Please please someone read my RH fic? I feel like there is no one just because I have set up a new account (wanted to keep BlameBlam straight Blam xD)
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Please please someone read my RH fic? I feel like there is no one just because I have set up a new account (wanted to keep BlameBlam straight Blam xD)
Speak -Ryker
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It was funny how things happened. How one moment everything was perfect and the next it felt as if nothing would be alright again. How you can think that something could last forever and then it was over. How a person could be alive one moment and then you blink and they’re.... well they’re not.
These were the thoughts that were running through Chloe’s mind as she stood in front of the crowd of mourners with a paper in front of her, though the words that she had been intending to say were blurred, not by tears but by some inability to read them. How she had even written them in the first place was a mystery to her. Some daze, some obligation, some inane sense that this would make her feel better and driven her forward.
Here she was now, with the words done and the dead feeling still inside of her.
“What’s the point?”
The odd twitter of the crowd, the current of surprise through the formally sedated crowd was the only thing that alerted her to the fact that that came through her mouth. For a moment she blinked, not at all sure what was going on, then she was picking up the paper that she had so carefully written heartfelt words, and ripped it in two. The sound of shredding paper did something to her. With each sharp tear she felt as if it was something inside of her that was being torn, left jagged and bloody. It was an unhealed wound that was finally being recognized, and in being recognized she some how felt better.
The pain felt good, because that is all that there was, wasn’t there?
“What’s the point?” She repeated in a shaking voice, “What is the point! He’s gone! He’s gone! He’s gone! He’s gone and nothing I say is bringing him back. Nothing!”
Her voice shook, before she sunk down, sitting right where she was, half hidden by the podium she had been formerly leaning against. Chloe honestly didn’t care about the scene that she had just made because...
Well he was dead so what was the point?
I'm so tired and in so much pain, but... I found the fic list for the OTP I had lost and I'm so tempted to just read them all... ; u ; I'm going to die by Lavilena ♡
For the anon EHEHE.
Interesting facts about me -I am a redhead -I practiced Muay Thai -I practice boxing -I love BONES - I love Scarlett Johansson, she’s beautiful -I have three dogs -I’m currently on a diet -I love squats xD -my favorite food is pie. -mt favorite book is The Analyst by John Katzenbach -I like hugs but cannot give them out easily, - people are usually scared of me and idk why and it’s kinda good but sad sometimes -I think I can act and sing a little bit but few people have heard/seen me -I can draw slightly decently -I love reading -I wanna be more badass and lose weight -my favorite fruit is mango -I like tortillas -I think roses are absolutely beautiful but my favorite flowers are CEMPASUCHIL -I love the poem Annabel Lee -I am a very affectionate person if you get to my good side, like it’s really hard for me to express my feelings but once I get to it, CUDDLES AND HUGS AND KISSESSSS -I get bored easily -I like reading a lot -my eyes are the color of my hair, no joke -My favorite song at the moment is Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran -WHY AM I SCARY? -people say I’m very cold -I love red velvet cake -I absolutely adore chocolate -I want a cute boyfriend and dhjbsobjsosub but I also like being by myself I’m weird ok