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Friends Aren't Supposed To Leave...
Friends aren't supposed to leave...
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on the worst of my nights when I'm crying in my room alone
I like to imagine you there comforting me ever so softly shushing me saying you hate my tears running your hand through my hair trying to soothe me
I like to imagine you holding me close to your heart rocking back and forth hoping i would focus on that just for a moment and forget the rest
I like to imagine your hands holding tightly onto mine as you listen intently to me ramble on trying to give good advice by the end of it or even just make me laugh
on the worst of my nights when I'm crying in my room alone
I like to imagine you....
And in the end Thetis sat and listened to the man she hated so much and she heard him talk of her son so amazingly and beautifully
She finally learned everything about her son who he was how he was what he felt how he did and to honor him she carved on his tomb what felt most right she carved what made Achilles Achilles
She wrote Patroclus
OKAY TUMBLR. IT'S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.
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Scars
Torture me Maim me Mutilate me For I will take that pain happily Tear me apart limb by limb Throw me to the wolves Slit my wrist or Hang me from a noose For these scars will show won't they These will show the world I hurt Pain courses through my veins Emotional scars don't matter much do they They never signify pain It's all in your head they say Those scars don't even hurt Then why does the shatter of the heart resound louder than that of glass Why do these mental scars bleed so much more than those on my hands They don't matter much But they hurt so much more Why would you worry about something that doesn't even show So hurt me physically In all the ways I've been hurt emotionally To see if they would care then And till that day comes I'll sit here in the pool Of my imaginary blood Hoping for a day They care about a broken heart As much as they care about a broken bone