exhale.

Bad boys. Good lips.

[arandomthot]

Guys are going to start having anxiety from this type of talk

[brxken-thinspx-blog]

[fyp-philosophy]

A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.

Sensei Ogui, Zen Shin Talks (via fyp-philosophy)

[fxck-every-1]

i just want you to know that i’m not the easiest person to love. I have a massive part of me that is missing or broken from the last guy and i’m not gonna lie, it’s gonna take a long time to fix those up, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try. I have to be honest to myself and to you and say that a part of me will always love my first love. A part of me is always going to want him, a part of me is always going to be sad and still have hope but every other piece, i want to be consumed by you. My first love has taught me so many lessons. So maybe i’m not going to fall as hard, maybe i’m not going to give in to an “i love you” as easily as i used too, maybe i’m going to have a bit of trouble learning how to trust again but i want to do that. The best part about a second love is it teaches you how to recover from the first, it shows you love when you thought all was gone to waste. I’m going to be difficult at times, I need attention, constantly. I love to be complimented and sometimes i need a reminder that i’m the only one, i love kisses and cuddles and sometimes i’m going to get mad, for no absolute reason except for the pure fact i want to see you get all frustrated and cute. I believe that all relationships have arguments and i am not afraid to have them, sometimes i’ll get sad whether there’s reasons or not and sometimes i need space, other times i need as much as love as you can give. Right now, I have more barriers than i ever have before but i’m okay enough to want to see where this goes. I’m not easy, but believe me, i’m worth it.

(via fxck-every-1)

[fxck-every-1]

You know you’re fucked when you’re only 15 but yet it feels like the world could end right there and you would be fine with it. It’s fucked when girls and boys are so young but so depressed, so heartbroken. Feelings fuck you up, i remember when i was only a little girl and i had this whole life ahead of me and all I wanted was a boyfriend. And now after having one, I don’t understand why I needed one, it’s messed me up. Emotionally and physically, I am fucked. He was the type of boy you could just see yourself lasting forever with, and that’s exactly what I did. He teased me so much that I used to sook about it, but that didn’t matter because at least he was making me smile in some way. He cared so deeply, and he was so sensitive even though everyone I knew saw him as this big tough guy. He was gentle, he was romantic, it was like we were 23 and just madly in love. Our relationship was beyond what you would expect at such a young age, but we were just so maturely in love. But that’s the thing, i’m not 23, i’m so young and now i’m heartbroken and it’s not as simple as going out every night to get him out of my head. I have to sleep early because of school, i have to go to school, I have to study and commit to all of my commitments and it’s impossible to get him out of my mind. He wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was genuinely my best friend and sometimes we fought as best friends would. But no matter how we were fighting, we fought as hard as we could for each other because that’s what love does to you. But one day i guess he just decided to stop fighting, and it wasn’t like I was expecting it. We always swore we would fight for each other, fight for the relationship, fight for our fucking love but he didn’t want too anymore. He didn’t want me anymore, and i can say with all my broken heart that killed me. It’s the worse thing to wake up happily in love and then go to bed broken because you’ve lost the reason why you even got up that day. He said he lost feelings, but I can’t place when. When did he lose feelings? With all of that sweet talk, the kisses, the texts, the calls, the hugs, everything and at some point he somehow started to lose feelings. And it hurt and surprised me so much because everyone knew that he was crazy about me. I saw parts of him that he would never dare to show anyone, we were so comfortable with each other and we allowed each other into our hearts but for some reason he just didn’t want that anymore. I can not place that all in my head, how you can suddenly lose interest in something you once loved. And it wasn’t like the hurt stopped there, no a month later he found himself with another girl. Making all the memories, the love, the jokes, that we were once doing. And the weirdest thing is, everyone around him can see that he doesn’t love her. Not the way he loved me at least. And i can’t seem to process the thought of why you would throw away a diamond for a fake one. Why would you throw away your perfect girl for someone who doesn’t even come close? Fuck, she’s not even pretty and yet i feel like i have to compete with her. And every month goes by, and they are still going strong and for some reason my brain still can’t process it. I still can’t believe that he’s moved on from me because love doesn’t just go away. You can’t just get rid of love because you don’t want it anymore, feelings don’t leave when you ask them too. So what is he doing with her when he can be with me? I’ve never been the girl to wait for someone, i always want to try with everyone but for some reason i am constantly drawn to him, as if he’s truly made for me and i think he is. I think he’s the love of my life and maybe i’m just not his. But when you love something you don’t just let it go, you fucking fight like crazy for it and i can promise everyone i would never go down without a fight. Okay maybe he’s happily in love with her, but what about me? What about my love for him? That doesn’t just go away, that doesn’t get excluded so fuck society and their expectations. Fuck everyone who thinks i won’t succeed. I know what I want, and i’ve never been so determined to get it.

(via fxck-every-1)

[thoughts-memories]

[notherdivision-deactivated20230]

So I cried and he asked me if I was okay, and I told him the truth. “You think my feelings for you will leave the second those words flies over your tongue? It’s so messed up. I don’t want to go cry to someone else, I want to go to you like I always do when I’m upset but thing is you’re the one who hurt me. You don’t want to be my person anymore, that really fucking hurts, and you know what: this isn’t even your problem anymore.”

(via notherdivision)

[soshesawildflowerxo-deactivated]

Friendly reminder that the love that you felt was valid. Those feelings were real. It’s okay to reflect back on it because it was a time where you felt. That doesn’t mean that the love was healthy or the right one. That doesn’t mean that you were truly happy. That love ended for a reason. Remember the reality of the situation. It’s okay to love someone, it’s not okay to forget the difference.

[brokenheartedwriter]

You taught me that goodbyes are hard. You taught me that promises can break. You taught me that endings aren’t always happy. But you didn’t teach me how to move on.

Another heart-broken girl (via brokenheartedwriter)

[imma-supa-fangirl]

Stiles Stilinski || Torn || Chapter Two

A/N: I don’t own anything except my own characters, ideas, and original content.

Warnings?: Angst.

Request?: NADA.

Cast:

- Yourself as (Y/N) (L/N)

- Dylan O'Brien as Stiles Stilinski

- Holland Roden, Shelley Hennig, Tyler Posey, Tyler Hoechlin, Crystal Reed, Dylan Sprayberry, Arden Cho, Daniel Sharman, Khylin Rhambo, Max Carver, and Charlie Carver as Scott’s Pack: Lydia Martin, Malia Tate/Hale, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Liam Dunbar, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Mason Lewitt, Aiden, and Ethan

- Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Blake Johnson

- Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester

- Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester

- Misha Collins as Castiel

- Cody Christian as Theo Raeken

Imagine Key:

- (Y/N): Your Name

- (F/IC/F): Your Favorite Ice-Cream Flavor

Word Count: 2,408

Shipping: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

It’s been a couple of days since your break up with Stiles and you’ve been the same since you left. Broken, confused, angry, and betrayed. You have never felt this way before and it hurts, so, so much. Never in your life would you have ever thought that Stiles, your supposedly loyal boyfriend would do this to you. It’s just unbelievable and kills you. But what kills you, even more, is that your heart is conflicted and you don’t know how to feel anymore.

Today marks your first day back to school ever since your incident with Stiles and Malia and you’re remarkably nervous. You haven’t spoken or seen anyone except for Lydia since your short hiatus from the outside world. You didn’t want to see anyone, you just wanted to be left alone and thankfully, everyone understood. Your parents were, of course, were enraged but really supportive and sympathetic, so they let you stay home for a week. You were crying in your comfy bed, re-watching all current seasons of Game of Thrones with multiple pints of (F/IC/F) ice-cream and hot chocolate for 7 days straight. Now, a week has passed and you find yourself leaving for school.

As you park your car, you checked yourself in the mirror, making sure your eyes weren’t red. Satisfied with how you looked, you stepped out your car and walked straight into the building. One foot inside and you were engulfed in a big bear hug, you already knew who it was, judging by the strawberry blonde hair, all up in your face. “(Y/N)!!! You’re finally back!” Lydia grinned happily. Taking a step back and scanned your body, she spoke again with one brow raised. “I expected you to be in sweats.” You laughed quietly before looking down at your black skater dress and knee-high heel boots. “Nope, not anymore. I’m a brave, strong, young, independent woman, who isn’t going to cry anymore, over some guy.” You smiled proudly, showing that you just overcame your problem and you couldn’t have felt better. “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N). Now, come, we really need to get to our classes.” Lydia smiled, dragging you down the hall to your English class, before going her separate way.

As soon as you stepped in, Stiles’ head shot straight up, looking at you with regret written all over his face. You walked in boldly, showing you weren’t heartbroken anymore but any werewolf in this class could smell different. Sitting in your seat next to Stiles, you did your best to neglect him while he eyes burned holes into the side of your skull. Determined not to look at him, you carried on, getting your stuff out and listening to the teacher. Half way through the lesson you sneaked a look at Stiles. When you did, you feel yourself starting to pout. You noticed how tired he looked, he had small purple bags under his eyes just like he did when void happened. Shaking your head, you refused to even think or look at Stiles even though it was killing you.

When class was over, you quickly placed your supplies back into your bag and stepped towards the door, until you were stopped by a firm grip. You turned around, confused to only be faced with the person you really don’t want to see, or better known as Stiles.

“Stiles, let go of me. Now.” You demanded as you tried to release yourself from his grip. “No, not until you hear me out.” He hissed through his gritted teeth. You stared at him with no emotion lingering in your face, as you shifted your weight to your right leg, “Fine. What do you want?” He sighed softly in relief while stepping back, freeing your wrist from his grasp, before he began to speak.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ever cheated on you. I’m sorry that I ever hurt you. I don’t know why I did it, I really don’t. Every single day without you just makes my life even worse and worse. I adore you with all my heart and I messed up, so, so, badly. I shouldn’t have hurt you this way, or EVER. Please give me another opportunity to treat you better, I promise. Please, (Y/N).” When he finished, you didn’t even realize that small droplets of tears were rolling down your cheeks. When you snapped back into reality, you looked away as you quickly wiped the tears away, ashamed and angry. You couldn’t let him get to you, and cause pain, even if he meant it or not. You just couldn’t let it happen again, it hasn’t been long enough for you to just forgive and forget. You are way stronger than that, and you’re going to show it.

You looked back up at him, to see a patient Stiles, waiting for your response. You released a big sigh and started to rant your rage out, with clear anger plastered onto your face.

“Stiles, do you know how much you hurt me?! Do you know how much you ruined me?! Emotionally?! I can’t believe that you think that after only a week of break away from you can replace a trust that was broken for I don’t know, for months. I don’t know what to say anymore. But all I can say is just stay away from me because I want to be happy and strong, not this small, fragile girl who cries over some guy. So please Stiles, let me have a break.”  You bellowed. Feeling the anger coursing through your body. Fury started building and your face began turning red. You instantly stomped away, knowing that you might break something, potentially ACTUALLY physically hurting people around you. You REALLY needed to cool off.

When lunch arrived, you finally calmed down, even though the talk is still on the top of your head, picking at you, time to time. You sat alone with your phone while waiting for Lydia to arrive for lunch. After minutes of waiting and enjoying the breezy, sunny day, she finally arrives, flashing her pearly whites. 

“Hey, how has your day been going? Has Stiles spoken to you today? What did he say? Tell me!!!” She exclaimed in a whispering tone, switching from a grin to a concerned questioning expression in seconds, as she sits across from you. You looked at her, furrowing your brows, with WTF written on your forehead. “Umm yeah, he kinda um, you know…begged for a second chance, but I…declined it.” You started out, but you could feel your blood boil as you kept on replaying the stupid conversation again and again. “I couldn’t believe what he said honestly. Does he REALLY think I would give in so easily!?!?! I’m just so speechless right now, Lydia. You don’t even know!!! UGH!!! He just needs to back off for a sec so I can actually think about it without fucking bawling my eyes out!!!” You continued, feeling gulps of anger spurring out while Lydia watched in silence. 

“What should I do, Lydia? What should I do?” You sighed, feeling yourself starting to ease. You looked down, pouting a little as you play around with your phone. You dozed off for awhile until you heard Lydia clearing her throat with a loud hem. You looked up with puzzled looks. 

“(Y/N), I know I shouldn’t really pick your choices for love, but honestly, you should give him a second chance. Stiles has his flaws and mistakes but you and I know that he’s still a very good person. I know he messed up, like BIG TIME, but I know, that on the inside he’s killing himself, slowly realizing how much he messed up. And I know deep inside, that you still love him and he loves you. Give him a second chance (Y/N), let him redeem himself. Because I know, that Stiles won’t stop until he gets you back in his arms." She expressed, with one of the most serious faces you have ever seen by her. You stared at her, processing everything she just said. You can’t help but feel like she’s right. You know very well that Stiles is a good person even though he has made "some” mistakes. Stiles still made your heart ache BUT you knew you still have feelings for that goofball, even though he killed you a Lil bit

“You’re right… again.” You smiled a small grin while looking down at your folded hands. “I’m gonna talk to him after school… thanks for the help, I owe you one.” You continued, making Lydia chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry, helping out my best friend, doesn’t cost you anything.” She smiled as your eyes slowly widened. 

“Really?!? Can you buy me lunch then? I left my wallet at home.” You quickly asked, smiling widely. She rolled her eyes as she dragged you to the nearby restaurant, to get a nice hefty burger. 

When the school day came to an end, you drove by Stiles’ home, with anxiety buttered all over your body. Your heartbeat started to build, and your palms were sweaty. As you walked towards the front door, you felt a little light headed. Everything seemed so, so, weird. You have been exceptionally nervous before, but never to this extreme, but you knew, you could handle it. 

As you inch closer and closer to the door, you began to wonder about EVERYTHING. He crushed you, but you’re forgiving him. He fucked you up, but you’re letting it slide. He messed you up but you still love him. There’s something wrong with you. You have never forgiven anyone of your boyfriends that cheated on you, why is Stiles’ an exception? You knew why he was different from everyone else, you have ever fallen for. He and you had a connection, that you never had with anyone before. And your willing to continue that connection because…you love him. 

When you rang the bell, the door was quickly opened by Sherriff Stilinski. “Oh, surprising to see you here (Y/N). Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, with a small grin. You smiled back, nodding your head. “Yes, is Stiles home right now? I want to talk to him about something.”

“He’s right upstairs, come in and I’ll call him down if you want.” He opened the door, broadly for you to walk inside. When you entered the lovely home, you quickly told Sheriff that you’ll just talk to Stiles by yourself as you walked upstairs to his room. 

Whilst you approached to his room, you heard something fumbling and a really loud bang. You quickly ran into his room to see if everything was okay, but instead, you felt your heart slowly engulf in flames.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!” You screamed, with a river of tears rolling down your red cheeks. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe it’s happening again. When you entered the room, you expected to see Stiles alone, but you never expected him on top of Malia, just like the scene that broke your heart the first time.

Stiles quickly got himself up, trying to explain himself with “It’s not what it seems” and other excuses. He had wide eyes that looked dearly sorry, but you couldn’t fall for it, especially after what you just saw. You stared at him, wanting to believe him, but you couldn’t. You ACTUALLY thought that he still loved you, you ACTUALLY thought of giving him a second chance. You ACTUALLY thought you two, could fix everything wrong with your relationship. But you were wrong, totally WRONG.

“Stiles…I can’t believe you!!! You said you still loved me and you would never hurt me EVER again!!! But you lied!!! You lied to me, AGAIN!!! I came here today, to forgive you!!! To ACTUALLY give you a second chance for your sorry ass!!! Now, I regret everything!!! I regret ever getting with you and definitely thinking that you deserve a second chance!!!” You shouted until you couldn’t anymore. Your throat became sore, and you couldn’t look at his stupid watery eyes. You felt so foolish, he made you feel like you were confused, fragile, person. You couldn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe you. 

“Please (Y/N), what just happened wasn’t real. I tripped and fe-” He started but I cut him off with a simple “no”. You’re not going to fall for the bull shit again. You’re done with shit, and you are DONE with HIM. 

“I don’t want to see or talk to you EVER again. You broke me, you fucked me up, you DESTROYED ME!!! And I don’t want to deal with you anymore!!!"  Those release of words lightened you up, but it didn’t stop the flow of tears from your pits of anger and sadness. 

You took one last look of Stiles before you left with not a single word to spoken. You rushed out the door, with small "goodbye” to sheriff as you ran to your car. When you sat inside your car, you released a big sob, feeling your sorrow and rage run out with each tear that dripped from your eyes. 

You needed a break, a break from everything. A break from beacon hills and it’s…things. It’s too much for you to handle, and you needed an escape route from this place until you are ready to take on this shit full on.

After sitting and contemplated on what to do, you finally came up with idea that consisted of you moving away from this hell hole with 3 of the best people you have ever met in your life. 

You quickly grabbed your phone out of your bag and dialed a very close friend. In seconds of calling, someone picked up and you instantly hear that very familiar sweet voice that you have grown to love. 

“Hey, how have you been?“ "Good, good. Ummm, can I ask you a question?” “Do you mind if I stay with you and the guys for a while? I just need a break from home and Beacon.” “REALLY!?! Ohmygod!!! That’s great, I’ll see in the morning then.” “Thank you so much!!! I owe you one.” 

You smiled widely with excitement, with no tears to be seen. You placed your phone down and began driving home, with a wide smile plastered on your face. Waiting for the familiar black 1967 Chevy Impala to arrive at your home, with 3 of your favorite people on Earth.

A/N: Hello guys <3 I’m so so so sorry that chapter 2 of “Torn” took forever. I’m just really busy with school and other random shit plus I kinda have this smol writer’s block. But today, I’m here to present you chapter two of “Torn”. I would like to give BIG THANKS to one of my Tumblr friends, Bethan (@granddaughter-of-satan) for helping me with chapter two, you’re the best!!! I’m VERY sorry if this chapter isn’t that good, I told you before I had writer’s block. Anyways, I hope you enjoy chapter two ^__^ I will try my BEST to publish more content for you, my viewers and followers. Please like, reblog, follow, submit, etc. I love you guys very much, SEE YA NEXT TIME!!! ;3

[4am-reflections]

“I just need you to need me too!” She cried as they stood together under the rain. “I spent so much time waiting for you to show me you care. It’s just too hard, I can’t stay when someone doesn’t miss me when I’m gone.” They stood together in silence, him not being able to mutter even a single word. Both of them knew that it was over. It wasn’t because they didn’t love each other. No, a blind man could see how in love they were. Sometimes no matter how much you love someone it just isn’t mean to be.

It wasn’t because you didn’t love me, excerpts from a book I’ll never write #17// 4am (via 4am-reflections)

[fxck-every-1]

I would still take you back, 8 months later and I will still fall to my knees in tears by your demand. I can not believe it, I can not make sense in my head of why I would do such a thing. I guess, I truly do love you, I want to be with you. I shouldn’t, but I do. You just seem to be right, you’re always there even when I can’t see you, I can feel you. So maybe that’s a sign, you know me, I’m always looking for signs and universal things but maybe the biggest sign is the one deep within.

hope (via fxck-every-1)

[apikaliaa]

Move On Already

That’s what everyone says. What they don’t understand is it’s not so easy when the memories of us together are stuck on replay in my head. Your smile. Your eyes. How happy you made me. Those were some of my best memories, and I will never be able to erase them. If I could, I would in a heartbeat. It’d be so much easier to move on. Forget you. Like you forgot me.

[thelovejournals]

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

Charles Bukowski, Women (via thelovejournals)

[th0ughts-0n-paper]

The reality is you’re not longer interested. That is made clear with every ignored text, avoiding my love bleeding out. I cover up as much as I can. I want to give you your space. But I bleed through the paper towels. I want to tell you about my day, show you selfies and have you say I look beautiful, “I’m so lucky.” I want to be able to let you know I’m missing your presence without the fear of being ignored. The truth is, I can’t do anything without wanting you there to enjoy it with me. I can’t help but say that when I tell you about my experiences. But we are laughing with other people. And I just wish we could be laughing together. But my mind is on you, and you’re too caught up in the moment to think of me. I’m stuck with an aching heart, while you get all the happiness.

(via dreaminginpoetry)

[deadwatered]

I’m going to lose you and I’ll never be the same again. I don’t find someone else to take your place, there’ll be a bitter taste on my tongue when I say your name. I’ll feel physically sick when I don’t remember your laugh or the sound of your voice that makes me feel whole and at peace. I’m going to lose you and I’ll hate myself for it because I let you slip away like you meant nothing. You’re going to hate me, you’re going to get sick of me and I’ll act like I don’t care but I’ll be drinking to forget, and crying oceans into my pillow. There is no me without you. I’m going to lose you but I’ll love you forever. I’ll allow you to live happily without me because I’m not easy. It’s hard to talk to me and you’ve always deserved better. I’ll always remember every hour, every minute until I eventually forget. It’ll be hard however, I figure I’d need to be dead to get you out of my head.

sans forever (via deadwatered)

[niagara-flaws]

“No.” She stammers with a shaky voice. “You don’t get to say you’re sorry after what you did. You tore up my soul, you left pieces of yourself in every open space. You can’t just say sorry for destroying a person. You know I tried for you. I tried to be enough.” “I wish things were different. I wish I could take back what I did to you, I never ever wanted to hurt you.” He speaks, almost at a whisper. She steps away from him. “Well you showed me. Never let anyone close enough to ruin you.”

It hurt, but she left. (via niagara-flaws)