you two broke my heart

Just a piece of my conversations…
I love Bianca…

astridthevalkyrie  asked:

I don't think you've done this, so one favorite quote from each of the riders? Thanks :)

Sure! I love quotes! :D It’s hard for me to pick a number one favorite quote for everyone, but here are some that I enjoy!

Hiccup #1: We are the voice of peace and, bit by bit, we will change this world. (How to Train Your Dragon 2)
Hiccup #2: Gobber, take off your pants! (Legend of the Boneknapper Dragon)
Astrid: I’m going to take your helmet and shove it up your dirty little- (Cast Out)
Snotlout #1: Slarburg! Slarburg! Nork nork nork! (A View to a Skrill)
Snotlout #2: You broke my heart, Thor. You broke it right in two. (Big Man on Berk)
Snotlout #3: Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about? (How to Train Your Dragon)
Ruffnut: No. You wish I was your sister. You think I’d be dragging your monkey butt all over the jungle risking your life if my brother weren’t the most important thing in the world to me? (Bad Moon Rising)
Tuffnut: That’s my sister out there, Astrid. And if this goes wrong and we don’t save her… I couldn’t live with myself. (Edge of Disaster)
Fishlegs: Speed eight, armor sixteen. Plus eleven stealth times two. Firepower fifteen. Attack eight, venom twelve. Jaw strength eight.
Dagur: That stuff can kill you from the inside, Hiccup. Revenge, anger, obsession… trust me, I know. It can make you do things you never thought you were capable of, cause you to take chances, make mistakes.  if that doesn’t end you, it’ll eat away at you slowly. (Enemy of My Enemy)

I also highly enjoy the insults Hiccup and Snotlout share in Thawfest, the things Snotlout says when he’s arguing with Hiccup in Defiant One, and some of the ridiculous things that come out of Tuffnut’s mouth throughout RTTE.

12 Zodiac Signs As Shout Out To My Ex Lyrics (Little Mix)

1. Leo - Shout out to my ex, you’re really quite the man You made my heart break and that made me who I am

2. Cancer - Forget that boy, I’m over it

3. Gemini - Oh, I deleted all your pics Then blocked your number from my phone

4. Capricorn - ‘Cause now I’m living so legit (so legit) Even though you broke my heart in two, baby

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I sat right next to Death one day
And looked him in the eye
I begged him not to take your life
Although I knew he’d try

He laughed at my request and asked
Why I would fight for you
Because, said he, you once left me
And broke my heart in two

And I am not a poet, dear
I don’t have words to say
I never hoped you’d love me back
I only hoped you’d stay

And we are not a formula
Our pattern can’t be named
My heart is set aflame for you
And chaos can’t be tamed

So I grabbed Death by his own throat
And told him my dark truth
I do not fight to win your love
I only fight for you

— 

One Scientist Who Loves Another

(By @agent-85, for @omgfitzsimmons)

My art teacher used to say

“don’t add the black paint
until you’re ready for a finished product”

and I never listened.

So I painted with my black paint
a little too soon,
a little too much,
a little too dark,
a little too passionate,
a little too addicted
to the night,
I always enjoyed the starry sky.

My art teacher used to say

“kiet, i know that you love her,
i see it, you two are my
favorite couple”

and I never listened.

So I broke her heart at night
as she gripped her chest
while I did,
as she hid her heart
while I bit,
as she held her tongue
while I kissed,
as she ran from me,
while I chased.
I always enjoyed the lustful parts,
but I miss the gentle parts more.

My art teacher used to say

“black is dominance,
black is overwhelming,
and black is torture,
but black must be controlled”

but I never listened.

Because it never made much sense, I didn’t make much sense of anything except for her. I tried to make sense out of a human being, my human being. A lover, my lover, and you know what the truth is all about?

People don’t make sense.
Love has no sense of direction.
People are chaotic.
Love is chaos.
People are nature’s kiss.
Love, the lips.
People are timeless.
Love is timed.

She was natural.
I was the fucking disaster.

There is a quote out there that goes,
and you’ll know why people are named after storms, why hurricanes are named after girls and you know what?

She wasn’t any of those things,
I was.

I was the earthquake that
shook her buildings down
and they crashed into her heart;
that explains the cracks.

I was the wildfire that
burnt through her magical forest
and the rabbit lost more time;
that explains Alice in wonderland.

I was the calm eye of the storm that
had one sweet angle and 20 more
reasons to fuck her over;
my insides said I love you,
but my outsides said I hate you
that explains the obsession,
this hopeless romantic poetry bullshit.

I was a flood,
and her eyes the land,
her eyes the gates,
her eyes the drowned city.

I was the big bang,
and her soul the many universes
within universes, the many stars
followed by comet showers,
the wishing stars that never came true,
the first time the moon met the sun,
love at first sight, forever separated,
the moon crashing into the sun,
night and day never being one
until dawn came and twilight clouds
rained her name and my name
was shot across the eons of lightyears
and no one hears me scream in space
except for her and she does care,
but these type of blackholes
suck up everything!

They destroy everything,
a still painting dripping with black paint and I wanted to love her
and all of this time I thought
that she was the black paint,
but it was me, who was the paint.

And I took all of her light,
a black hole in space
kissing the suns of my theory
one last time,
into the darkness they went
and back to the darkness
that they came from.

And my art teacher used to say

“don’t add the black paint
until you’re ready for a finished product”

I finally listened.

So I let go of her a few days ago.
I told myself that I needed to stop.
Stop talking to her like she was
the sunset we all adored
and how her eyes meant the world,
and if it meant that she’d wink
butterflies into the pit of my stomach,
I’d die as a self-imploding star.
So I stopped myself from being
more black paint, I crossed out
her face with my own fingers
and kissed her one last time.

My art teacher used to say

“because this black paint is undoing,
you cannot paint over it with white,
the black is so dense, it’s raw,
it’s real it stops all hints of color
under it over and over it.
because this is art and art is life,
art is poetry and art is love,
because art is everything
and anything”

So I became the nights she had to sleep alone, so I became the nights I cried to sleep, so I became free from her love and I finally understood my art teacher, I finally understood my ex.

“black paint is the purest color
and lightest of color if used correctly
with the right amount of care and tender.”

add a little black with white
and you’ll have grey.
add a little black with red
and you’ll have my bleeding heart.
add a little black with blue
and you’ll have her bruised lips.
add a little black with yellow
and you’ll have her eye colors.
add a little black to my soul,
and you’ll have lust.
add a little black to my heart,
and you’ll have her.

And I could swear I heard my art teacher say

“you’ll let go of her one day
when you’re ready,
you’ll add red over all
of your paintings
because they’ll remind
you of her lips, it’ll be your
favorite color, you’ll add blue
over your roses because
red has too much passion,
it’s on fire and sometimes
we have to appreciate
the beauty of weirdness,
poetry and art is weird,
the best kind,
you’ll add pale yellow for
her skin tone and you’ll add
dark, dark brown near
lonely tree trunks
because it’ll remind you
of her eyes that cried
every night because
you didn’t know how
to love, young kids
finding slipped pants
and unhooked bras
more satisfying than
adding black paint
to solidify a relationship
that could’ve been,
and you’ll add your last drop,
the finishing touch,
you’ll be the black paint,
and she’ll be the finished product.”

and I finally listened.

I finally listened to my art teacher.

So I let you go, baby.

The world is your canvas
and I was the black paint.

His lips your new black paint,
and you, his unfinished product.

—  My art teacher used to say
don’t add the black paint
until you’re ready
for it to be over,
she was right.
// k.c.
10

MALEC APPRECIATION FORTNIGHT: DAY 6

most heartbreaking moment

Two days after you broke my heart I stared into a blank wall long enough for my eyes to feel like bleeding glass and acid. I had just came close to realizing that everything you made me once feel was gone and could never be replaced. I wish words could describe how brutally destroyed it felt like. It was so painful that everything was so blurry except the vivid memory of you leaving me chewing on itself in the back of my shattered mind.

Three days after you broke my heart nothing had a taste other than your lips and nothing smelled like anything except your skin in the early morning. You were everywhere, even my lungs were soaked in pain and you. I had promised myself to never ever love again. That was the only promise I could make, as my mind was still blurred from the amount of pills that dissolved inside my body.

Four days after you broke my heart my mother quit her job because she heard my cries into the phone promising that I will kill myself once I had the ability to walk down the stairs and grab a knife. She sat next to my cold body and tried to brush the thought of you out of my hair. She even whispered a few words that weren’t loud enough for me to make out but audible enough to calm my stomachache.

Five days after you broke my heart I was able to walk down the stairs, not to grab a knife but to breath some air. I needed air that didn’t smell like you. I needed to go out and find a reason why I’m still alive. I didn’t find anything but I picked a very beautiful sunflower. Mum thought I’d actually started to get better, but little did she know that sunflowers smelled like you.

Six days after you broke my heart I had picked a bunch of sunflowers to hang around my room. I had dreams about you kissing me while I climb onto your lap. I woke up at 2 am because I had to vomit the poisonous thoughts of you blocking my blood circulation. I actually sat down and, too exhausted to move my legs, I began to mercilessly tear my skin open with my own nails until they twisted and broke.

On the seventh day I switched to a blade instead of my nails, and all my walls crumbled down. I could feel my heart race as the red blood rushed its way out of my veins, it felt so freeing to see it all leave my body and feel the pounding of my heart against my rib cage lessening, weakening.

And today it’s been 1364 since you broke my heart, and I’m pretty sure you never thought I survived it. But I did. I grew older, my hair is a lot shorter, I stopped dancing and I have a few tattoos on my body. I’m nothing like what you used to love, the only thing that’s still the same is the heart you broke.
I encountered quite a few old friends who asked me about you. I won’t lie, it did feel like fire, but I just smiled and thought about what we could have been for a second, and then told them that “it just didn’t work out”.
And right now as I sit across from my mother I realized how much she loved her job, but loved me enough to quit it and take care if my broken heart.

—  day number 1364 - e,bj (via poeticallyh)
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Simon (Miniminter) #3

Requested: Yes
Warnings: A bit of swearing
Pairing: Y/N, Simon, JJ (platonic)

Y/N

Today has been one of the longest days of my life. You see I work as a waitress at Nandos. It’s the only thing that can keep my mind off my breakup that happened two months ago.

You see Simon literally broke my heart without so much as a good reason. So I’ve been trying to keep myself busy and not thinking about him in anyway. I have even cut off all contact from any of his friends as well, because I know that if I talk to them I will end up seeing him and then just breaking down.

As of right now, I am about a hour and a half away from clocking out and going home. I just have one last table to serve. I grab my pen and my notebook before heading out to the floor.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see who is sitting at the table. JJ and a few of his friends. Which is just fucking great. I take a deep breath in before walking over to the table.

“Hi, welcome to Nandos. My name is Y/N. What can I get you guys drink?” I ask trying not to make eye contact with JJ.

As the my all order their drinks I quickly write them down before almost running back into the kitchen. I have tried so hard to avoid any of them and then he just shows up.

Once I have all of the drinks I take a deep breath in before walking out and giving out there drinks before taking their orders.

After I have put in their orders I ask one of my coworkers to take over my tables for me for a minute so I can go and calm down. I quickly walk outside of the restaurant, and lean up against the wall.

Seeing any of them just automatically brings that same pain back into my chest, like it was when he broke my heart.

After a few minutes I feel someone touch my arm. I quickly open my eyes to see JJ standing there.

“JJ, please leave my alone.” I say turning and starting to walk off.

This makes him grab ahold of my arm and pull me into him “Y/N, just listen to me for 5 minutes.” He says looking my directly in my eyes.

I sigh “Fine. You’ve got 5 minutes.” I say crossing my arms.

“Simon, he misses you. He regrets what he did to you.” He says softly “He told me that he wishes he could take it back. That you were the best thing in his life and now you are gone.”

“He’s the one that broke up with me. He’s the one that got annoyed that I was always around him.” I say a little bit annoyed “If I was the best thing in his life then he should have never broken up with me. Then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Y/N, I’m not saying that you have to give him a second chance. But just hear him out please. He’s been trying to get a hold of you in every way he knows how.”

“I know he has. I’ve been ignoring his calls and his messages.” I say softly “It’s going to take a lot more than just talking to win me back. Now if you will excuse me. I have to get back to work.” I say walking past JJ and going back inside to finish up my day.


~Three hours later~

I’m currently sitting at my apartment in my pajamas with no makeup on, just reading a book. When I hear a knock at my door. Who in their right mind would come knocking at my door at almost eleven at night.

I put my book down before heading to my front door. I look through the little peep hole to see who it is. I honestly can’t fucking believe who it is.

On the other side of my door, stands my ex-boyfriend Simon Minter. Holding a bouquet of daisies, a teddy bear and what looks to be a small box.

I open up the door slowly. Once it’s open I cross my arms and ask “What in the hell are you doing here?”

“Y/N, please can we just talk?” Simon asks me softly.

I sigh and open my door more for him to walk in. I then walk towards my couch where I’m hoping that he will follow me.

We both sit down on the couch. He takes in a deep breath before opening his mouth.


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So I left this with a cliffhanger on purpose. I didn’t want this imagine to be extremely long. So I’ve divided it into two parts. I am starting Part Two as soon as I get back home from vacation.

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10 Reasons To Stan Kim Namjoon

Finally an appreciation post for our ultra talented leader.

Requested by blankworddocument

1. Because he is our God Rap.

Originally posted by sayjjanhae

2. His English, which is 200% on point.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

3. That awkward robotic dances ARMY lives for.

4. How frickin’ sexy his brains are, IQ 148 wha?

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

5. That dimple smile that can end wars who do you think you are omg

Originally posted by yoonkooks

6. Because of that time he tried to twerk on AHL, and things were ‘hanging’.

Originally posted by bangts

7. Headband Namjoon. ‘Nuff said.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

8. Because he’s relatable af.

Originally posted by bwiyomi

9. God of Destruction, poor baby is trying his best give him a break *get it?*

10. 182 cm of perfection I’d climb like a pole.

Originally posted by taestylips



Bonus : Because ARMY was never the same again after this moment.

I remember reading that one time in a fan meet he said, ‘You practiced on me, now you can do it when you meet your real bias’ and it broke my heart in two. Why is our leader so underrated? He is crazy talented and smart, and for everyone who thinks he isn’t good enough, you’re wrong. Kim Namjoon is worth it, people.