lapras and dewgong? :P
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lapras and dewgong? :P
All I want is to kiss you, to breathe hope into your mouth and taste fire on your tongue. I want to stop thinking for a second and just feel.
semisomniac
thank you all for your kind words. I’m glad my words have meant so much to you all. I’m happy to help and it means the world to me that it’s been so well received.
I do find it interesting though, I’ve gotten far fewer mean messages than I expected. like @semisomniac said, there’s an expected inevitable backlash of hate that one should get when challenging someone with millions of adoring fans, but...I can count how many nasty messages I got on one hand, two only if you count the replies, but it’s still under 10.
and that’s staggering when you think about it, but it’s a good thing. it means we’re all agreeing. we all recognize that that was bullshit and are refusing to be quiet about it.
and that’s what’s most important.
bellossom and lilligant? :o
I wonder if you remember, deep down, somewhere in that cold and bitter heart, how it felt when I hugged you. I think you remember the rush that we got from being alone even as others surrounded us, in our own little world even as familiar voices chimed around us. I’m sure you remember how it felt when we stayed up for hours and talked and laughed and understood each other better than either of us had ever been before. I know that you remember how it hurt both of us when you seemed to move on so quickly, so suddenly- because I know shattering me didn’t mean nothing to you. You knew, and you ached because of it. But it didn’t stop you from doing it. You’re just pretending not to remember. You wish you could put it entirely behind you, tuck it away, out of sight, unnoticed. Darling, I’m never going to forget. And I know you won’t either.
semisomniac
I think back often, and I can’t help but wonder- did you really know me at all? Through all of the laughter and the silly questions and late nights exchanging messages… did you ever dig deep enough into me to care for more than a minute? I like to believe I found out as much as you allowed me to know. But to you I opened my heart and bared my soul, and I’m not sure if you truly saw me or not. I don’t know if you’re blind or if you just chose to turn away. Maybe it’s better if you didn’t actually know me. Because I like to think that you’re not heartless, and it would be infinitely more cruel if you had taken everything I gave you and then, after all this time, still decided to leave without a second glance.
semisomniac
I long for someone to love me. But how can that happen when I don’t even love myself?
semisomniac
I don't know what I should do. You're not mine, never have been, but somehow I feel like I'm missing your presence. I'm scared that you know, because you don't talk to me the same way as you used to. It feels like you're intentionally avoiding anything that has to do with me. And even though I have no right to feel this... it hurts. It hurts me so deeply. I don't know how to get past the feeling of falling over and over again for you.
Go on/off anon and pretend we’re the person you want to talk to and get everything off your chest.