Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
new girl - random scenes [3/?]
five word prompts
an-exotic-writer:
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
brooklyn 99: [4/9] scenes • sabotage, 2x19
"I'm not shy, there's a whole lot I wanna say."
“I have never met anyone who does not have much to say.”
No species, no creature, has nothing to say, anymore than nothing to feel. She likes to listen, even if she does not always understand.
Terrible Choices
"I can't believe you just did that."
"You're going to do WHAT?!"
"Let me count the ways that this is a bad idea..."
"Please tell me you're joking."
"You are going to have a LOT of explaining to do over this one."
"You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time."
"So... I did something that might have been a terrible idea..."
"Do you think we could just forget last night?"
"I'm not sure what happened, but I have a feeling I know who was behind it."
"You know that little voice inside your head that tells you not to do the thing? Listen to it next time."
"You're not a teenager anymore. Stop acting like it."
"What's the worst that could happen from all this?"
"Do not talk to me again."
"It really wasn't THAT bad a decision, was it?"
"Yeah. Okay. I screwed up. Now what do I do about it?"
"Don't try to pin this all on me. WE did this. You were involved."
"You don't have that little voice that tells you when something's a bad idea, do you?"
[text] What happened? Everything's a blur.
"Please, please tell me what I did wrong."
"That was just a giant clusterfuck, wasn't it?"
custospericulo:
☆ @empathytouched ☆
{☆} It was a S H A K Y breath that escaped her lips, her legs crossed on her bed. Gamora kept her eyes shut, knowing the E M P A T H was sitting across from her, eyes wide and waiting to follow through on Gamora’s F A V O R. The Zen Whoberi was terrified. In that M O M E N T. She had been neglecting her feelings for as long as possible, and now that she found herself alone with M A N T I S–she didn’t know what to do.
Slowly, she opened her gaze and kept her expression stoic, though she knew her nerves were evident in her yellow eyes.
“Remember–you M U S T not tell anyone of what you read here. Not Drax, not Rocket–and certainly not Peter. If I find out that you told–I will K I L L you and make it look like an accident.”
Shakily, she held her hand out for Mantis to take.
“Tell me what my F E E L I N G S for Peter are–and what do they mean.”
Mantis is hesitant to touch Gamora after the incident on the ship-- while she deeply enjoys sharing and understanding the emotions of others, she is decidedly aware of how volatile the consequences of doing so without permission. Gamora had made her opinion abundantly clear. But if the other woman has deigned give her consent and is asking, Mantis feels it’s her duty to try and help her friend.
“ if you do not want this shared, I will not let it leave the room,”
the empath vows this seriously, though in truth she does not understand-- emotions are meant to be shared not hidden away. But Gamora is a friend and Mantis owes her this.
She reaches out delicately, but does not quite touch, not just yet,
“ You should know that I cannot tell you what your feelings mean to you. how you feel is simply.... how you feel-- I cannot read your mind or tell you why you feel the way you do.”
arkhevia:
@empathytouched started following you.
“Do those things on yer head do shit?” Kee asked, gesturing to her own forehead to indicate Mantis’ antennae. “They look like smell receptors, but damn if I know shit about anythin’, right?” She grinned, making it clear that it was meant to be read as a self-deprecating joke rather than anything sincere or challenging.
"Oh! Well-- I don’t think so. I have never tried to smell with them before.” She doesn’t exactly have the urge to do so now, but perhaps it would help Mantis learn about herself to try. “I believe they are part of my empathetic abilities.” She smiles brightly, “I understand they glow when I am using my talents.” If she minds the bluntness or the joke it doesn’t show-- Mantis knows as well as any that the outside indicates nothing about a person, least of all how they feel about you.
She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.
J.K. Rowling (via goodreadss)
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“The world is full of nice people. If you can’t find one then be one.”
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