i have never known nonchalance, never had a taste for lukewarm or half-baked; i like my music roaring and my mornings silent, my goals exceeded and ambiguity exiled, my heart loved or left alone.
in other words, if you are looking to tiptoe on the cusp of connection, if apathy is a part of your plan, i am not for you -
because i would rather be uprooted than planted in middle ground; because i cannot, will not, produce something halfhearted from a heart that loves wholly, or not at all.
You know those stupid tik toks of siblings that live on the other side of the world and surprise their other siblings by coming home and they get a surprise and cry? Yeah that just happened to me and I will never make fun of those tik toks again 😭🖤
[HE CAN HAVE SOME FUN WITH... WOW, LOOK AT THE SMOKE COMING OUT OF THAT! AND FORGIVENESS IS A GIFT GIVEN BY THOSE WITH A FULL HEART. HEAVY ON FRESH, ORGANIC AND HOMEMADE.]
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
Tagged by @mercurymiscellany, how dare you. We have so many of the same friends. Now they’re getting double tagged. INCLUDING YOU
" Stelle knew, right away, somewhere deep within them that these creatures were not screaming broken because that is what they were. “
@bbq-hawks-wings, @eldr1tch-lesbian (doesn’t have to be a fic, Anky, I demand to know thy written word!), @fluffyblaire, @floppyoystertoe, @lucidsnake, @mercurymiscellany (accept your fate), @officially-dumb, @prince-liest (this is for you, by the by ;), @precarious-lounging, @smiles4voltron, @t-m-f, @vriddy, @kidhawks, @scarletrain1724, @wyvernspirit
(Oh god, don’t do this to me, I should have written a shorter sentence directly after reading this and just cheated, I know you all by so many names I’m squinting at ya’ll like a 150 year old with cracked glasses, I’ve got 6 more)
And that is the problem with caring for someone, isn't it? You grow attached, they become a part of your life and you gladly take care of them. You learn all their likes and dislikes, how they take their tea and how they make their sandwiches. You learn about their friends and meet their family. You get to know them in a way that no one else does and you get comfortable. And then? Then they are gone. Maybe they don't leave your life, but they go back to their home and you will be left with all your love, sitting here - in an empty home - with no one to give it to. No one to cook dinner for and no one to pick up when it rains and no one to laugh with while hanging up laundry in the middle of the night. What do you do then? How do you deal with that?