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𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒 ,  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 ,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

only mutuals may reblog.

#CH - GALACTUS. #i'm so weak for this look oof

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an  unnecessary  sunday  guide.

.  than/os :  98%  dominant. .  galact/us :  switch ,  dominant  leaning. .  ada/m  warlo/ck :  is  too  busy  sleeping. .  queen  of  nevers :  dominant ,  sub  sometimes  for  eternity. .  thane :  switch ,  submissive  leaning. .  entropy :  d i s g u s t i n g. .  in - betweener :  200%  submissive  100%  denies  it. .  mistress  love :  switch ,  dom  leaning. .  sire  hate :  switch ,  sub  leaning.

#the more u know #.nsfw.

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mmmm i should probably write with my other muses

#whomst would u like to write with #?? #maybe i should make icons for them first .... #.leafspeaks.

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hraunwyf‌.

lifebringr‌.

one such as herself?

that alone is an idea loki finds difficult to come to terms with, that galactus might defer to her in any way. she doesn’t know why she reveres him so, and yet fiercely believes that he has earned that reverence. for it to be returned seems like sacrilege, yet she rises as she is bade, and stands tall, almost unsure whether the ascent is her own doing or his but glad of it.

“i cannot say in entirety what i see. the sight is mine to receive in glimpses and half-remembered dreams, and i cannot command it, nor reveal it to certain beings until the time is proper. i may know much of what awaits you, lifebringer, but it could be that should i begin to say it, my tongue would turn to stone in my mouth.”

she draws a deep breath, closes her eyes (as reluctant as she is to shut out the material around her), and thinks of what can be said, how it must be said. “i see the great death and devouring of all things, and the swallowing into darkness at the end, that you are living prophecy of it, as i am. i see the unmaking and the becoming, that this is not singular but eternal beyond this iteration; that our end is no end. that there will be no end. i see the joy ripped from you and i see it return. i see that you shall return, and that someone waits, that a breath is held and your name is known. i…”

her brow creases; a sudden tightness in her throat which has no cause but to warn her. “i should not say more. when the spirit decides you must know, you will be told, but not before.”

&   ALL  THE  WHILE  THE  SEER  UTTERS  OF  POSSIBILITY  HE  IS  SILENT  ,   an  aureate  hand  at  thoughtful  rest  ‘pon  side  of  face   &   not  for  the  slightest  flicker  of  eternity  does  the  lifebringer’s  unfathomable  gaze  avert  from  her.    neither  blinking  nor  dimming  in  their  newfound  brilliance ,  mulling  over  all  that  she  may  reveal ,  &   yet ...

much  of  this  is  known  to  him.

the  darkness   &   death  at  the  end  of  all  things  galan  of  taa   &   the  galactus  of  old  has  known ,  &   for  a  moment  he  wonders  if  she  were  there  at  the  heart  of  the  dying  sixth  infinity.    what  happened  to  her  when  the  seventh  perished  ...  what  will  become  of  her  when  the  one  they  now  breath  comes  to  an  end ?    the  cycle  will  continue   &   this  he  knows.

though  it  is  when  she  speaks  of  him  there  is  change  in  expression ,  subtle  it  may  be ;  a  twitch  of  eyes ,  the  thinning  of  lips  ...    who  waits  ...  beyond  the  far  shore ,  in  the  land  of  couldn’t - be  shouldn’t - be  ...  or  yet  beyond  even  that ?

galactus  has  no  need  of  air   &   yet  it  is  as  if  he  exhales ,  ( a  sigh ? )   &   that  piercing  gaze  at  last  drifts  away  to  some  low  corner.    ❝  you  have  spoken  enough.  ❞     he  says ,  firm  yet  void  of  usual  pride.    more  questions  arising  than  answered.   what  a  fool  you  are  for  asking ,  galan  ...  for  only  those  frighted  of  their  future  ask  of  it.

❝  so  you  will  join  me  when  eternity  breaths  their  last.  ❞     almost  a  whisper ,  gilded  brows  furrowing  ever  so  as  he  looks  to  her  once  more ,  hand  descending  to  arm  rest.   ❝  may  that  time  be  eons  upon  eons  away   &   then  some.   may  the  recent  trepidation  searing  every  fiber  of  my  being  be  naught  but  senseless  paranoia.   ❞

#hraunwyf #CH - GALACTUS. #ARC - LIFEBRINGER.

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LIFEBRINGER  GALACTUS  EDITS  1 / ??

#so pretty..... #i will never forgive marvel for taking this from us #.galactus. #.edits.

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hraunwyf‌.

lifebringr‌.

“of course.”

it’s hardly as if loki ever intended to keep it; were that the case, she would not have come dancing to his door with the great book in hand. keep it, no. she only wanted to look, having some peculiar affinity for knowing where someone has captured some image of her, always needing to see how she is seen. (mirrors cannot tell entire truths, she finds, and loki is certain that she does not see the same face in them that others see upon her.)

but still, the false demurity with which she comes forward is at war with the pride written into every fiber of her being. her triumph is as impossible to contain as her curiosity had been, and loki knows she will be in trouble for this, but no sooner has she lain the tome in thanos’ hand than she herself climbs up into his lap as if she expects to be received the same.

already, she braces to be thrown from him, but she will have her piece. “do you admit to fantasizing about me, then?” the question is delivered perhaps feverishly; how much time does she have to speak? how much time to settle herself upon his thighs and run her hands over his great shoulders and offer to him again the great yes which he has looked for—oh, if only he will give it back.

“you need only ask me. i have been given to serve you, if you recall, by the command of prophecy itself, which i cannot deny. i belong to it, and therefore now to you…”

EVEN  IN  MOMENTS  OF  GREAT  IRRITANCE  THANOS  IS  NOT  ONE  TO  MISTREAT  HIS  GUESTS  ,   &   yet  beast  of  a  hand  is  swift  to  latch  onto  her  tiny  form  of  flesh   &   curl  tight  around  her  neck  ,  jerking  her  away  as  carelessly  a  child  would  play  with  a  doll.    &   there  is  pure  disgust  raging  in  the  soulless  depths  of  his  blackened  eyes ,  grim  violet  features  as  twisted  as  his  heart.     ❝  i  admit  to  despising  your  very  existence.   ❞

she  dares , again ,  again   &   again , she  dares  say  prophecy  has  a  command  in  the  actions  she  takes  when  the  mad  titan  is  NEVER  one  to  bow  before  a  higher  force  beyond  his  control.

beyond  his  control , it  sickens  him  that  she  is  pleased  to  be  used ,  a  puppet  stringed  along  by  fate  itself. &   yet  here  you  now  stand ,  thanos  of  titan ,  the  man  to  give  all  of  yourself  to  a  higher  cosmic  force ;  to  DEATH  ITSELF.    how  many  times  have  you  been  used   &   abused   &   cast  aside  for  bearing  your  very  heart  ?

you  are  contradiction  personified. a  slave  to  love , to   arrogance , &   nothing  else ,

she  is  like  soft  fruit  within  a  cold  vice ,  strengthening ,   &   he  brings  her  face  close  enough  that  she  would  feel  heated  breath.    sharp  teeth  bared ,  he  could  tear  her  apart ,   &   yet  --   the  whisper  which  fills  the  little  empty  space  between  them  is  deep ,  dripping  with  pure  enmity   &   very  almost  a  growl.

❝  then  let  the  prophets  know  that  i ,  thanos  of  titan ,  also  deny  your  very  existence.  ❞     &   with  that  he  tosses  her  without  care  to  one  side   &   walks  with  heavy  steps  toward  the  exit.    yet  before  he  leaves there  is  pause,  he  turns  to  her ,  looks  down  at  the  mess  she  is.    he  opens  the  centuries  old  book   &   finds  the  page  her  sublime  figure  is  drawn  on   &   without  hesitation  tears  it  free.    thanos  then  scrunches  the  paper  within  his  fist   &   drops  it  as  if  rubbish ,  indifferent  eyes  not  parting  hers  the  entire  time  until  he  leaves ,  but  not  before  saying.      ❝  you  have  one  hour.   if  you  dare  to  set  foot aboard  my  vessel  after ,  i  will  kill  you.   ❞

#hraunwyf #CH - THANOS. #ARC - AVATAR OF DEATH. #oof....

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hraunwyf‌.

lifebringr‌.

“there is much of which i could speak, and nothing which i have the skill to say.”

it’s a rare admission from loki, and what’s more, a rarer thing for her to have to admit. as much as she is called silvertongue and wordsmith, here she feels only as the lifebringer has called her; daughter of laufey, whatever that may mean, simple in its description and complicated in its issue, but all in all, much less than he.

she is, after all, terribly small, so very nothing in his shadow; smaller still to stand before him and decide she must meet her knees and bow her head, as well, in all ways to shrink and offer deference.

“i come to offer my praise and my gratitude to the lifebringer of the cosmos,” she says, and her voice rings clear and true and equal to his, though it is still some hushed exultation. “for many years i have glimpsed in visions the light which now fills you and with which you fill the universe. i am awed and humbled by the realization of your truth, and made glad to bear witness.”

it feels insufficient to say—loki meant it utterly that she did not have the skill, for even that would only convey the smallest glimmer of what she truly feels. yet when she considers it, not even if every word spilled from her lips this very moment would it be the complete truth of her revelry in him.

SHE   &   MANY  OTHERS  WOULD  ADMIT  THE  SAME ,  that  oft  words  drown  before  spoken  or  slip  from  tongue  in  anxious  manner  before  galactus’  intimidating  grandeur.    hers  are  far  from  apprehensive ,  however ,  &   radiant  eyes  simply  watch  her  as  she  layers  on  thick  her  appreciation  for  his  very  existence.

a  welcome  change  from  revulsion.

❝  rise ,  loki.   ❞     he  commands  in  mild  tone   &   light  gesture  of  resting  aureate  hand.   ❝  while  galactus  has ,   &   will  always  demand  respect ;  i  request  no  blind  loyalty  from  guests  aboard  my  ship.    least  of  all  from  one  such  as  yourself.   ❞    that  final  word  falls  from  curious  lips   &   a  narrowed  gaze  while  the  lifebringer  seems  to  inspect  her.    closely ,  intimately  almost  as  the  metal  floor  beneath  her  raises  seamlessly  until  she  were  eye - level.    the  explorer  he  was ,  always  has  been ,  bubbling  to  the  surface.    a  need  to  understand  like  an  itch  needing  to  be  scratched.

❝  you  speak  of  visions   &   have  seen  that  which  has  come  to  pass ,   &   so  i  find  myself  asking ;  what  else  do  you  foresee ?    what  manner  of  sights  have  the  fates  bestowed  upon  your  fragile  vessel  that  you  cannot  hope  to  comprehend ?   ❞     because  though  i  am  blind  to  the  future  there  is  dread  writhing  in  the  deepest  recess   of  my  soul  i  cannot  shake.

#hraunwyf #CH - GALACTUS. #ARC - LIFEBRINGER.

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hraunwyf‌.

lifebringr‌.

loki had been so certain that she would speak first, but it stands to reason that she does not, that she cannot. she’s only a little thing, after all, too aware of her insignificance and how easily she can be brushed aside, especially in comparison to the lifebringer. he is vast and beautiful and something she will never be—and yet he beckons her forward. with him.

soundlessly she says not the name that tempted her before, but only the soft exclamation of “god!” which seems fitting enough, because if anything were going to be god, she would believe it to be him in this moment.

she does not feel whether her feet carry her forward or if her magic simply pulls her there or if he somehow summoned her. all that matters is that she is there, one moment hopelessly distant and the next only a few steps behind, wondering if she should be ashamed of such desperate adoration.

THE  WORLD  SHIP  OF  GALACTUS  IS  A  MARVEL  UNTO  ITSELF ,  a  scientific  wonder   &   as  much  a  part  of  him  as  the  power  cosmic  itself.    &   it  is  a  reminder  of  a  home  long  since  lost ,  cosmoses  away ...    yet  even  in  death   &   rebirth   &   eons  upon  eons  galan  of  taa  remembers  as  vividly  as  if  it  were  merely  yesterday.    a  reminder  that  even  he  were  once  just  an  ordinary  man.    though  there  was  once  a  time  not  so  long  ago  when  even  the  slightest  remembrance  was  repulsed ,  for  humanity   &   massacres  of  quintrillions  do  not  walk  hand  in  hand.

only  fools  make  war  with  the  natural  forces  of  nature ,   &   you  are  a  cosmic  hurricane.    only  now  the  winds  of  your  presence  brings  life.

yet  never  will  it  erase  the  screams ,  all  the  pleas  for  mercy.

loki  is  but  an  ant  beside  the  towering  golden  entity.    her  physical  form ,  that  is ,  for  galctus  is  aware  of  her  grand  cosmic  significance  ...  not  quite  on  the  specifics ,  but  highly  curious  nonetheless.

❝  i  am  no  god.   ❞     the  lifebringer  says ,  firm  in  his  belief  even  if  she  only  uttered  such  title  in  the  moment.    many  have  branded  him  as  one  before.    &   then  there  is  brief  pause ,  a  silent  beat  passing  where  only  the  hum  of  fantastical  instruments   &   machinery  could  be  heard.      ❝  you  wish  to  speak  to  galactus   &   that  is  why  i  have  summoned  you  aboard  my  vessel.   ❞       gaze  descends  to  her  now ,  a  flickering  moment  before  he  takes  a  seat  close  by.       ❝  so  speak ,  daughter  of  laufey ,   &   i  shall  hear.   that  is  unless  you  were  simply  observing ,  countless  have  since  my  rebirth  ...  however  i  sense  in  you  otherwise.  ❞  

#hraunwyf #CH - GALACTUS. #ARC - LIFEBRINGER.

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anyway  the  (six)  cosmos  galactus  aka  galan  came  from  is  pretty  handsome

#look at this beefy eternity #with Actual Hair & no regal appearance #just an absolute Dork #100% science nerd #i love them #i love all the eternities ;-; #tbt.

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hraunwyf‌.

@nihilistborn

it surprises loki that she’s surprised by the size of the great leatherbound tome; in reflection it seems obvious it would be so large, to suit the hands that fill its pages. still, the idea of a book being half her own height seems ridiculous even when one considers it as an artist’s canvas, and that in itself carries its own shock. too many things, unexpected, despite the fact that she has known them somewhere all along. loki always knows, always has, always will, whether she wishes to or not.

this, perhaps—she wished to. her thievery of the book has been short-lived, she has only had it in her possession the better part of two days, yet the moment she opened the very first page she knew it was a worthy theft. who would think the hands of thanos that have wrought so much death, can also capture such beauty? a long-forgotten cityscape; the blinding shadowed contrast of the rip; the herald and the devourer; a portrait of lady death, and another, and another, and another, interspersed with monochrome renditions of the beauty of the cosmos, of destruction, of history.

by that alone loki would be enamored, yet she does not find the true reason she’s stolen it until the pages come nearer the remaining blank expanse. the very last page is a yet unfinished sketch, and familiar: it’s her.

loki recognizes the frame of the bed she’s been given, the lazily-shaded jacquard of her blanket, the roundness of her own forearm half-shielding her face as she sleeps. as she sleeps? she had thought she would know if he had entered her room, she imagines him seated there beside her as she dreams, dutifully looking from his book to her to his book again—or perhaps he had only come to look, and had drawn her from memory. or even imagination.

no matter the method, the discovery sets a wicked glee in her, and loki has no care for whether the revelation will come with punishment or not. it’ll be worth it, and there’s pride in the way her feet carry her to thanos’s rooms, absolute arrogance in her unbound hair and the thin white silk that hangs from her shoulders, gold dripping at her neck. she’s won something for certain now, and the knock she places upon his door is the sole warning before she simply appears on the other side of it, triumph all over her face and the book opened in her hands to the page in question.

“seems a little more like fantasizing than just artistic appreciation to me,” she says by way of announcement, practically purring, though the dusty snap of the great book closing is a sharper punctuation. “of course, if you’d like to watch me sleep, you could always just invite me to bed.”

THE  TITAN  FEELS  HER  APPROACH  AS  A  GULL  WOULD  SENSE  AN  APPROACHING  STORM ,  though  this  is  no  storm  but  something  far  worse  as  he  is  stirred  from  deepest  of  contemplations.    sheer ,  teeth - grinding  smugness   &   thanos  is  almost  certain  of  its  cause  before  she  even  enters.    almost.    any  amount  of  uncertainty  is  quick  to  perish  when  his  guest  at  last  storms  in  ...  without  invitation.

well ,  at  least  she  knocked.

the  giant  chair  he  sits  within  pivots  around  until  facing  his  uninvited  guest ,  hulking  hands  are  slid  together   &   at  rest  upon  midriff ,  &   she  is  greeted  by  a  calmness  most  would  find  unnerving.    but  alas ,  loki  is  not  most.

there  is  naught  but  silence  from  thanos ;  whether  due  to  restrained  rage  or  something  deeper  still ,  more  personal.    it  was  impossible  to  say.    within  her  grasp  she  holds  perhaps  an  item  of  great  sentimental  value ,  rare  indeed  for  there  is  little  if  nothing  the  titan  finds  materialistic.    a  great  book  almost  as  old  as  he.    rarely  touched  or  tattered  pages  viewed ,  yet  when  they  are  something  beautiful  happens.    many  hours  could  be  spent  perfecting  a  single  piece ,  the  scent   &   smears  of  charcoal  oft  gripping  him  after.    it  had  been  almost  half  a  decade  since  thanos  last  graced  its  pages ,  a  particularly  detailed  portrait  of  a  certain  warlock  ...  until  she  decided  to  come  sauntering  into  his  life.    unfinished  is  the  picture  she  presently  revels  in ,  a  scribbled  mess  really  which  he  hasn’t  touched  in  some  weeks.

❝   what  is  appreciation  to  an  artist  but  fantasization.   ❞     the  titan  responds  coldly ,  shifting  little  where  he  sits  as  gauntleted  hands  unfurl   &   settle  upon  either  armrests.    it  bothers  him  little  that  she  has  gazed  upon  its  pages  none  save  for  death  herself  has  witnessed ,  but  the  fact  she  had  gone   &   sought  something  out  because  he  does  indeed  keep  it  hidden.    her  latter  provocative  comment  ignored ,  a  hand  turns  until  palm  faces  the  pristine  ceiling.    ❝  i  will  have  my  belonging  returned  to  me ,  if  you  will.  now.   ❞

#hraunwyf #CH - THANOS. #ARC - AVATAR OF DEATH.

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hraunwyf‌.

@lifebringr / starter call

there is never a time when the lifebringer is not magnificent, and therefore never a time that loki does not wish to witness him—much as she loves the earth, it is just as easy to find herself upon some small, abandoned moon, cloak wrapped tightly around her against the deathly chill of the cosmos, to watch the blinding novae of his glory.

she feels it. she has always felt it, when he returned to himself, each burst of vibrant energy. it fills her with a joy she cannot name, makes her forget the sorrow to which she is doomed, makes her want to sing out to the stars as if all suffering is gone and only adoration remains.

for a time, perhaps that’s true. a brief glimpse of light in her unbearable darkness.

loki thinks perhaps she could be neither heard nor seen, distance and sound so lost in the void of space, or perhaps he is as closely aware of her as she is of him. she wonders if he feels that she watches; if he feels the way his true name rests under her tongue and begs to be shaped by her voice.

A  WORLD  ONCE  BARREN   &   DESOLATE  BREATHES  LIFE  ONCE  AGAIN  ,   the  atmosphere  brimming  golden  warmth ,  raining  down  pure  cosmic  essence.    it  courses  from  the  highest  mountaintops   &   births  great  rivers   &   mightier  still  oceans  until  all  is  bountiful  again.

another  planet  restored ,  galactus  muses  as  they  solemnly  gaze  upon  the  rock  they  drift  high  above  --  another  planet  they  had  long  ago  consumed.    a  necessity.    as  is  his  duty  now ;  to  heal   &   bring  life  to  a  fractured  universe  ...  to  eternity.

with  task  complete ,  the  lifebringer  begins  to  make  his  return  to  his  ship ,  though  just  as  it  seems  he  is  about  to  enter ;  there  is  pause ,  aurate  eyes  wandering  over  to  a  vague  humanoid  lurking  not  so  far  away.    keenly  aware  of  who.    they  blink   &   vanish  within ,  though  not  before  calling  out ,    ❝  enter  if  you  wish .  ❞

#hraunwyf #CH - GALACTUS. #ARC - LIFEBRINGER.

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xthesilvrsurfer‌.

“Why do humans on Earth insist I put on clothes? I do not understand.”

                   ❝   THE  HUMAN  RACE  AS  A  WHOLE  are  known  for  their  prudish  bearing ,  norrin  radd  ...  surely  you  must  be  aware  of  this  by  now  what  with  your  fondness  for  them.   ❞  

#xthesilvrsurfer #CH - GALACTUS. #ARC - LIFEBRINGER. #icb this is my first ic thing here

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blog  about  50% complete ,  with  finish  up  tomorrow !

#.leafspeaks.

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

#.meme.

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

#.meme.