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Challenge : write me a starter flo
don’t turn it around on me >:(
'' do you think you would ever hurt me like that? '' ( elena gilbert, @deathes ! )
𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, awfully calm, hues filled with a certain emptiness fixated on the floor, body against the wall and eyes half closed as he takes in her words. his intentions with the gilbert girl are anything but cruel. he wants to hold her, protect her, keep her safe & sound. stone cold heart became warm again --- all because of her. a smile to DIE for, a touch so gentle, an embrace that gets him utterly weak. life suddenly has meaning again, he feels A L I V E again. but oh, dark thoughts attacking the mind like it had done never before. HE, THE RIPPER. A MONSTER HIDING IN THE SHADOWS. DESPERATE TO GET OUT. TO ESCAPE. to take what is rightfully his. blood, blood, blood. CAN'T SHE SEE? HIS HANDS / COVERED WITH HER BLOOD. you’ll see, soon enough. he’s afraid --- terrified. he cannot lose control, cannot hurt her. but oh, what if he will? what if things will get c o m p l i c a t e d ? he doesn’t know. that’s why he has to leave mystic falls behind. leave her behind. ‘’ this was a mistake. ’’ words laced with a certain coldness escapes fleshed lips, gaze avoiding hers at all cost. ‘’ you need to let me go, elena. you know what i’m capable of. i can’t risk t his, i can’t risk you. ’’
@deathes : “ ☾ ”
174. “ it’s like they want me to be perfect, but they don’t even know that i’m hurting. ”
MEME : ACCEPTING.
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmEYfRIHPrU)
I saw the Tommy Cooper death live when I was a kid. His death was announced straight after the programme.
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The dream of life... Without you and I. Only you, only me.
Us was used for that situation but at this time it's useless and meaningless. Again and again the same words pass on same roads. It's, the life, going without us. When I realized, so late altough it's gonna be point of no return.
It's so hard to feel what is the matter with me. As I feel, there is not real love between the universes. I just wanna believe my feels make me feel wrong. Happiness is not a name in India. Not only in songs or in lifes of there.
Somebody loves getting pain cause the idea of everything's understood with opposites but, that's not always right. Sometimes past means, even now, to remember a pink box from past. Not to cling to pain. Nothing, which is possible with you, I'll see for next times, for future.
At last times I got so many friends, I don't doubt their proximity or I wanna cling to this lie. I've put them to the future and truth's gonna be seemed soon. Evidently as I saw, can say that a girl, who calls herself as a gipsy, doesn't suit to me. That gets me to this position, melancholy man.
Even in my last breath which I'm not able to take, music's always my darling, from past to future. It never gives me up but as tough I do not see this. Curtain, in front of my eye, has already gone. Seems to me, I'll not settle down. The best thing's let you follow me while I dance with the gipsy girls.