If a woman’s legs/shoulders are enough to distract a man, how can we trust them to stay focused on things like open heart surgery or judging a murder trial?
DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go
I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you
Let it never be said I won’t do what it takes. Minor Spoilers for Valhalla and TFIOS:
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother and father got executed by mobsters. When your parents get executed by mobsters you get depressed, so the cops made me go to a support group, called the “Army.” The Army, of course, was depressing as hell. We met every day at dawn and exercised in a tent the shape of an artichoke, and we sat in a circle right where the artichoke’s heart would be. I noticed this because Sgt. Cameron, the drill sergeant and only person over eighteen in the room, talked about how he loved artichokes every freaking meeting. So here’s how it went: We all trained together and became warriors together and everyone got fed up with me doing so well they decided to haze me. They tried but I kicked all their asses. Sgt. Cameron said I “Literally” kicked their asses and one boy said how it was funny because he meant figuratively, not literally at all. He said I looked just like Charlize Theron. In ‘Monster.’ So I literally kicked his ass too and ended up in the brig. When I got out I met this guy with a robotic knife insect that lived in his chest. “It’s a metaphor,” he explained, you keep the killing thing inside you and spring it when you want to cut people in half.
And that’s where the Amazon preview of TFIOS ended. My Amazon preview is longer if you want to see the real thing.
i get so offended when i call my girlfriend and she don’t answer like how dare u i am your boyfriend i could be dead
Well you know me now and I’ll always be here for you no matter what! The past can hurt, but it’s not the past anymore it’s now and if you still hurt then talk to me and I can help you unhurt!
What were we? We were refracting magnets turned away from each other’s positive ends. We were muted noise and a peace war and we loved each other so hard that earthquakes sprang from the tectonic plates that rattled the Earth’s core. We were sick off each other’s love and one pair of mismatching socks because you and I both know that being completely the same is a recipe for disaster We were the sun and the moon. We were the cold and the heat. We were an original copy of teenage love What are we now? We are copycats of broken hearts. We are the aftershock of empty ribcages. The aftermath of negative ends trying to collide. We are not one pair, we are two human souls and I’m trying to figure out why the sun and the moon don’t mix. Last time I checked we needed both to show a cycle of something new. A new day, a new beginning, so why can’t we be new? Let’s create new cracks in the earth that new islands are formed, let’s be the end of the war, the recovery, let’s be the original copy starting over, let’s try again, let’s be us Let’s be one again and not two
be mine again, Let me fill the empty parts of you with the sound of my voice. Let me remind you what it feels like to be loved. You are a comet and I want to feel you impact onto my bones. I want to shake and rattle just from the memory of you. You’re so much more than a rock floating within anti gravity. You are a meteor and I want you to crash land into every bit of me once more
“”He should’ve succeeded”
“You’d be better off if he was dead, he deserves it”
Tell me, do you know how it feels to have every stitch in your spine collapse under the the weight of your own depression?
Do you? His bones felt heavy under his own skin. There were dark circles radiating death under his eyes. I’ve never looked inside someone’s soul, but when I looked through those oracles resting above the radiating death I saw something tragic. There was a dark force lying where his heart should’ve been. His bones were dead trees and his muscles were forest fires. His insides were rotting from the ash. I’ve never seen something so heart-wrenchingly tragic, but that’s what I saw when I looked through his eyes and into his soul. Tell me, do you know what it’s like to watch someone reject happiness because they don’t know how to accept it? I do, watching someone you love getting annihilated by afar and already knowing the outcome before it happened is a mistake I made. The worse thing is, I didn’t think to ask to fix it, I thought I wasn’t in the book anymore, but there I was, watching the protagonist commit suicide before it even happened. I saw it happen long before he took those pills and I didn’t think to try and stop it. You have no clue what it’s like to live like a monster in your own body. You have no clue what it’s like to feel like prisoner getting beat up by the one thing that’s supposed to keep you alive. Don’t tell me he deserved it. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t help him. Don’t tell me he is the antagonist in his own story he already feels that way So the next time you say “Stop helping him, he doesn’t deserve it, he deserves to die.” I’ll tell you
You were a supernova and when you exploded I died a little inside, but I’ll keep the remainders of your stardust in my heart because it’s the only way I can keep you alive
Don’t do that. We need you, no *I* need you. You’re on this earth for a very beautiful reason, it’s not your time to go! Things must be tough and I feel your pain, I do, but if you’re contemplating suicide, please don’t do it! I’ll miss you, lots, and it’ll make me really sad knowing that I’ll have one less friend in the world! You’re my friend and I can’t lose you! You have a beautiful soul and one less beautiful soul makes the world less beautiful! So I need you here to stay, for me, please? Pretty please? You mean the world to me and I need you around, death isn’t the answer, I know it feels like it’s the only way, but it isn’t! I know you want to die, but please don’t because you have me and we’re buddies and I need you to stay, promise! So stay for me, pretty please?
Stay strong and talk to me, we can get through this together, I promise❤️
So, first things first, if you decide to break up with her this is the one thing you need to remember… WHATEVER SHE DOES AFTER THE BREAK UP IS NOT YOUR FAULT. WHATEVER SHE DOES AFTER THE BREAK UP IS NOT YOUR FAULT. WHATEVER SHE DOES AFTER THE BREAK UP IS NOT YOUR FAULT. WHATEVER SHE DOES AFTER THE BREAK UP IS NOT YOUR FAULT. and WHATEVER SHE DOES AFTER THE BREAK UP IS NOT YOUR FAULT. Secondly, have you discussed this with her? Tell her you want to video chat and see her. You need to reassure her that it’s taking a toll on you and that you’re trying to do what’s best for the both of you. Tell her that it is not her fault and tell her that it is not worth taking her life over. Another piece of advice, if you break up with her, do not and I mean DO NOT drop her and pretend she does not exist because that will absolutely DESTROY her. If you are worried about her mental health about you two that might take her over the edge. Tell her that you do not want her to take her life and that you care about her. That’s the most important. I hope this helped and please tell me how it goes. I’ll be wishing nothing, but the best.
I’m not one to hold hands, but baby when you told me you wanted to die, I held your hand so tight that the bones in my wrist molded into one and the muscles in my arms seized so I’d never let go.
I’m not one to know pain, but the night you whispered “sorry” for every pill you took, I saw a darkness in your eyes that you didn’t want there. I felt the walls of my skull caving in because I watched you drown yourself in sorrows you couldn’t suppress anymore.
I’m not one to know hurt, but every time you looked up at me with those bloodshot brown eyes I knew there was an earthquake annihilating the best parts of you.
I’m not one to feel depressed, but when the aftershock rattled your brain and that gun looked like the answer, for the first time I hated natural disasters. I used to think that nature taking the world back was beautiful, but she took you back and that was anything, but beautiful.
I’m not one to wear black, but when they held your funeral, it felt right to wear the color of the gun powder that was left around the ring of your lips.
I’m not one to cry, but baby, when I was cleaning out your room I found a letter addressed to me, I opened it.
I didn’t expect you to apologize for the pain you were feeling, I didn’t expect you to write about the empty pill bottles …I didn’t expect you to write about how you loved me
and baby, I’m sorry I never got the chance to tell you, I love you too
Maybe I could’ve saved you
I never believed that shooting stars were evil, but when we laid on the grass and you wished for death that one night, I died. I comforted you until you fell asleep with your head in my lap. I whispered “Oh baby, it’ll be okay, I love you” and you shook your weary little head and sobbed stifled wheezes of “okay, I love you” between your teeth, I hoped that kissing you between those cries were enough, but it wasn’t because when I woke up that morning, you were deceased & I never thought shooting stars were evil until they took you away from me