you can't walk away

Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.

∆Y o u c a n ’ t∆

Vitamin D
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Ron:</b> What's wrong, mate? You're really out of it today. We're losing to the Slytherins by 180 points!<p/><b>Draco:</b> *zooms toward ron and harry on his broom* What's the matter, Potter? In dire need of Vitamin Me?<p/><b>Ron:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> What?<p/><b>Ron:</b> Don't you mean Vitamin D?<p/><b>Draco:</b> That also can be easily arranged *winks*<p/><b>Harry:</b> *blushes profusely*<p/><b>Ron:</b> *throws broom in the air* *rips hair off his head* *double back flips away from everything*<p/><b>Hermione:</b> You can't blame him. You walked straight into that one.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
I promised myself I would never fall in love with you.
But it was 4am, and we were laughing way to hard,
And I felt happy for the first time in a long time,
And I knew I was screwed.

we stan him…

and him too…

although they are the same person 😂😂


…Pulling this struggling little boy
So he’d stay just a minute more
With you.
—Vickie Johnstone, “Mother,” Travelling Light - Poetry


He watches her walk away, her step jaunty, her hair bouncing with every stride. His mind teems with all the words his mouth cannot utter.

“Mama, I had a daughter. Yes, you have a granddaughter. Her name is Iris. And when she smiles…Oh, when she smiles, sometimes I see you in the way her nose wrinkles.”

He wants to curl into a ball in her lap, the way he did when he was a boy. A ball so small that the world won’t see him. Rittenhouse won’t see him. 

Does she still smell faintly of cloves, the way he remembers? Her hands—he wants to hold them in his—hold them in blazing sunlight, to check whether they are still stained with ink and pencil as they used to be.

He wants. He wants…

But these are whimsical thoughts, and in Garcia Flynn’s world now, there is no room for whimsy. It’s a cold world. A dark world. A world he cannot share with anyone, least of all his mother.

“Mama, come back,” he cries. “Mama, they took her from me. Took them. Help me, Mama. Help me.”

The Earp Curse Strikes Again: Case of the Disappearing Donuts
  • Nicole: "Hey Wynonna, I just ordered three boxes of donuts for a police meeting. Have you seen them?"
  • Wynonna: "I have no idea where they are at all."
  • Nicole: "...You have powdered sugar on your nose."
  • Wynonna: "Hey, it's a condition of the Earp Curse; my nose just looks like that occasionally."
  • Nicole: "And also what's that lump under your coat?"
  • Wynonna: "The baby, remember?"
  • Nicole: "You delivered that baby 2 weeks ago."
  • Wynonna: "Hey if you can't explain it, blame the Earp Curse!"
  • Wynonna: *Walks away, donuts fall out of her coat*
  • Wynonna: "Seriously, Earp Curse? Now you're going to try to frame me?"
  • Nicole: *Warningly* "...Wynonna..."
  • Wynonna: *Sprints away from police station screaming "WAVERLY SAVE ME FROM YOUR ANGRY GIRLFRIEND!"*

It is so weird how hating yourself becomes your comfort zone and it’s like telling yourself you suck, you’re trash, you don’t deserve happiness, etc. is so normal and like just another day in your mind but trying to tell yourself “I love you” or “you are smart and capable” is SO fucking foreign it’s almost painful saying it/thinking it. I feel like I can feel my self hatred drowning out the self love and taking it and strangling it. It is when you actually want to compliment yourself and then you feel that sinking feeling like your enemy just entered the room and is going to make your life a living hell except it isn’t another person, it’s yourself.

  • Eileen: Let the lawyers take care of it.
  • Erza: Lawyers?! We don't have a lawyer!
  • Eileen: Well, you better get one. (walks away)
  • Gray: She can't get away with this! I've had it! I'm going to toss her out on her cage!
  • Erza: Gray, we can't do that. She's my mother... (heavy sigh) my twister, horrible monster of a mother.
  • Natsu: Why don't we just kill the old hag?
  • Erza: Oh stop it right now!
  • Erza: (whispering) and nobody tells any of the guild about any of this...
  • Gray: (nods and whispers) you mean about killing her?
  • Erza: (trying not to yell) No, Gray, about her suing us...!