“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”
“I can’t fall in love with you. I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”
“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”
“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”
“I regret it all. I really do, I swear. Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”
“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”
“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”
“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”
“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on. You never caught on. I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”
“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”
“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”
“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly. It was just like… Morphine.”
“You’re just not enough anymore.”
“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”
“Ah, it was all my fault. Wasn’t it?”
“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”
“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”
“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”
“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”
“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”
“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me. I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”
“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”
“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”
“I know I deserve better than you. I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”
“All of this was to protect myself.”
“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”
“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”
“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”
“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”
“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”
“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”
“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”
“I’ll let you down. I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”
“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”
“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”
“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”
“I can’t forget about him/her! It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”
“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying. He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”
“Listen… You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried. He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please. Give me what I deserve.”
“It would have been better if we never met.”
“You’re my regret.”
“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”
“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”
“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love. How pathetic.”
If Jack sees this, I just want to thank you for being absolutely sweet and so nice. You made me feel important and happy and you have helped me in so many ways without even knowing it. I’m so happy you were ok with my request to write my username on my arm. Since this was my first tattoo, I put a lot of thought into it. I wanted something that meant a lot. And this word means everything to me. “Endless” is the username of my original vine account where I met my best friends through the Jack fandom. That username was for an account that changed my life. The tattoo will also remind me of this time in my life. The time when I met up with two friends from Alabama and Michigan and met the person who meant the most to me. And having you handwrite it made it mean even more to me since you are the reason I’m the person I am today. You’ve taught me how to love myself even though I have problems with that. You’ve taught me how to let myself be happy. You saved me. So thank you. I hope I get to show you my tattoo in real life one day. But until then I just want you to know it meant the world to me and so do you.
Happy Birthday!!!! I’ve set an alarm for 8:30, and if you haven’t fire-called me by then I’m side alonging Rose over to scold you. Today took some serious planning, dear, and that boyfriend of yours will never forgive me if you show up late. Wear that green top- it brings out your eyes!
If you are late this afternoon I will fillet you alive.
(I love you. Wear the green top.)
Happy 37th, Mate!!! Do us all a favor and get your old arse out of bed before 2, would you? ‘Mione and Draco have been working together, and you know how they get going. She’s in a right fuss, that one. I had to talk her out of sending you a howler this morning, and that was only by… Distracting her, so to speak. As I’m human and understand human emotions, needs, etc., (unlike our crazy robotic lovers), I’ve sent over a coffee and some chocolate frogs to make the ungodly time a little more bearable.
P.S. Hermione told me to tell you to wear the green top? I don’t give a flying fuck what you wear as long as you and Malfoy manage to keep the clothes firmly on this time.
I had to hold mum down, she wanted to bring you breakfast in bed this morning. As much as she loves you, I’m not sure how she would have felt if she walked in on you having a lovely birthday shag with Malfoy against the coffee table. You’re welcome. See you tonight.
And, for Merlin’s sake, try to be on time.
In the green shirt, or Malfoy will send you straight back.
P.s. Luna sends her regards and also asked me to tell you that green wards off the hucklefins.
I had the strangest dream last night, Harry. I was being chased by a group of wrackspurts, all of them demanding I return their ‘treasure’. I was quite confused by their insistence that I had taken this ‘treasure’ (you know how I feel about stealing, it affects my aura), and I kept spraying lilac essence to ward them off, but to no avail. I asked Ginny if she thought it meant something, but she thinks I may have just had too much to drink last night. What do you think?
Oh yes dear, I almost forgot! Happy Birthday! I do hope you know to be on time, but I’ll try to distract him if you run late. I read last night about some very new potions research that could keep him talking for at least an hour.
Love you, dear.
The boy who continues to live,
I’d say congratulations, but you’ve been complimented so many times for merely staying alive that it feels tacky at this point. Draco’s got himself all in knots over tonight’s events, and as much fun as it’s been watching him all flustered, I know that if you manage to screw this up I’ll be the one supplying his alcohol, so I feel I must warn you; If you wish to continue to be the boy who lived, show up on time, and properly dressed, if you can manage. Although, come to think of it, “The boy who fucked up one too many goddamn times” has a ring to it.
You have always been a son to me, dear. I know it goes without saying, but if I learned anything from the war, it’s that telling people what they mean to you is a privilege, and something we should do as often as we can. So, and I don’t mean to be sappy love, I know you have big plans for tonight, but I simply have to tell you how proud I am of the man you have become.
Happy Birthday, dear.
(I’ve sent over some breakfast, though Ginny suggested maybe I shouldn’t have. Terribly sorry if I’ve interrupted anything. Draco’s favorites are in there too, just in case.)
Happy Birthday, you geezer. The Amazon is great, as promised, if a little hot for my taste. I’m sorry to be missing your evening tonight- there truly isn’t anything for it. They want me back at the University this Thursday, and I’ve got very little besides a sunburn to show for my time out here. Personally, I think they’ve been a little outrageous with the timing; researching Amazonian werewolf roots and ancient cures isn’t exactly a picnic, you know.
Enough complaining. How’ve you been? How’s Draco? Have you finally bucked up and popped the question? I assume not; someone would have owled, I’m sure. You really ought to do it soon, Harry. If you don’t, he will, and you know how terribly dramatic he is. Just think on it.
Send my love to Grandma, would you?
I miss her terribly.
Oh, and you can have some too, of course.
I know you aren’t awake yet. You are never awake before noon. Which is why, in approximately 28 minutes, if you don’t firecall mum (which you won’t) to tell her you’re getting ready, (which you aren’t), I’m coming over there myself to talk some sense into you.
You do realize how important today is?
I’ll see you in precisely 27 minutes.
Future Minister for Magic
Please be awake when Rose gets to your place, she’s in a scary mood this morning. Happy Birthday, and best of luck, because Mum isn’t much better by the looks of it.
Happy Birthday. I know you are prone to sleeping in, but Draco has been particularly high-strung about this evening and I would really encourage your punctuality this once. I will, unfortunately, be quite busy this evening, but I look forward to seeing you soon. Tea at the manor Wednesday, perhaps? Talk to Draco and get back to me. Oh, and you do look so ever lovely in green.
I hold six hospitalizations in my pocket like broken bones. pulling them out for stories later, screaming, ‘look how broken I am.’ screaming, ‘I am broken open and leaking, can’t you see can’t you see.’ screaming, 'I don’t want to be like this but I do, I do. this is all I have ever known, can’t you see can’t you see.’
another patient makes fun of me when she finds out how many times I’ve been here. calls me crazy. this isn’t her first time either but maybe she can see that this is all I’m ever going to be. drowning in this. willingly taking gulps of water in. screaming, 'don’t you dare pull me out.’ screaming, 'the water holds me better than air ever could.’ screaming, 'let me drown let me drown. can’t you see that the sea is ready to take me and I am willing to drown.’ screaming, 'even if I try to tread water, it always sucks me back under. it hurts less if I just let it, can’t you see can’t you see.’
you’ve been here before, everyone says. I’ve been here before, I reply. we all ignore the way I beg them to let me die in the nighttime. we all ignore the way I won’t remember it the next day. we all ignore the way I keep pretending to get better. we all ignore the way everyone keeps pretending that that’s something I can ever be.
Bathes were supposed to be relaxing, everyone always said that they would be soothing to your aching muscles and wash away your problems. The water was warm against your freezing skin, the bubbles up to your chin and jostling whenever you moved your legs. The air was faintly filled with the sounds of cars driving by on the streets down below, the tires splashing in the puddles of leftover rain. The room was dimly illuminated, your wet hand glistening on the edge of the tub when the candle on the sink flickered patches of light onto your arm, giving it life when it felt so dull. Everything smelled like oranges and vanilla, your skin, your hair, even the bubbles threatening to spill over the edge of the porcelain. It all seemed relaxing, in theory. It was supposed to feel nice and like a reward after a long day, but in reality it was making you want to rip your hair from your scalp.
Because in the silent solitude all you could think about was Chanyeol.
A/N: this is my
first descendants imagine, I hope you enjoy!!
No one dared enter the fish and chips shop after Uma
returned from her failed attempt at getting revenge on Mal. Only her and her crew went inside, hence causing
business to be at an all-time low. Not
that it was usually busy, but Uma needed the money to satisfy her mother, and
Harry’s petty theft was not enough to sustain them.
So when a girl in a torn up, bright red dress and white
leather jacket walked into the shop, it took everyone by surprise. All the pirates suspiciously eyed her as she
It wasn’t a mystery who this girl was: (Y/N) Heart, the
daughter of the Queen of Hearts, was notoriously different from her mother. While the Queen of Hearts was tempestuous,
loud, and violent, (Y/N) was a mysteriously quiet and patient girl.
“Well, well,” Harry was the first to approach her,
wearing his iconic smirk. He leaned against the wall and brushed a strand of
her hair out of her face with his hook. “What ‘cha doin’ here,
“Just getting some lunch, Hook,” she answered
simply as she grabbed his hook, moving it away from her face.
Harry chuckled to himself as he stepped out of her way,
mockingly bowing as she walked past him. She sat down at an empty table.
Uma stormed up to Harry and grabbed his collar to whisper in
“I don’t trust her,” she muttered.
“She’s just getting some food, Uma,” Harry quietly
countered her, keeping his eyes glued to (Y/N). "There’s nothing to be suspicious
“She used to be friendly with Mal,” Uma spat. "I don’t care if she’s just here for the
chips. Keep an eye on her.“ She slammed a tray with fish and chips on it
in Harry’s chest and pushed him towards (Y/N). He approached her table and carelessly tossed
the tray onto the table. When she looked
up at him, she watched as Harry turned around the chair across from her and sat
down in it.
"The waiters don’t usually keep the customers
company,” (Y/N) noted as she grabbed a chip.
Harry smirked. "Do
I look like a waiter to you, sweetheart?“
"You did bring me my food.”
They sat in silence as (Y/N) ate her fish and chips with
Harry occasionally stealing a chip.
When her meal was finished, (Y/N) nonchalantly tossed a
random amount of cash on the table and stood up. Harry immediately followed suit and shot up
from his seat.
“Thanks for the food,” she sarcastically thanked
with a tight smile, and she turned on her heel, exiting the shop. Harry turned and glanced at Uma, who signaled
for him to follow her. He groaned as he
went after her.
“You know, villains don’t normally use manners,”
he said once he caught up with her. He
attempted to wrap his arm around her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged
“I’m not a villain,” she responded. "My mother is.“
"But you’re her daughter,” Harry replied,
furrowing his brows. "Don’t you at
least think you’re evil?“
She shook her head. "I’m unpleasant, sure, but not evil. I’m not gonna try to fool myself like Mal did
and try to convince myself that I’m evil. I’ll do what I have to do to protect myself in
this place, but that’s it.“
"Then I guess you’re on that list to get more VK’s into
Auradon,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at the mere thought. To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed.
“Oh god no,” she scoffed. "Just because I’m not evil doesn’t mean
I’m gonna go to the land of preppy princes and princesses.“
Harry found himself genuinely laughing at that. Before he could utter a response, (Y/N)
stopped in her tracks.
"Well, this is my place,” she announced, gesturing
to the building covered in red paint. "Thanks
for walking me home. It was very
gentlemanly of you.“
She walked into her house before Harry could argue that he
was definitely not a gentleman. For a
moment, he almost forgot that the only reason that he walked her home was
because Uma wanted him to follow her.
The next morning, Harry found himself wandering in the
general vicinity of (Y/N)’s house, waiting to "accidentally” bump
into her. His opportunity presented
itself when (Y/N) stood by a fruit stand, examining the apples.
“What a coincidence,” Harry whispered into her ear
as he approached her from behind, “finding you here.”
“Didn’t think this was your area, Hook,” (Y/N)
quipped, not looking away from the fruit. She didn’t bother to tell him off as he
wrapped his arm around her waist.
“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”
“You certainly are,” she agreed with sarcasm
dripping from each word. She filled her
bag with apples, not paying attention to Harry, who had his chin resting on her
shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. She handed some cash to the lady behind the
cart and began to walk home, Harry’s arm still resting in the same place.
“Why do you always pay for things?” he questioned.
(Y/N) shrugged. "Because
people need it,“ she answered.
"That’s not a very evil-”
“Unpleasant,” she corrected.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right, unpleasant. That’s not a very unpleasant thing to do.“
"It’s not my life mission to be an unpleasant person,
Harry stopped before (Y/N), this time, upon recognizing her
house. She lightly smirked as he
unwrapped his arm from her waist.
“You know,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear,
“it’s not a very unpleasant thing for you to always walk me home,
too.” She quickly kissed Harry’s
cheek before dashing inside, leaving him standing outside as he fought the
blush creeping into his cheeks.
Harry continued to follow (Y/N), as Uma ordered, throughout
the rest of the week. Although, for him,
it felt less and less like following every day.
He was about to leave the fish and chip shop that day to begin
“following” (Y/N), but before he could exit, Uma stopped him.
“Where are you going?” she inquired.
“To follow (Y/N),” he answered as if it was
“You’ve been following her for a week,” Uma said,
“and you’ve found nothing suspicious. I think it’s safe to say she’s not a
“I said that to you when she came in, but you still
made me follow her,” Harry argued.
Uma rolled her eyes. "Whatever,
it’s not a concern anymore. Go train
instead, you’re gonna get out of shape if you keep spending all your time
following this girl.“
Harry longingly stared at the exit for a moment before
reluctantly nodding and heading towards the ship, grabbing a sword on his trek
He trained with Gil for a few hours before declaring that he
needed a break. When he turned around to
leave the ship, he spotted (Y/N) standing by the bridge. He smirked as he noticed her gaze scanning his
"What brings you here, princess?” he asked,
grabbing a towel.
She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him. "I-“ she stopped, choking on her own
"Yes?” Harry couldn’t help but allow the grin that
was exponentially growing on his face.
“I came here because you weren’t by my house
today,” she muttered, keeping her gaze focused on the ground.
“What was that?” he questioned as he inched closer
to her. He knew exactly what she said
the first time.
“You weren’t by my house today,” she repeated a
bit louder this time.
“But why did you come here?” Harry pressed,
continuously moving closer to (Y/N) until her back was pressed against a wall.
“I told you-”
“But that wasn’t really why,” he interrupted her. Her gaze was still focused on the floor, so he
grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Look at me, princess.“
"I like walking around with you, okay?” she
Harry smirked. "That’s
all I needed to hear, princess.“ He
began to lean in, still gripping her chin, and their lips were millimeters
apart when they were interrupted.
"Harry!” Uma yelled, storming towards the ship. Harry groaned as he moved away from (Y/N),
resting an arm above her head.
“Sorry, love,” he quietly apologized before
turning to Uma. "Yes, Uma?“
"What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Taking a break from training.”
“With her?” She angrily gestured towards (Y/N). "I told you that you don’t have to follow
"Follow me?” (Y/N) echoed, stepping back from
Harry. "What does she mean, follow
“You only walked with me because Uma ordered you to
keep an eye on me,” she didn’t allow Harry to explain. "You never wanted to spend any time with
"No, no, sweetheart,” Harry tried to cup her face,
but she tore it away. “I-”
“All that flirting,” she spat, backing away from
him. "God, I’m so stupid, I
actually thought that meant something.“
"It did, (Y/N)-” He grabbed her wrist in an
attempt to prevent her from leaving.
“Congratulations, Harry Hook,” she scoffed, and
Harry watched a single tear roll down her cheek. "You are truly evil.“ She ripped her wrist out of his grasp and ran
He stood frozen in his spot, watching her figure fade. When she was out of sight, he started to
scream incoherently, punching the wall that he pinned (Y/N) to minutes ago.
"Come on, Harry, you haven’t trained with me for days!”
Gil exclaimed after Harry rejected his offer to train for the seventh time. "Uma’s gonna be mad if you get too far
out of shape.“
"This is Uma’s fault,” Harry seethed. "If she hadn’t ordered me to follow (Y/N),
none of this would’ve happened.“
"Dude, get over her,” he waved the thought off. "Sure, she was hot, but she was kinda
lame. I mean, she paid for her food. Who does that?“
"Someone who’s not evil,” Harry muttered and
stormed out of the shop. He headed
towards the fruit stand that he knew (Y/N) went to, the stand he went to every day
since that incident at the ship, hoping that one day she’d be there. Once he arrived and scanned the area, he
learned that she, again, was not there.
“Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. He bided his time by perusing the selection
of fruits. By the time Harry felt like
he had examined every piece of fruit at the cart, he was starting to give up
hope. He was about to leave when a voice
caused him to perk up.
“Yeah, we ran out of apples this morning, so I’m just
running a quick errand and grabbing them,” (Y/N) was explaining to the lady
running the stand. Hook’s eyes widened
as he silently moved towards her.
(Y/N) reached into her pocket to pay for the apples, but
Harry, who stood directly behind her, beat her to it.
“Allow me, princess,” he said, handing some cash to the
lady. Both the lady and (Y/N) stared at
him with confused expressions, shocked that the notorious thief Harry Hook actually
paid for something. “Come on, love, I
want to talk,” Harry whispered in (Y/N)’s ear before dragging her off.
They wound up in a dark, quiet alleyway. When Harry finally stopped walking, (Y/N)
found a chance to rip her arm out of his grip.
She began to run away, but Harry caught her wrist.
“Just give me a minute to explain, please,” he begged
her. Taken aback by his usage of manner,
she silently obliged and stopped trying to escape. “I messed up.”
“Yeah you did.” It
was the first time she had actually spoken to him.
“I know, I know, and I’m a total idiot,” he agreed with her,
“and I’m sorry. When you walked in the
shop that first day, Uma was suspicious of you.
I told her that there was nothing going on, but she insisted that I follow
you. I didn’t want to, I swear, but I had
to. And every day that I spent with you,
it felt less and less like following and more and more like… like-”
“Like what?” (Y/N) questioned, subconsciously inching closer
“It felt like we were just spending time together, you
know? Actually enjoying it.”
“That still doesn’t justify you leading me on like that just
as an attempt to get information,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“Get information?” He
stared at her quizzically. “I didn’t
flirt with you to get information.”
“Then what was it? Am
I just a game to you? Harry Hook, the
infamous flirt on the Isle, just had
to have a crack at me to see if he could do it.
Well congrats, you did it. Now
you can move on and go pursue some other-”
Before she could finish her ramble, Harry frustratedly
grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers. He slowly moved forward, backing (Y/N) into
“What,” she tore away from Harry, breathing heavily, “was
“You never seem to let me speak, do you, princess?” Harry grinned before pressing his lips on (Y/N)’s
once again, this time allowing her to reciprocate faster. She knocked his hat off his head and tangled
her fingers in his hair.
“I’m still mad at you,” she reminded him after she pulled
away, fighting a smile.
I’mmm still real messed up over little Caligosto here…I do wonder what his younger self would think about his grown up self’s actions….and I wanted him to interact more with Raz, since Cali’s sanity seems to be the most intact in his childhood; you do find his moral compass there, after all. Also I just wanted to get that poor kid a hug in some way aaaa
I think it’s interesting (in the most bitter, horrible way possible) that with Mr. and Mrs. Loboto trying to get rid of a “monster”, they really just ended up creating one. :T World’s worst parents everyone!
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Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.
You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.
I love the little moments when the truth breaks out of your shell and shows me that you’re thinking about me too. I’m not someone who just slipped out of your thoughts in the span of a few seconds. You’re struggling to let me go too.
Lup and Barry talk to each other about nearly everything. What would be the point in secrets after being together for so long, in such close proximity to their family? There isn’t much that’s ever secret on the ship (with one glaring exception that they won’t know about for a while yet), what with how long the whole crew has been together and how well they know each other by now.
So Barry told Lup about his conversation with Taako. He’d never heard Taako talk like that and he wasn’t sure what else to do. But Lup should know about it, right? She should at least know.
Lup isn’t… surprised that her brother would cope with all of this by pulling away from people. She knows him too well, she knows it’s hard for him to open up to begin with. She’s worried, though, because there’s a difference between keeping people away and seeing them as already dead. He’s not a cold person, but there are times when he’s colder than he used to be.
She can’t lose Taako. She can’t lose any of them, but especially not her brother. She can’t stand by and watch Taako become someone unfamiliar and distant.
The last time they talk, after the advice, he tries to make her laugh. For a moment there are no relics destroying the world, no Hunger chasing them - it’s just Lup having a bad day and Taako trying to make it better. This is her brother; when people meet Taako, this is who she wants them to know.
And she has a plan to make things better for all of them before things get any worse. She’ll explain why she had to go on her own when she gets back; she’ll be back soon.
‘ the world is a little happier with you in it. ’ ‘ i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me. ’ ‘ i’m done apologizing for who i am. ’ ‘ i am stronger now and i will not say sorry. ’ ‘ let this moment be your starting point. let this moment be the one when it all began. ’ ‘ if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. ’ ‘ it’s never too late to rebuild yourself. ’ ‘ healing takes time, but it will come. ’ ‘ your warmth and kindness is more beautiful than you know. ’ ‘ your feelings are valid. ’ ‘ your opinons are valid. ’ ‘ your happiest moment is still yet to come. ’ ‘ turn off the light and close your eyes. it can wait until tomorrow. ’ ‘ self love is a daily commitment. ’ ‘ don’t let those thoughts that are telling you can’t keep you from trying at all. ’ ‘ not today. i won’t let it defeat me. ’ ‘ stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it. ’ ‘ breathe. ’ ‘ you don’t deserve that! demand better! ’ ‘ i hope you find what your soul really needs. ’ ‘ i hope you find the happiness you yearn for. ’ ‘ there is a point where you have to let go of the anger. ’ ‘ even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and i am so proud you did. ’ ‘ there’s something incredible about you and i can’t quite tell what it is. maybe that’s the magic in it. ’ ‘ i know you want more and your heart is driven like that, but don’t take on too much. ’ ‘ people aren’t always going to do and say what you want them to and that’s okay. ’ ‘ you are a living, breathing masterpiece. ’ ‘ some might not understand your beauty, but you are art nonetheless. ’ ‘ quiet down those thoughts. it’s not worth it tonight. ’ ‘ try to have gentle thoughts. ’ ‘ your intrusive thoughts are just thoughts and nothing more than that. ’ ‘ i love you… i always have. ’ ‘ i tell myself i don’t care, but i care too much. ’ ‘ maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency. ’ ‘ concept: we’re both in our softest pajamas, your arms around me and our legs are intertwined. you kiss the back of my neck and tell me you won’t ever let me go. ’ ‘ look close enough and you’ll find how much i adore you in every subconscious thing i do. ’ ‘ there are countless parts of you i’ve yet to meet, yet to memorize. nevertheless, i’ll keep wanting to get to know you even when i know everything. ’ ‘ you make me feel loved in my unlovable moments and beautiful even in my ugliest ones. ’ ‘ oh darling, how deeply you’ve become a part of me. i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone. ’ ‘ i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone. ’ ‘ thank you for never making me inadequate or dumb or inferior. ’ ‘ your constant love and respect has given me incredible strength and confidence. ’ ‘ thank you for seeing all the good in me. ’ ‘ every night i image you beside me. ’ ‘ it breaks my heart that you can’t fall asleep with me in the same room or the same city, but i always remember that even an imagined silhouette of you is better than nothing at all. ’ ‘ the spaces between your fingers are where mine fit perfectly. ’ ‘ by some miracle, the universe created you. of all the infinite combinations of atoms, somehow that infinity filtered down to form you. ’ ‘ what people think of you is not equivalent to who you are. ’ ‘ the moment i let myself believe i was going to be okay was the moment i finally was. ’ ‘ protecting your own happiness ins’t selfish. ’ ‘ you deserve every ounce of happiness. ’ ‘ a week, a month, a year without you is nothing compared to the lifetime we’ll spend together. ’ ‘ tomorrow is a new day. and a new day after that. it’s never too late to start over. ’ ‘ i finally realize that i no longer need your approval and i never really did. ’ ‘ maybe i will be okay in the end. ’ ‘ maybe i will find all that i’m searching for. ’ ‘ maybe i will figure out all that i am. ’ ‘ whatever. whatever. whatever. let is pass right by you. ’ ‘ you are not a failure. please believe that. ’ ‘ you are only presented with obstacles you are strong enough to conquer. ’ ‘ it’s been long enough. it’s time to forgive yourself. ’ ‘ your bad days don’t make your good days any less good. ’ ‘ even in your darkest times, the sun still rises. ’ ‘ your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even. ’ ‘ your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you. ’ ‘ ever since our storylines intertwined, i haven’t stopped smiling. you are the best plot twist. ’ ‘ your thoughts are something that deserve to be heard. ’ ‘ sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening. ’ ‘ your greatest love story is the one you have with yourself. ’ ‘ i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me. ’ ‘ your existence alone has altered the world. you are more important than you know. ’ ‘ thank you for letting me forget all the bad, even just for a second. ’ ‘ you were built for whatever is thrown your way. you are ready. ’ ‘ no matter what your mind is telling you, please know that you are enough. ’ ‘ what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away. ’ ‘ you are not a bad person for having bad thoughts. forgive yourself. ’ ‘ you are growing from this. ’ ‘ you will heal in time. ’ ‘ your strength and kindness is more beautiful than you know. ’ ‘ i’m just trying to be happy and stop thinking about what other people think. ’ ‘ i want to be someone who sees magic in ordinary things. ’ ‘ be extra. enjoy things and show it. stop apologizing for it. ’ ‘ why do you keep trying to impress people who don’t matter? ’ ‘ let go of the hate. let go of the anger. let go of the resentment. just let it go because it’s holding you back. ’ ‘ you’re really cute and you make me really happy. ’ ‘ show me your genuine care. ’ ‘ why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe. ’ ‘ people annoy me too easily. i need to cut that shit out. i’m not cool enough to be trying to pull that. ’ ‘ underestimate me and give me the ability to prove you wrong. ’ ‘ you don’t have to have everything figured out. ’ ‘ you’re not a bad person for being angry. ’ ‘ forever is an adventure with you. ’ ‘ you are not a failure. please believe that. ’ ‘ you’re my favorite reason to stay awake. ’