#just... feelings

[falsedisciple]

every time bastille says “when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you” i go absolutely feral and i cannot help this

[much-brighter-ink]

The last two scenes between Sybil and Cora are two of the most emotionally loaded scenes in this show and my heart’s so heavy but I’m also in awe 

It feels like Sybil knew (or suspected) she was going to die and she had to tell her mother she loved her and make sure she’d take care of her husband... and then Cora’s goodbye... her last words to Sybil... ow.

[gallifreytreeflower]

you people... all of you who read the same as me and are in the same fandoms as me... those who have been there for a long time and those who have just started reading / watching something... I just want to say that you are beautiful and I love you. you give my creativity a meaning, because if I write and draw something that can make someone, even if not for a long time, but happy, then there is a meaning in all this and in life

[majoring-in-christmas]

While I know that the UCC New Century hymnal was revolutionary in its use of inclusive language at the time of its publication in 1995 (which is, I think, in large part a good thing- although replacing thees with yous in all circumstances is not really necessary...), I still can’t seem to forgive what was done to Nearer, My God, To Thee. Like, it’s okay- the original text doesn’t have any gendered language at all, and no, it really wasn’t necessary to Christologize a hymn written by a 19th Century Unitarian woman...

Although I think the primary motive was changing all the rhymes to work with Nearer, My God, To You. Which, uh...... ok.

[m11leven]

Me, after watching to all the boys I've loved before for the tenth time in a row :

[thiskisscouldcostmylife]

Kiss Me Goodbye

This fanfic came out from a dream I had as I fell asleep listening to The Same Deep Water as You… and I don’t say nothing more.

Pairing: Robert/Simon (1989) Rate: I don’t know actually… it’s in the form of a letter (and implied suicide sorry).

Hope you like it anyway…

Dear Simon,

When you will read this, I will not be here anymore. I hoped you would have never read this letter and I hoped I could have told you about this before, with you in front of me… but I haven’t found the courage to explain what was going on and I have just kept all inside, pretending that everything was okay… but it wasn’t.. at all. You thought that during these years I still wouldn’t have understood how you felt about us. You were not the only one who cried while we embraced each others under the sheets, cuddling before sleeping.. both of us knew that our story was impossible and people could not accept it as it was. “We shall be together” had been told for too long… too long.. and my heart could not contain all the repressed feelings I had inside. And so I exploded. I’ve been knowing you for a very long time and since the first time I met you I felt like we were made for each others, in every possible way. For the first time I felt.. complete. Together we decided we would have acted like friends when we were with the others, the people. I’ve always loved the brief moments when you pulled me away from the sight of everyone and kissed me till I was sated, feeling you wanting me as I wanted you. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before, neither with Mary.. and in a way I felt bad about it cos she’s the victim of this situation. She’s my best friend and it’s not her fault if her husband is a wanker who loves somebody else… you. Our problems started the night at the restaurant, do you remember? I was next to you and I drank a bit more than usual.. but I thought that was the right moment to make everyone see that our love was nothing to fear.. and so I kissed you. You were surprised of my action.. I thought it was right.. it seemed right. You were still afraid of what people could think of us… I’m still sorry for this.. I fucked up everything as always and I hope you could forgive me someday.

I’ve left you this letter because I want you to know that I did what I did because I can’t go on like this. I want our story to be real. No more secrets, just me and you against the whole world. I want to stay with you and only with you, but you keep on telling me that our story will not work cos people will never understand us, together as we have always dreamed.. So we just keep on acting like close friends.. I don’t want to suffer like this anymore.. I can’t bear it. Seeing you with other people that you don’t love and use just to hide our secret hurts me so much.. I can’t even glance at you. This is what destroys our story.. this and just this.. not the people who judge us.. I want you to be mine, but you just care about what the others would think of you and.. I can’t keep on acting like this anymore.. The very last thing before I went away.. would be kissing you.. but you wouldn’t do this .. you are scared of what the others could say.. and I’m sick of being scared.. You were the reason why I woke up every day, and without you by my side.. life has no point.. However, I don’t want you to feel guilty for my depart.. I’ve been a fucking mess for so long and just now I’ve realized what an idiot I’ve been.. everyone will be okay without me.. I will not torment you with my stupid feelings anymore.. I knew you would never be mine..

Give Mary a kiss and tell her I’m really sorry for the sadness I caused her.. I love you… please forgive me..

Goodbye.

[cryinglionheart-blog-blog]

bury the person i've become.

let it return to where it's come from, for it is dirty and broken;

let me be reborn.