Bitter Sweet

I begged whoever would listen, please let this all end. I am tired... Indie OC rp blog. Read the rules before interacting.

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

"You're not going with me." -Al

“You’re kidding right?” He grabbed the boy’s thin wrist, holding it with his own bony fingers. “I’m not letting you go alone!”

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

"I don't need a bodyguard." -Angelene

“I.. I’m sure you don’t. You can probably take care of yourself easy enough.. but it’s just.. I don’t have many friends and those I do have, I want to protect.”

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!" -Ella

“I thought you were supposed to tilt your heard back! I’ve always done that!!” 

Now his shirt is ruined. Lucky it wasn’t one he favored.

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

*tackles* -Daniel

He couldn’t stop him even if he tried. Both toppling to the floor, Alisx reaches up to touch Daniel’s cheek. “Good morning to you too.”

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

" please fuck my face daddy~" his mouth is left wide, tongue falling out lewdly as he waits ( issak )

He feels the sting of his drink going out his nose in tandem with the pangs of his heart racing. Now the question was, was he more embarrassed to hear the word or because he was often saying it to others?

“I-Issak.. I um.. let.. let me lock the door real quick.”

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

Hazardous interrupts the boy's quiet reading, slamming his hands down on his desk abruptly. "What the hell'r you wearin'? Is the faggot circus in town?"

Immersion into the story now entirely undone by the abrupt loud bull-y, Alisx tucked the bookmark in place and set the novel to the side, narrowing his eyes toward H.

“The knitted fishnet top is from Cas and I bought these shorts and matching thigh highs online. Want me to go look through receipts to figure out where the shoes and hair clips came from or maybe you want the link so you can buy it for yourself?”

[quotespile]

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

"I can't let you do this alone." -Daniel

☾Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs☽

He falters and for the first time since feeling it again, wished his heart would be still as it once was. Turning to look at the taller boy, he grasped at the hem of his sweater and twisted it round his fingers.

“I have to do this part alone, Daniel. It isn’t going to help me heal if I hide behind you. But I will need you after. I’ll need you to calm me, to hold me.. so I feel safe again.”

@faultycode

[inlovesuggest]

wrap your legs around me, tangle your hands in my hair, tell me you love me and kiss me until i’m breathless

[musingsiren]

it’s alright. put down your defenses. take away your walls. push aside your  l o n e l i n e s s it’s okay. because you’re not ALONE anymore.

[wherethewhitecrowflies-blog]

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

☾Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs☽

He looked to the door only once before he took up the other side of the bed, facing the girl. 

“I’ll always be here for you. Promise.”

[the-book-diaries]

“You can’t get stuck on what should have happened. That doesn’t help you.”

— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

[ozumikan]

夕と灯 Sun and light

[books-n-quotes]

“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”

— Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone

[quotespile]

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

Charles Bukowski, Pulp

[poems-and-word]

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