"E poi lo sai, che quando ti batte il cuore quando lo vedi e ti manca il respiro quando vedi che si avvicina a te. Lo sai che ormai il danno è fatto"
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"E poi lo sai, che quando ti batte il cuore quando lo vedi e ti manca il respiro quando vedi che si avvicina a te. Lo sai che ormai il danno è fatto"
-lontanachilometri
If I sought destruction, would you guide me? Hold my hand as I step forth, into the flames, to be cleansed, lost to everything except your touch and the euphoric warmth. Can we revel in the fire and each other, and let go for a while. Find a reprieve in the embers of lust and ecstasy that kept the cold at bay, at least for a time? Would you help me make my bed beneath the ashes of everything I once loved, and share in my sorrow with me atop the last warm coals of the blaze that kept each of our personal shadows barred from our battered souls? All I want, as the warm glow lulls me to sleep, is to taste the sweet smoke on your lips as you whisper my favorite lie. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. I'll save you from the darkness. Once upon a time our pyre towered above the world and we rejoiced in the warmth. We didn't despair at the destruction that was our salvation because, in that one moment we were engulfed by the flames, we were light blind to the chaos that was our lives and the monsters lurking in the dark. All that's left, all that exists in our little world, is us, and the beautiful fire, the graceful way the flames dance to their silent symphony, a lullaby, sad and sweet...
-Weston Lewis-
Infinite love & thanks for sharing. 💯
♚┊ ❝ @batteredhearts ❤'ed for a post-RR starter ❞┊
“Who were your picks to win the rumbles? Go on, I won’t be mad if I’m not one.”
commentating raw with @batteredhearts is a hOOT. especially when we’re getting drunk as shit. lightweights unite tbh.
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⌲ hey! you got a death wish or something? ⌲ WALTER?! ⌲ have you lost your mind? ⌲ i need you not dead mate!
@batteredhearts ; cont. from here.
❝ mate, do you ever think before you speak ? ❞
# sheabreeze remember when they split for a bit :)
The timing was all, wildly, off. Their relationship had deteriorated along with the growing speed of the rumored brand split. Or, perhaps, it was actually a good thing. Tyler and Sheamus could end up in different rosters... and then this heartbreak wouldn’t be so damn fucking painful all the time. But, what if they still ended up together? And then Sheamus would continue losing his cool in the ring and in the backstage area. He could seriously hurt someone... this was fucking with him and being around Tyler was making it worse. Not to mention, seeing the instances of Tyler... seeing how slowly unkempt he was becoming. He had thought for a moment, maybe, it was because of him... but Tyler never showed that he cared... not enough, at least. Nothing to give Sheamus a concrete idea of how much Tyler had actually cared for him. So, he had no idea of the true reason.
Sheamus had ended it, told him he needed someone who actually cared for him. The Irishman was never a showy type... but Tyler had done more putting down than bringing up and, no matter how much Sheamus liked him ( maybe even loved him ), he couldn’t deal with that kind of behavior. Everyone had their limits. But, everyone also had their weakness and the blonde was his... even now, calling Tyler with just enough Guinness in his body to get him just passed tipsy. He scoffed when he had gotten Tyler’s voicemail. Really? One of the things that had gotten in between them was Tyler’s phone, Sheamus knew Tyler was never without it. Tyler had to be ignoring him.
“Oi, Breeze, can’t come to the phone right now can ye? That’s some bleedin’ horseshite but I should ‘ave known ye wouldn’t answer. ------I’ve got no right in bein’ mad at ye either, do I? I was the one who ended it... but for good fuckin’ reason. ...I was mad about ye. ‘Was’... speakin’ as if I’m still not crazy fer ye. Fucked up, isn’t it? I’m still crazy about ye. But I’m still not sure if ye ever were with me... felt more like a game than someone ye actually liked. And maybe that’s my fault. Told myself I wasn’t goin’ t’fall in love er be in a relationship while I was still on the road, and I still did it anyways. And t’the most opposite person back ‘ere! A bleedin’ perfect idea, right? And now I’m the one left here still missin’ ye. I must be a fuckin’ masochist er somethin’.”
A pause was made to take another gulp of his beer, shifting the phone from one side to the other. “Ye remember the first time we got together right? ...Was in that hotel room. We had to share the bed... couldn’t believe I had fucked T y l e r B r e e z e. Hah! I thought ye would regret it... maybe ye did, right? Still turned me down any time ye could. I was just well enough for Prince Pretty but I still had me flaws. ...I can’t believe ye have me fuckin’ carin’ about these things. Didn’t use t’give a single fuck about what anyone thought of me but ye had t’wiggle yer way into me life, huh? Ye always been selfish... Fer everythin’. Especially fer me touches... I still remember the night ye actually begged fer me. Felt like I won the damn lottery. I still dream about it... still dream about kissin’ ye... touchin’ all those areas that would make ye squirm. Especially that spot right on yer thigh... I still taste ye too sometimes. Like right now, if I really concentrate on it... I can taste it. Ye were always sweet... did ye used t’use cherry chapstick? I never knew what it was but I swore it was a cherry flavor. It became my favorite flavor.”
Another pause, sigh following after. “I don’t even have ye on the phone so I can’t ask ye if ye still think about me. ...I hope ye do. It’d make me feel less pathetic. Shite, I hope the thought of me keeps ye up at night. A------And not just all the sex. But the times I’d actually get to see who ye were under all the fuckin’... smoke and mirrors ye put up. I hope ye didn’t make him up, too. Just t’keep me around... I’m an old fool, Tyler. The perfect target for ye young types, right? Yer out there doin’ god knows what and I’m here... drinkin’ alone... missin’ ye like crazy. And I don’t know who I’m angry at more but I do know I miss ye. I fuckin’ miss ye.”
“Don’t call me back, please... Don’t call me back.”
meme —— accepting ( @batteredhearts )
contact ——— ❪ eddie 💖 ❫ 11:13 pm ⟶ ‘ don’t tell me what to do. ’ 11:13 pm ⟶ ‘ it’s one fucking thing to tell me to stop and act like like i don’t have a right to be upset when you keep us and her separate. ’ 11:14 pm ⟶ ‘ i don’t think her being on campus is that separate. ’ 11:14 pm ⟶ ‘ or did you think i didn’t see her lurking outside the fucking room while we were talking about the paper today? ’ 11:15 pm ⟶ ‘ i might be daft but i’m not that fucking unaware of things. ’ 11:15 pm ⟶ ‘ i’ve seen her picture on your desk more times than i can fucking count. i think i would know it’s her. ’ 11:16 pm ⟶ ‘ that’s two things you learn when you have to walk on eggshells in life because you don’t know who’s gonna hurt you. to be observant and aware of everything. ’ 11:17 pm ⟶ ‘ but i’m just “drunk and upset” right? no. i haven’t even touched a drop all day and that’s the problem. ’
❪ ♡ ❫ — @batteredhearts // continued + ♡ !!