#c words

[saetiate]

accessible version under the cut

left: I love you. I’m sorry that the earth turns cold under my feet. You were always a savior. This time, I will ask the world to be kind. Of course, the love was always there. What ifs and maybes – keep my heart warm in this darkness. When the fear finally leaves me, I think I want to – come back home.

right: I couldn’t be there to save you. My hands are covered in leather and blood. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for you. I sit in silence instead of listening for your laugh. Don’t ask me if I love you, you must know I do. I don’t want to talk about what could’ve been. I’m going to try to find you again. I hope you reach for me too, this time. Please, come back home.

together: I love you. I’m sorry that the earth turns cold under my feet. My hands are covered in leather and blood. You were always a savior. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for you. This time, I sit in silence instead of listening for your laugh. I will ask the world to be kind. Don’t ask me if I love you, of course, you must know I do. The love was always there. I don’t want to talk about what ifs and maybes – what could have been. Keep my heart warm in this darkness. I’m going to try to find you again. When the fear finally leaves me, I hope you reach for me too, this time. I think I want to – please – come back home.

[coraes]

my world waxes and wanes, presence evergreen and stable. some days you might forget to look at the sky and see. but I live there, I still live there — through night and day. I may not have my own light but I make the light even brighter, a constant reminder that the light is still here, even if you cannot see it. I am accompanied by many, many twinkling friends but none are similar to me, all those who might be are much too far away to speak to. sometimes I wonder if I am out of place between all these stars, but maybe that is another way of saying I am special, that I am one of a kind.

— the moon graces you with her presence. won’t you say hello?

[skinnydaf]

ej mnie chyba pojebalo bo ja sie zabijam wlasnks teraz ledwl widze na oczy kreci mi sie w głowie

[asktheheirofslytherin]

Clotpole

Are you insulting my intelligence?

[l-write-l]

Word of the day:

Cyclical — (adj.) moving in cycles.

Example sentence:

A woman’s life often appears to move in a more cyclical manner than that of a man.

Essential Words For The GED | Second Edition

Page 67 Word List

[beverlywrites]

C Words in My Heart

Cats

Cupcakes

Colors

Chocolate

Coffee

Chortles

Clouds

Cliffside breezes

Cuervo Blanco

Canyon views

Chalk art

 And your name that I won’t say

[saetiate]

Select all squares with: HERO. If there are none, click SKIP.

He is all strength and light, a gentle buzz in the air as he enters the room. The people roar and their souls relax, for their savior has beckoned forth. A boy led by purpose, duty, responsibility, who shoulders the world and if you'd let him, he'd like to shoulder your world too. Instead, you cup your hands over his face and tell him — you do not need to be a hero here. We can just sit together.

Select all squares with: LOVE. If there are none, click SKIP.

Here, there is no ache. He can feel the love even with his eyes closed, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks, your laugh like the bubbling of a fresh, sweet drink. He dedicates every whisper he has ever made to you, every heartfelt word he has ever said belongs to you entirely. You, who only asks him to be, and he, who wants nothing but you.

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Electricity frazzles and frizzes into nothing, until the screen becomes grey snow and then darkness. Turn off the world, put down the crown. There's no one to perform for, no one you have to be, no fate to carry. Instead, he finds your hand in his and in that he knows home, knows comfort is in seeing your hair splayed out over the pillow next to him, knows ease in the kiss he presses to your forehead and how you sigh into his chest. Let the world be what it is, let the people be who they are. Let him want something for himself. He has only ever wanted one thing. He begs the universe to let him have it, and you cover his praying hands with your own. He opens his eyes to see your love-laden smile, a shooting star granting him his only wish.

@phaisugu for my dearest phaijun!! i love you!!

[saetiate]

I don't want to tell you what I'm going through. I don't want to have to speak on it, I don't want to recognize the reality of it by hearing it live outside of me, by turning it into something shared like food at the dinner table. I want to watch it turn cold. I want to eat at the carcass of it when there's nothing else for my mind to consume. I don't want you to have to witness any of it -- the blood, the guts, the murder, how it changes not just the killed but the killer. how I've always been the guilty one that gets exonerated at trial.