#sinamor

[blessed-doll]

Desperté con el trago amargo

del olvido de tus besos en mis labios

Compartiendo la misma cama.

Morìn

[myamintpin]

Smash Legend x Sanrio

[literare-archive]

@sinamor said : if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.

is it jealousy ? she had been jealous before of course. as a little girl, she had been jealous of the other children, who had their big family. that would dine and laugh together & have their mothers tend to the scrapes on their knees. as a young woman, she was jealous of her brother, that could remember their father. their parents. their history. and now, she was jealous once more : of this stranger. a woman she had never seen before, yet garnered the attention of robb. hands glasp together infront of herself & one of the rings on fingers are slowly twisted, jaw clenching slightly. trying, at least. not let it affect her. there is no reason it should. yet, it twist around her heart uncomfortably, and perhaps mask slips because there's a comment that comes from him once the lady has walked away & gaze snap up at him, brow raise ever so little.     ❝   but you do know better, my lord.   ❞      voice leveled as she speaks, before continue to walk down the hall, needing the space, if only for a few moments.

[truublood]

@sinamor this is giving big jess + jason energy .

[doomdays]

@sinamor said, "you’re too smart to need anyone. it’s the smart ones who always survive."

he appreciates the sentiment,  especially from someone like her,  who he would easily deem one of the smartest people he’s come across over the years,  but he’s been there before.  he’s been on his own,  trying to make it,  trying to do what he can to survive both physically and mentally,  and it didn’t work for him.  he wasn’t built for that,  and he knew that back then —- that’s why it was so easy for him to fall into the wrong crowd,  because it was something.  it was a roof over his head,  and he thought it was a community,  but it was the farthest thing from it.  the loneliest,  too —-  because when you’re stuck in a place that claims it’s your home,  where you have no identity,  name stripped of you and a number in its place instead,  forced to serve someone you don’t believe in,  that’s not a community at all.

this is,  and over the years he’s spent here,   he’s come to understand that having a home and a community full of love who lifts each other up,  takes care of each other,  becomes family — that’s where he’s always belonged.  

❝  well,  i appreciate ya sayin’ that,  but the truth is,  i don’t think i’m meant to make it out on my own.  ❞    and it’s not about his own skill of survival — that,  he can manage,  he’s sure,  but everything else?  he’s not mentally strong enough to be on his own,  and he doesn’t want to be,  not now that he knows what it’s like to have a family.  ❝  i s’pose i’m the kinda guy who needs to be around people.  a family.  tried bein’ out on my own once,  and,  well, i don't think i can go back to that. smart people can still make a lotta dumb decisions when they're alone, ❞ he reminds, offering a small smile. ❝  but i don't think that's a bad thing, needin' people. i think that's what's keepin' me alive, givin' me something to live for. don't you? ❞

[escritos-de-azucar]

El arte es una enfermedad.

El amor una ilusión.

Dime en qué créer,

Al final todo duele.

[srandres]

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[marcelponce]