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ROMANIBRED >> WOLFSKIINED
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Destruction can be beautiful to some people. Don’t ask me why. It just is. And if they can’t find anything to destroy, they destroy themselves.
John Knowles (via wordsnquotes)
don’t let me go//let me go.
for the painful part .
“please… i’m scared.”
“i need you to say it —”
“please say you love me”
“don’t let go”
“don’t give up on me”
“don’t give up on us”
“please call me back”
“i never meant for this to happen”
“i didn’t — intend to say that”
“no! you got it all wrong”
“i—”
“please… please don’t leave me”
“you can’t — mean that…”
“why are you saying all this?!”
“what does that mean!?”
“why are you — telling me this now —”
“what… ? i don’t… understand?”
“was it – something i said…?”
“was it – something i did…?”
“please, talk to me.”
“please – tell me what’s wrong”
“please, please just — listen to me!”
“that’s not what i said!”
“what i meant was (…)”
“are you – leaving me…?”
“you – … no — not you too, no, please…”
“you’re all i have – please don’t do this…”
for the also painful part.
“i think it’s best if we stop here.”
“i had fun but – i just can’t do this anymore.”
“i don’t feel the same way you do.”
“it’s — it’s not you, it’s me and… i don’t love you.”
“it’s over, okay?”
“i have to end this now before it escalates into you being hurt.”
“this isn’t easy for me either, but we’re just — different.”
“we’re not at the same page right now, I can’t do this.”
“i can’t live like this anymore.”
“i can’t do this anymore.”
“it feels fake from my side. i can’t lie to you anymore.”
“i don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
“i said that… it’s over.”
“i need a break. we need a break…”
“we have to stop, please.”
“i can’t give you want you want. i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry i wasted your time.”
“i don’t love you, i never did —”
“we’re just not meant to be, okay?”
“this is not meant to be.”
“i need to leave.”
“you have to let me go.”
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@carelessxtroubled cont’d from here
Drystan took the books and smiled lightly at Eden as they started down the hall. He paused when she asked if he wanted to do something later. Usually she just brushed him off and left him to wonder what she was thinking or if she was thinking about him at all, but now she seemed to be warming up to him and it made him nervous and excited at the same time.
“You mean after school? Me and you?” he asked before shrugging and nodding as he smiled nervously, “Yeah I mean uh yeah I’d like that.”
Drystan was sleeping peacefully when he heard a loud sound coming from outside. He gave a start and looked around for Delaney but didn’t see her then he heard someone outside the trailer.
“We don’t want any!” he shouted tiresomely as he ran a hand over his face and sat up. “We’re broke and have a god so-” he waved the rest off as he stood and wandered to the door.
a new law is about to be passed in Saudi Arabia that will allow the government to execute people for coming out or being openly gay online.
ignoring the fact that this is literally something out of some kind of dystopian novel, in the interests of safety i’ve emptied out my face tag and may temporarily deactivate or password protect this blog.
please reblog this and get the word out, and if you pray, please pray for me and my fellow Saudi LGBTQ+/MOGAI family.
ALSO, for those who need it [x]. its a post on erasing all traces of yourself from the interwebs.
this is not something to read and keep to yourself. please spread this around. may Allah keep everyone safe.
What the hell
People, this stuff is serious and seriously wrong. I do hope that you are able to survive this send it to a safe space.
Here’s a news article about it.
Just adding that the link someone shared about deleting your online presence is dead. This may be a starting point, though I’ve only skimmed it: http://www.wikihow.com/Delete-Yourself-from-the-Internet
conciiousness:
“I’ll only take five minutes.” Just enough to warm up and get the grim scrubbed off. Riley stayed where he was, shrugging his jacket off. He glanced down the hallway, following her gaze. He didn’t want trouble, that was for sure. Just wanted to get out of the cold for a bit. “I owe ya. I could get ya some art supplies or something.” He was his own scumbag Robin Hood. Steal from the rich and keep it to stay alive.
“You’re not causin any trouble or anything I just don’t want him to wake up in a bad mood,” she explained as she slipped on a sweater and pair of jeans. She looked at Riley when he said he could get her art supplies or something and she smiled lightly. “Riley, you’re a friend and we don’t mind helpin you out. Drys and I lived on the street plenty of times, we know how it is showerin in truck stop bathrooms, stealin food from Quickie Marts, pickin pockets, we know the drill,” she sat on her bed and watched him as she pulled on her worn out tennis shoes. “You’re welcome here anytime, really, it’s no biggie,” she assured before standing and lightly kissing his cheek. “Make yourself at home, there’s chicken in the fridge just- try and be quiet if you leave my room okay?” With that Delaney crept up the hall and made her way around to the water heater, kicking it out with a rumble and a kick. She peeked in at Drystan who grumbled and rolled over before going back to sleep.
me flirting: I don’t want you to die
I don’t know how to apologize, so… Unfuck you. Or whatever.
Aomine Daiki, trying to apologize. (via theirstories)
Please reblog if you would not stop roleplaying with someone because of their mun's race.
This means that you would accept them if they were Black, Hispanic, or Arab too. I’ve honestly been blind to this issue up until now, and it makes me feel like such an asshole. Lets unite as a community and let everyone who has ever faced bigoted racists that there is nothing wrong with them, are there is no reason why they should have to lie about their ethnicity or race.
@theownerslove cont’d from here
“Yeah Del and I celebrate Christmas! It’s our birthday, the 24th and 25th, so we go all out. Big dinner, gifts, and I piss in the snow. Wrote my name once, you should try it! Don’t diss it til you do it, Wes,” Drystan grinned and laughed warmly. He scratched his head and jutted a thumb over his shoulder. “There’s about two feet of fresh unpissed on snow out there begging to be tagged, come on!”
steleangel:
“i think so though you do seem a lot wiser.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew the shit I pulled this year,” Drystan teased with a light smile to the red head. He arched a brow. “Does this mean I get a birthday kiss? Or do I gotta wait for Christmas? I can find mistletoe, Delaney practically covered our ceilings with the shit.”
“It’s another year over and I’m another year older, not a year wiser but hey doesn’t the birthday boy get a Christmas kiss?” Drystan asked with a crooked little smile while he shrugged his shoulders and waggled his brows.
“It’s my brother’s birthday and I really need a ham for dinner, but we’re broke as fuck,” she pulled at her hair and made a face. “Know any food drives where I can get some stuff for a nice dinner?”
kayaofindie:
Alec stood there, taking the woman in. She was somehow more beautiful than he remembered her to be. He nodded his head as she spoke. It was a lot to take in, but it was equally a lot for her to have to deal with on her own. Alec wasn’t good with words, nor was he particularly good with his feelings, and after seeing her in the hospital and realizing that he had some decisions to make, so he freaked out. ‘Yes. Please.’ He said softly, moving slowly into their home.
Delaney watched Alec for a moment or two, taking him all in. After the hospital, Alec had kind of disappeared and the twins figured he decided not to be a part of Mila’s life. They were broken up about it but they weren’t upset, they understood. Alec was a solitary man, he never even really dated Delaney they just sort of went through the motions of a couple without the titles. The brunette moved aside so Alec could step into the trailer and she shut the door behind her. Drystan looked up with Mila in his arms, lightly burping the newborn while he smiled warmly at Alec. He nodded to her and Delaney sat beside her brother and smiled at Alec. “I’m glad you came, I was hoping to take your picture with Mila. For our Christmas card.”
kayaofindie:
Alec nodded in agreement at the plan to take Mila down there, but before they could start moving a nurse appeared. Alec looked up at the woman, ‘I think she’s hungry.’ He said, a little like a lost deer. The woman nodded and took the baby from his arms. ‘Let’s get you down to mommy then.’ She smiled at the men before turning towards the hall. ‘Should we go with?’ Alec said softly, his eyes following the woman, but he didn’t move. He didn’t know if he could see Del just yet, there was so much he needed to figure out before he did. His gaze moved quickly towards Drystan as he spoke. Marriage. It had never been on Alec’s radar. He had his job to worry about, and had almost completely tailored his lifestyle to being alone. He sometimes wondered if he’d isolated himself because he felt that he didn’t deserve to be with someone else, but he didn’t spend much time dwelling on it. ‘I… I don’t know.’ Was all he replied. ‘I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.’ He raised a hand, running it through his hair in exasperation. He scoffed slightly at what his friend said next. ‘Well, we didn’t really plan this, now did we? And, trust me, that has nothing to do with how much I like your sister.’ He replied simply. ‘I know it’s not about the money. I know you two, remember?’ He turned his gaze back towards the hall. ‘Let’s go see your sister.’ He didn’t have answers now, but he came here to see Del and he wasn’t just going to run away like this.
Drystan chuckled at the awkwardness that was his friend Alec. He had never seen the other so out of sorts before and he bemused the werewolf. He thought it was kinda cute if he were honest. “Yeah we should follow,” Drystan chuckled as he waited for Alec to make the first move. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be called up one summer and told he was having a kid. Delaney wanted him to know but she waited until they were back in town to tell him; Drystan had wanted to tell him right away but Delaney was scared and thought Alec would want nothing to do with her or the baby. It wasn’t until she was in labor that she asked Drystan to call Alec and to tell him to get to the hospital. He was kinda curious to see if Alec would show but he did and now it was time for him to see Delaney. It would be a bit much, especially for Delaney who spent the past three hours in labor, but Drystan knew his sister and friend needed to see each other. Drystan clapped a hand on Alec’s shoulder and grinned, “Babies are rarely planned but always wanted, right?” he asked with a wink before leading Alec to Delaney’s room where the nurse had disappeared. Drystan looked at Alec and stopped outside the hospital room as the nurse woke Delaney. He gestured for Alec to go ahead of him, rapping his knuckles on the door as Delaney sat up in bed.
Delaney pushed her hair out of her face and took the fussing newborn from the nurse before hearing the knock and looking up curiously. “Alec,” she said in mild surprise. She smiled nervously and scooted over on the bed to make room for him to sit beside her and their baby. “You came.”