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The sound of the world falling. Justin/Alex

This is kind of the fandom’s most popular fic, so I know it’s been recced before, but oh my god if you read it you’ll see why.

guess i ship it again

dipper look don’t touch

Oh god my heart. 😭

WIP #3 - “Wrasslin”

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Gray

The color of which i first colored you in; unsure, like the middle of black and white.

That shirt you once wore, with sweat glistening down your neck the day I realized your beauty. Looking so recklessly careless as your eyes lazily looked towards the open road.

The smoke you exhaled in my mouth with the lingering taste of strawberry on your lips as I cough out its poison.

The sweater you had me remove that one night; my soul drowning all morality and pushing everything else behind letting me completely succumb to the pleasure of your fingers tracing my skin.

The sheets I gripped as your lullaby escaped me in soft whimpers.

The feeling that I get when you're there and yet you aren't; half-empty though not entirely unfamiliar.

Predictably complicated like your half drunken thoughts and tales of fantasies I wish I'd taken a part of.

Your three am version, utterly devoid of hope; wallowing in your pit of problems from where I would always try so hard to pull you out of.

I didn't think that there'd be more to the world than just black and white.

But there was gray.

And that was you.

i yearbooked

i yearbooked hard

have some pines twins, grades 9-12

Notes from the past II

“I wish I had the chance to say I’m sorry, before you left. To say the things that could’ve changed everything, to possibly make things better. To admit the mistakes that I now realize, and i hope you think about your own faults too. We could’ve made it, if it weren’t for our own foolish actions that ended everything. You were my almost, almost a something and I would’ve given you my everything.  I wish you would find something that would remind you of me,and when you do, I hope you remember the memories we made, good and bad and hopefully you’ll miss me...

I’m tired.

I'm tired in many ways I simply cannot explain. I am tired in a way that many hours of sleep would still leave me exhausted and even if I try to close my eyes my mind would still be awake and so the exhaustion continues on. I could lie on my bed all day without moving a muscle and it would still feel as if I am consumed by this fatigue that I can't seem to get rid of. I believe I have hit the pinnacle of my capability where I have simply given everything that I have and now I am just an empty vessel trying to find alms from the people I've given a piece of my soul to. But I guess life does not work like that. You shouldn't give and expect to get something in return. The world is unfair and that is the truth. So forgive me if this time, I’m choosing myself. This time, I’m choosing to do what I’ve been trying to do for other people this whole time.   I’m done patching up the wounds of someone else while mine continues to bleed. For that, I’m sorry but this time I’m choosing to save myself.

The problem is, I'm always looking for you and yet you never once bothered to look for me.

When How to Train Your Dragon 3 comes out and Hiccup and Toothless are separated, someone is probably going to make one of those “Don’t go where I can’t follow” gifsets and I will probably yell at them and proceed to cry.

Yellow Paint

I’ve treaded these waters before

And I’ve learned how to swim after drowning—countless of times.

I know not to ask for more than what I am given.

To be satisfied with scraps that you are willing to share.

I need not to hear your heart

I just want to feel your skin against mine.

Take everything you want, use me to your hearts content

And afterwards, I need you to leave me.

Each time we move forwards I need you to pull back away.

I will not dedicate these poems to you,

The same way I wrote my love for him.

And I refuse to think of you when I hear the word “beloved”

But oh, so help me god, I think I’m starting to.