"I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not."

- P.T. Berkey

I would do anything and everything for you. And not solely because I want you to have it all but because I'm scared if I don't give you everything than you will take away the little you give me. My inability to refuse you is not because my love is unconditional, it's because yours isn't.

Melancholic, Hopeless Romantic, Pink, and Glitter based moodboard~ ^^ For an anon! Hope you like how this looks~

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Where's my hannigram fans at?!

and oh, oh, oh... if you could see me, everyday, crying for you as if i have not healed, as if that were impossible; as if I will never be able to let go...

excerpts from a book i will never write, William

I feel like he should never have taken off his headphone

Movie : 500 days of Summer

"It feels like I've known you since before the beginning of time, and yet I feel as well as if in one blink you were suddenly there and the next you were gone. And that blink, it was beautiful, soft and soothing, filled with flowers and lovely scarves and warm meals, as if time would never slip away. But it did."

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"I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes."

- Walter Bishop

i wish you’d stayed.

“Sometimes it’s better to close the window, no matter how beautiful the view is.”

These two ... 💝

It Was… ⋆·˚ ༘ *

by: ouma

authors note: hi whoever is reading this, i write a lot of short stories and i wanted to at least publish one cuz the idea of the concept was smthn i was proud of, if you ever do read this thank you so much! :)

grammars kinda ass but its wtv 🙏

word count: 607

It was summer… the warmest time of the year, where grass was a more vibrant shade of green, where the sun rays at you wherever you may be, where the breeze softly ruffles your hair. This season is typically loved by many. It was loved by you. Walking hand in hand as you spoke about how much you loved this time of the year, and every time you did I couldn’t help but look at you and think how much I loved you, as you looked at me with so much gleam in your eyes as you happily spoke about what you loved. I, on the other hand, never liked summer—it was too hot. The light from the sun angrily aims its rays at you, as you can barely see whilst the heat is drowning you from sweat. I hated summer, but I came to like it because you did. Every summer time we came to this small hill. It wasn’t far to the point where it was too quiet, nor was it too loud either. You can still hear the trains, and the cars passing by. The tree formed a perfect shade for us to sit under as the wind was blowing just right–you loved it, and I loved you.

It was fall… It had turned a lot colder than you’d imagined. The leaves were auburn as they fell to the ground, everything looked a lot more orange, red, and brown, no hint of green ever since summer had passed. You loved the idea of fall, just not the cold and flimsy weather that kept messing up your hair due to the rain. Fall was my favorite season, the coldness was just right as I typically am rather fond of the rain. It gave me a reason to stay inside with you, as we slept through the rain in each other's arms. The raindrops formed a euphonious melody outside. The blanket provided us the right amount of warmth, as you laid in my arms and everything was just right–I loved it, and you did too.

It was winter… the snow poured in, as the time of our favorite season has come. The season of joyfulness and holidays. I loved the cold, and you loved the snow. You loved Christmas music, and I loved hearing you sing it. I loved hot chocolate, as you loved the little marshmallows on top. You loved building gingerbread houses, as I loved eating them. You loved receiving gifts, and I loved giving them to you. You loved Christmas, and I just loved you. I decided right then and there, New Year was when I was gonna propose to you, and I bet you’d love that too.

It was spring… gardens were in full bloom, as the flowers in my hand were too. It was the perfect weather. The breeze blew just right, as the pink tinted leaves fell gracefully; it looked like a scene from a movie. I loved meeting you by our spot, as it reminded me of the memories for when I fell for you first spring. Up on this small hill are the memories of all the seasons I loved you. Every conversation we had filled with all the things we both loved, and I loved you the most. The blooming blossoms landed perfectly alongside you. I sat beside you as I took out the small box from my pocket, as I placed it right by your grave. You loved the idea of marriage, as I just loved the idea of being with you. I would’ve loved to marry you, and I bet you would’ve loved it too.

It is not enough to just be loved. I want to be worshipped. I want someone to be completely and utterly devoted to me. I want to be someone's religion. I want to be a god.