Is it really worth the longing?
Does anybody cares?
I’ve spent all my nights believing
With the hope you’d be with me
Am I the monster?
Or I am the king?
Imposing the freedom
To those who believe
Pretty bird fly
Away and kiss the sky
Nobody hears your worthless cry
Nobody cares for you and I
But I still love you
For all my life
Bakugou x Fem!Reader
» Pro Hero, Single Parent, Teacher Reader
» Word Count: 3309
A plan comes together – whether you like it or not.
A week passed and Bakugou had been mulling over what to do. He had kept his distance from you through all of this, sure that if he saw your face again covered in bruises that he would lose his shit. But he wouldn’t have known you were in trouble if Kirishima hadn’t scheduled guys’ night for tonight, forcing him to reschedule your biweekly meetings.
With the sitter at the house, Bakugou headed to the bar. His truck rattled to a stop in the small parking lot and he spotted his friend’s cars. They waved him down when he walked in, a beer already at his seat.
Let us savour each moment big or small from simple smiles and gleams to heartfeltest gifts to extravagant nights out and in to the everyday normalcy of just being together to the way our lips meet with a multitude of different meanings to the dulcet way you say my name and I yours to just being with you and feeling safe and loved
Does anyone else ever sit and think about what it would be like to be able to meet every single person on the earth ? I’m stuck in Britain (at a stretch Scotland for uni) and there’s such a small possibility I’ll meet my soulmate here. Am I really going to find the person I most align with, who understands me completely and is also my type on this tiny island of mine? I mean, potentially, but it just scares me that there’s so much more out there, what if I’ve got the wrong person ?
Oh! to fall in love with someone I can’t have in the late 1900’s
I have a feeling
That I am destined to love you
Until all the stars burn out
And the galaxy is nothing
But even then
I know it will remain
For the galaxy is endless
And so are we
So maybe I’ll find a time
Where things are simple
And we fall in love together
You said you loved me, but it was only the thought of you loving me, that you loved!
how many times do I have to tell myself that I don’t matter to you and that you’re not aware of my existence and even if you’re aware,the heck you care? I keep hurting myself with the thoughts of you.
But how can I take these thoughts away if my heart longs for you?
is only a sentiment
only a memory
I wonder how sweet
your honey lips will taste
once they are no longer mine
So I have been reading a lot of really gorgeous poetry and novels lately and it’s inspired me to come back to this account and talk about it all! I thought I would start by sharing this poem by Una Marson (who is recognised as the earliest female poet of significance in West Indian literature). I haven’t read poetry like this in a while and I felt like the words were wrapping themselves around my heart, so light and loving. I would certainly recommend that you read some more of Una Marson’s poems because they are just so stunning ✨
i long for someone to hold me in a candle-lit room, while we contemplate death and our existence
I can feel literally parts of me dying every single day, I don’t care anymore, I let them die in silence.
I think of you and all I feel is nothing×
It’s like I can’t remember just how badly you broke me 💧👁️💧
Why do illustrations of mammoth steppes illicit such strong feelings in me? It’s not tied to any specific species, so I keep thinking I can ignore it, but it’s overpowering. I wonder if my osprey theriotype is a Pleistocene species rather than a modern one… but there’s no information on whether or not Pleistocene ospreys inhabited mammoth steppes, or if they stuck to the coasts.