#toosweetforthisworld

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@toosweetforthisworld

          “Hey there princess.” Charlotte offers a smile, as she takes a seat on the porch step beside her. “What’s wrong? You seem sad. Anything that I can do to help?”

[everythingaboutmythoughts-blog]

I give advice to people when actually,  i need that advice. 

[dreams-defy-gravity]

@raimpire​ replied to this post

i disagree, you’re the lovliest

Wah?! T-That’s clearly not the case?!

....

Thank you either way... SCREEEE

ROLLS OFF INTO THE NIGHT

[abusiipuerum-moved]

“please let me in. let me help you.”

@toosweetforthisworld

He sat with his back against his bedroom door. If Ron had been graced with his own LOCKING CLOSET, like Sam had, he would have hidden in there; but the room, itself, had to work for the time being. “I’m not opening it,” he exhaled, trying to even his breathing as he slouched down a bit closer to the floor. “I can handle myself.” God knows episodes like the one she’d caught the tail end of weren’t anything new within the Anderson household. “Go find someone else to bother, Sophia. I don’t need your help.”

[reigningwiidow]

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“Shh, it’s okay.” Carol whispered, holding her baby girl close to her chest. Even now, Sophia was still so fearful. Carol knew she really needed to work on that, to get her daughter to be stronger. She needed to quit failing her as she had the last fifteen years of her life. “Look at me, okay? I won’t let those men hurt you. You don’t need to be afraid.”

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bC YOU DESERVE THE CREDIT <3

Hush hush

*runs away and hides from all the credit*

[abusiipuerum-moved]

i forgot to send these D: 💗 ❤ even though i know you know :3

platonic and romantic ship. i can definitely get behind this :D

[mxtari]

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     Other parents gather around eachother, smiling and embracing. Just looking at them Carol can feel her ribs flare. No one needs to see her wince as she’s hugged. And she certainly doesn’t need the downcast eyes at her drawing air through her teeth.      Ed was on some fishing trip, hunting trip, drinking trip. Whatever it was. She didn’t ask. Didn’t provoke questions about what he could or couldn’t do with his life. All that mattered was that he was GONE. For a few days at least. There’s actually a smile that has crept across her features, pulling at the hairpin curve of her lips as she leans against the car. Money in her purse, a full tank of gas, and a whole weekend with just them. It didn’t matter now, any of it. Didn’t matter that he’d probably fractured another section of her ribs. Didn’t matter that the other mothers didn’t know what to say to her. Didn’t matter that the house would have to be immaculate and all jobs complete and meals prepared for the second he returned. She had all weekend to do that. From the moment the school bell rings and the children begin to flood out onto the playground, this weekend belongs to them, and no one else.

          “ Hey, sweetheart ! ”