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Don't cry little German girl
Não chore sozinho por mais uma noite
Queria poder te abraçar e te ajudar a se salvar da sua escuridão, da escuridão do seu quarto e da sua solidão.
Você não precisa ser sozinho, sei que quer se encontrar e descobrir quem você é, sei também que não precisa de alguém como eu, não precisa de mim.
Mas eu apenas queria te ajudar...
Um coração que ajuda a todos, todos menos a si mesmo, um coração que sempre retorna para o mesmo caminho e se perde. Você sabe que se perde.
Queria que você chorasse em meus braços por alguns minutos e sentisse que está tudo bem, mesmo que por meros insistentes, aliviasse essa angústia que sei que existe dentro de ti.
Não queria que chorasse sozinho ao menos por uma noite.
Apesar de você não precisar de ninguém além de si mesmo, eu seria voluntária para ser sua paz por alguns instantes, se você quisesse e deixasse.
Mas você não quer e não me deixaria fazer isso.
Mas aqui desse lado, almejo com todo meu coração que você fique bem... Só te peço que fique bem.
Por essa noite fique bem, e nas próximas eu voltarei a pedir para Deus ou para o universo, que tu fiques bem...
Irei pedir de novo e de novo, até que finalmente tu fiques bem e não chores sozinho por mais nem uma noite sequer.
Mesmo que seja em outros braços
Por toda a eternidade
Que tu fiques bem...
Jackson, I think you look beautiful when you cry.
Therefore, please stop. </3
why would anyone do this to us!!! D’X
you can rest easy knowing hedwig was well looked after in the afterlife; it was confusing and terrifying and sad at first but a little while after arriving she felt a light weight on her head and looked up to find her boy, harry potter, staring warmly down at her and smoothing out her feathers, just like he always did
except… he had hazel eyes? and he looked a bit older than hedwig remembered, and who was that red-haired woman with him?
hedwig is confused again. but harry is here, and all is well, so she tucks her head under her wing and falls fast asleep.
I realized something about twoie today...
Every time.
K, no! :<
StitchedHeart Part 35
Part 35
* gives him a out of jail monopoly card*
I’m taking baby Virgil to baby jail and his crime is being to adorable (I’m taking his blanket just in case he gets cold)
He wishes to be freed
[10:48 PM]
seconds after a short text, johnny is already at your side.
you’re already sobbing when he pulls you into his arms. you close your eyes and sob even harder as he cups your face in his hands so gently that you barely feel it. you look into his soft brown eyes, unstoppable tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
“oh dear,” he murmurs as he pulls you closer and lets your tears wet his light blue hoodie. “who hurt you?” his face is overwhelmed by concern for you and he strokes your swollen cheek with one hand.
you don’t respond but clench onto the fabric by his waist tighter as you burrow inside what seems like a perfect paradise, safe and separated from the rest of the world. you’re shaking and sobbing and everything in-between, and johnny wraps his strong arms around you quietly.
“i-i can’t do this,” you say, your voice cracking as you speak the words. you’re looking at him, into his eyes that almost seem to reflect the hurt you feel.
he listens.
you tangle your fingers with his, using all four clasped hands to wipe your tears. “i need to run away so bad.”
“i’d love to take you with me,” he breathes, “but you know i can’t.”
you would smile, but you can’t. “i know.” you know too well. you lean back into his chest as he leans his head on yours, and wrap your arms around his waist firmly - as if he’s a lifeline. “i know.”
johnny presses a kiss to your head and gently pats your back as you continue to sob, each choked cry shattering his heart even more.
TW!! Suicide, implied SA
I look out onto the midnight breeze, watching cars pass by.
Repeat to myself over and over again it wasn’t my fault—was it?
In the end was it worth it? It’s only a permanent solution to a temporary problem.. right? I don’t know. I should know; im the one on the edge of a building right now. I should know.
Who would miss me? Would anyone realize im even gone? No to both. It wasn’t my fault in the end.. right?
I said no, which in result my mouth was covered. I could still taste his hand in my mouth, almost choking me. His hand wasn’t even in my mouth; it was on it.. I could still taste him. My body screamed and screamed for him to get off, to stop; but he didn’t. No one ever stops. Right?
I stand up to my full height, I feel invincible—like I could fly. So thats what I did, stepping closer as I lean forward till im floating. Then I sink, deeper, deeper, deeper.
Im alive, then im not.
Was it worth it in the end?