Sing me to sleep tonight.

Hey I'm Sam. :3 I pretty much reblog things that suit my personality. I love cats, cheesecake, anime and manga, Miyazaki's films, and sweets. I am 20 years old and a high school graduate living in the United States. Feel free to ask me anything and thank you for following and reblogging! :D

[thesecretsofrose]

So yeah, I haven't been on here in years. And my life is just a fucked up dark abyss. And I have no idea what I'm doing. I just want to drink 24/7. My life has just been a pinwheel of constant turmoil and anguish. I sometimes picture my friends' lives without me. And it's rather painful so I mean I'm still here and I just wish I wasn't at times. Too much pain, heart break, and unbearable things in my life. But I'm still here. I'm quite tired of just small burst of happiness and long term torment. I wish there was some kind of release. Some kind of motivation to get me through with a true smile on my face. Basically I have been abused mentally, physically, and emotionally in my past. And I'm just done with it all. I don't even know where to begin, where to start a new leaf. I am no longer friends with a man I have been friends with for nearly 9 years, my son lives 1200 miles away from me and I cannot see him grow up every day. Missing him and not knowing what he likes, him not knowing who his mother is and not being able to care for him when he is ill or having nightmares. Not able to tell him bedtime stories or rough house with him, take him on walks or go to the zoo, teach him his ABC's and sing to him, along with the fact that my best friend is also that far away from me when I need her the most. Having long conversations in the middle of the night, talking about life and the problems with it. Going out for a drive just because we can. I have no family where I live and I can't even move because of the job I have. And speaking of the job, I'm barely making meets end at the moment. I have been alone for three years and I miss the feeling of being secure in a man's embrace, the caress of his touch, his smell that fills my lungs, the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at me, and his smile that shines brighter than the sun. So yeah I just miss being happy.

[im-a-kittycat-blog]

“So my amazing daughter, Emma, turned 5 last month, and I had been searching everywhere for new-creative inspiration for her 5yr pictures. I noticed quite a pattern of so many young girls dressing up as beautiful Disney Princesses, no matter where I looked 95% of the “ideas” were the “How to’s” of  how to dress your little girl like a Disney Princess…We chose 5 women (five amazing and strong women), as it was her 5th birthday but there are thousands of unbelievable women (and girls) who have beat the odds and fought (and still fight) for their equal rights all over the world”  - Jaime Moore, Not Just a Girl

[memoblabla]

[wedreamoficecream]

What a face…

[ladyjour]

100% done

[takeshitakenji]

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

[nomiros-deactivated20190302]

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

[jykinturah]

oh my god

[maslab]

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

[overdramaticntrue]

I’m almost afraid to want it.

[taking-the-tardis-to-asgard-dea]

John Green, we’re waiting.

[tin-pan-ali-deactivated20191216]

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something. “Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

[themeeg]

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

[caffine-addict-deactivated20200]

Plot Twist: 

“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.

“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

[queenhaggis]

I’M SCREAMING

[ellensomething]

FUCK IT GOT BETTER

[plutonis]

Sheesh. The beautiful thing about this, too, is that every reader would picture their lover differently. There would be no images in the book. None at all. You, the reader, would be the one to craft the make of the entity in the book, be them male or female. Just like in real life, your lover would look different from everyone else’s, and, in a way, their personality would, too.

[inever-learned-enough]

[avataraang]

#everyone’s standing except aang #who’s chilling using only one finger

[froslasss]

[jasonapham]

[the-absolute-best-gifs]

Josh Hutcherson waving to Jennifer Lawrence off camera.

My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

[mydollyaviana]

[daihsiez-blog]

must reblog

[placetobefree-deactivated202501]

[thesecretsofrose]

Why am I even still here?

You basically replaced me in this household anyways. You are more of a daughter to her than I am. You participate in more things. You get along better with everyone. And make me look like the bad guy. Also you are taking my hours at work as well. While mine get cut. My family doesn't even consider me for anything. Why am I still here? I am so pissed, so upset, that I feel like crying so much right now, or want to hit something and either break it or my fist. I am tired of feeling left out of everything. But no matter what I do, you always seem to do it better. You are the perfect daughter my mom never had. I am done... it always feels like a fucking competition with you. Fuck this shit, I'm done. You want to take my spot? Wear my clothes? Use my shit then lose it? Fuck it, whatever I am so over this bullshit...

[chocobunssss-blog]

[askboxmemes]

If I were about to die in your arms, what would you tell me?

[f0xycriminal]

[sodakswagg-deactivated20130305]

[norakagami-deactivated20170508]

[itslatingirl]

[raindropsnroses]