

“Robert!” She said jokingly walking down the two steps, almost falling. She embraced me with a hug. “What can I do for ya?”

“Well um, after we are done shooting today would you mind grabbing a drink or something?” I said hoping she’d agree.

“Well I would love to” she paused,” But” I felt my heart stop. “Aren’t we too young to drink?” She laughed. I took a big breath.

“Well I meant something of that nature,” I said laughing.

“Why don’t I come by later and we can watch a movie or play games or something?” She stepped back and moved her hand down my arm giving me chills.

“I am down for that.” I said smiling at her. She smiled back.

“Is that all you wanted to ask me?” She asked moving up on her tip toes.

No I thought to myself. “Yup. So later then. Um text me when you get to the apartment so I can buzz you in.”

“I will. See you later.” She backed away with a wide grin on her face. “Bye” She waved as she backed into her trailer.

“Bye” I waved back at her moving towards my own trailer.


“ROBBIE!” y/n said as she threw a piece of popcorn at me. 

“What! I was just saying that this movie would be a little better if the actress actually acted scared,” I said defending my case moving my hand onto her leg. She laughed and looked at me. 

“Alright mister oh-so-talented, I am going to get more popcorn do you want anything?” She said moving closer to me. 

“I..Uh,” I stuttered. She kept moving closer. I can’t believe this is happening. “No.” I finally spilled out. 

“Ok,” y/n smiled and stood up heading towards the kitchen. Dangit! I was so close! I should have taken the chance. I will not miss the next chance I have. “ROBBIE!” I heard from the kitchen. 

“YES LOVE,” I responded awaiting her answer.


I stood up and set my drink on the table, “COMING.” I walked into the kitchen and turned towards her. “What do you ne..,” I was interrupted by a strong force. Y/n pulled my shirt and pulled me to her. Our lips connected and it was like something that came out of a movie. I started to kiss her back when she pulled away. 

“I need,” She passed to breathe,” I need to know if you feel the same way.” She said smiling. I smiled back and pushed her up against the wall. 

“I always have.”

Alrighty this is my second imagine. Send me requests if you wish, no pressure, um yeah I am going to keep on workin and such.

When he came back, five months and thirteen days after he’d said goodbye, she did not weep when he stood in the doorframe. She did not thank him for showing up. She did not open her arms, did not open her heart. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, her limbs and her ribcage protecting her heart from exploding out of her body and spilling all her secrets. “No,” she breathed, “that’s not how it works.”
“You said you’d wait for me,” he reminded her sternly, edging closer, “you promised.”
“And you think you can come back after months of not calling, of not caring? You think my promises mean anything if you can’t keep your own?” His face went blank, like the sky robbed of the stars, and she realised he didn’t know. He had no clue. His promises were like scabbed wounds, they faded with time and healed over, new skin growing to cover the original cut, until you forgot you had bled in the first place. But there was one promise that went deeper, one promise that had not faded and one she had not forgotten. A cut that would never heal. “You promised-,” she whispered, her voice dangerously low in her throat, “you promised you’d always love me. You said we were forever. Then you left. I didn’t break my promise. I waited. But eventually I realised two things: I was waiting in vain and more importantly: I didn’t want you to come back.” She was smiling now, a smile that spoke of pain and revenge and shattered hearts. “And I want to promise you one thing: if you ever fall down, you’ll be sorry I won’t be there to pick up the pieces.”
—  Promises

Kayden felt stunned, she didn’t even need to sign the note, he recognized his ex-wife’s handwriting. Technically they were still married but he suspected she would not be coming back. “Are you my…” he starred at the little girl.
She looked up at him with big eyes and smiled suddenly. He felt his heart melt a little, he put the note in his pocket and picked her up off of the carpet and walked back into the apartment. “Hannah.” he murmured “Yeah you look like a Hannah.” he said swaying her slowly back and forth. “Hi little babygirl, hi.” he held her up to his face and kissed her forehead. “I think i’m your dad.” he whispered and she let out a little squeal and giggled.

I’m sitting on a train next to a little girl and her father. The dad got up from his seat while the girl was still sleeping. She woke up, but wasn’t worried as to where her father went. Meanwhile, I was terrified. She gave me a look and said, ‘Don’t worry, he will come back. He will never leave me.’ Soon enough, the father came back and kissed her on the forehead. She then whispered into my ear saying, 'When someone loves you with all there heart, they will always return to you. They will always find their way back, and they would never leave you forever.’ I realized from that day on that you never loved me…And I’ve been waiting for you, but you left me forever.


The lesson I learned from a little girl named Charlotte