you-make-me-beautiful

I want to write,” she said,
“So badly. But oh god I am so tired, I am exhausted of trying to put the way you left me into beautiful poetic words. There are only so many blue oceans I can compare your eyes to before I have to stop and admit that regardless of being the prettiest shade of blue I had ever seen, they watched me as I fell apart and they didn’t shed one ounce of remorse. I am so tired of trying to make the way you left me sound like a heartbreak that was beautiful, because it wasn’t. Heartbreaks aren’t pretty, they make you feel like you’ve lost your ability to breathe and there is absolutely nothing poetically beautiful about constantly feeling like you’re drowning.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

AHHHHHH~~~!!!! ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

@caseykeefe!! Casey!! You make me cry so hard! Ugh you beautiful person! I’m so glad I met you as well, you are super cute and adorable, and you’re so positive and upbeat, you make me happy just being around you. ^^ Thank you so much for your kind words and for supporting my art. You inspire me to be a better person, cause you are lovely and please don’t ever change.  ^^

yoursmilemakesmeloveyou  asked:

WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL??? You can almost make me think of forgetting my huge crush on your brother and start crushing on you Sammy😍😍😍😍😍😍

Beautiful? I um, well, thank you. Should I tell Dean you have a thing for him? And… and me? I guess maybe that could get weird. But if you want, you can come meet us sometime, get to know us, maybe choose one of us.

- S.W.

Ask Sam Winchester a question!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

This one is in the queue for next Tuesday with other Gigantuar pics but I wanted to post it by itself because.. well… it’s perfect.