“I wasted my wishes on you “

Their Very Last Page

Her lover lives only in a picture frame I know him well and share his name Their stars aligned save for the years leaving him to write a love story in tears Now broken hearted and ancient in age with sorrow he pens their very last page

on my merthur shit rn i can not stop. these two impossible, doomed by destiny, fools are what is keeping me going.

📖: 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 📚👣🦈

✍🏽: 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

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All us serve Him, brother

Okay, so I'm posting this here, why? Ugh, I don't even know. This story is coming (when ?, idk but it will come; I have way too many ideas). It will be a Pearl Harbor!Danny Walker x OC, and I'd like to write a multi-chapter story.

For now, here's the cover and the title 😭

What is wrong with people?

In Philadelphia last night, a bunch of people break into an Apple Store and take all of the iPhone 15s.

With sirens blaring, they then run out only to realize that all of the iPhones have been disabled and they may be being tracked.

So what do they do next?

They begin breaking all of the iPhones that they just took, while being filmed by people with other iPhones. One such video can be seen below.

Some people just aren't very bright. Who do you blame?

boyfriends🫶🏻

Day of impossible loves

Ok, I forgot to post something for Valentine's Day but hey! Did you know that February 16th commemorates impossible loves? So I wrote this letter to my completely impossible crush (not Gyutaro this time) to vent a little...He was a dream, one that I had to wake up from🥀

If someone had shown us how close we would be the day we met, neither of us would have believed it.

Always suspicious, I didn't know you and I didn't bother to hide my expression of little interest in your new company. From the beginning it was something strange, something in me deep down, deep down I wanted to see you again and again straight in the eyes but as the days went by that thought began to cloud and cloud until it was buried, as if it were underneath of a pile of snow.

And out of nowhere, friends.

It was in the blink of an eye or at least that's how you made it feel. Normally the time I spend with people seems eternal but with you, 12 months were like 12 minutes. So incredible.

I don't believe much in friends. I just feel like all the people in my life are temporary and unfortunately you would be too. Unfortunately or fortunately? I know you have to go, and if you don't, I must, and with the pain in my heart begging to stay, my thoughts before bed screaming to make them come true, I decided to leave.

Because no matter how much want you, how much I imagine cuteness at your side as if no one else existed, it's something that even inside my head is wrong. At least I will have your memories of the most beautiful friendship I have had in years and thousands of things to thank you for.

I would like to have told you how incredible you are without my eyes filling with tears, that the last hug I gave you would have lasted forever, to stop time in your arms and close my eyes while I held you close...while I could see you.

Maybe I could tell you what a blessing you were and you know it, but you will never read this so if you allow me, let me confess: You are the complete opposite of what I am looking for, physically speaking but you still showed me once again that it is possible to conquer me using only your personality. I have to admit that even though it was a long time later, you made my chest jump when I saw you.

I have to say you drive me crazy, or not? Enough to make me want to imagine what it will feel like to hold your hand and walk down the street hugging, but not too much to make me do something crazy. There is nothing more sparkling and beautiful than people like you, who shine inside and out and also make those around them shine. You don't know how much it frustrates and bothers me how all that shine is wasted by someone else day after day; If I could, I would ensure that not a single spark slipped through my fingers.

I like you darling, I like your laugh, so unique and sometimes even scandalous. I like your black hair and the way it matches your eyebrows, I like your eyes, your eyelashes, your nose, your smile and your mouth. Can you believe how good you look when you're not wearing your beard? I like the way you only fold the sleeves of your shirt, I like the new shoes you bought this week, I like when you walk in the morning and wear that tight t-shirt and how your strong arms show when you take something. I like your voice, that tender quality you have when you speak, I like it. I like how you run to help me when I need help even if it's the smallest thing, I like when you are a gentleman and open the door for me, I like when you offer to teach me things, how you focus on me learning without making me feel stupid. I like it when you greet me and I can fleetingly crash my lips on your cheek. For you it doesn't mean anything, it's something that maybe doesn't come to your mind all day but in mine, I count the hours to repeat it every morning and afternoon.

You are my best friend, I will probably not see you again after we are gone, but with all my heart I tell you that I thank heaven for being able to meet us, for the friendship you gave me and for helping me push myself forward when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore.  I wish you in life all the good things that can happen to you, that you are more than happy and that one day you can be free from the things or people who do not see how you shine in front of them. I wish you all the success in the universe and that you can fulfill each of your dreams, from your biggest goals to your smallest desires, because you made me happy and that is something that a stranger does not easily achieve.

You went from being an indifferent stranger to being marked not only in a part of my heart but in the entire piece. 

Sometimes I think...maybe in another life? It's stupid but dreaming is the only thing that keeps me sane. You or me, but one of us came late to the other's life. But maybe there will be another time where I can find you in time, another time where we will be friends again, where we will laugh again and I can hug you again, but another time where I will not be afraid and I will be allowed even by heaven to give you all my love. Where I can kiss you, where I can hold your hand on the street, where I can see your smile every morning and make you feel like the happiest man on Earth...

Where you are mine and I can tell you...

I love you.

i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you (but you are right here) i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you (and i know you don't) i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you

I sit in a room full of people, and watch you choose her.

Imagine...

you are ace (and maybe aro)

you have an aesthetic crush on someone

you have an intellectual crush on that same person

you like love songs

that person you crush on is not available

and even if they were you would never want to engage in any kind of romantic or sexual activity with them

But all love songs are about wanting to f*ck them, life with them and, I don't know, having kids with them.

fleabag is for the girls who hardly ever get a real crush on someone, but when they do, it’s BAD

Special skills include: alcoholism, crying when alone and resistance to happiness