My Heart Is Broken - Tumblr Posts
My cat Molly died today. He was hit by a car. I am crying and grieving. I raised him and sung him to sleep when he was nervous on car rides. I love him so dearly and will hold him in my memories as a little troublemaker who was also the biggest source of light in my life in the past month. I am going to miss him.
Rest and sleep softly, Mollymauk the cat.
I’m gonna fucking cry.
im at a loss for words about what to say. jinri was the first korean idol i loved and of course she was the first we all lost. she was more than an idol; she stood up to the most malicious comments about her and she bravely took stances against mental health (and the stigma associated to it). she fought for equivalencies women should have in South Korea and all over the world. she was my inspiration, a hero and is now an angel.
another star in our sky
Loki season 2 episode 5 spoilers ahead.
You know what breaks my heart? Loki crying because he is scared to lose the life he has built in the TVA. Scared to lose his friends. Scared to be alone.
But you know what breaks my heart even harder? Loki unconsciously time slipping to his loved ones because he is scared to be alone and not accidentally time slipping to Thor. Because he could have done that. But he was scared and alone and he didn't think about his brother. Because he has just invaded New York and he isn't yet the Loki I adore. And now, he will never be.
cw ꪆ୧ he calls you mrs. nanami ﾉ talk of having babies + potential spoilers
you marry nanami kento at the age of twenty four.
he proposes on october eighteenth with a pink twist tie (courtesy of the owner of your favorite bakery, a pretty girl obsessed with sanrio), impulsively so, in the comfort of your tiny kitchen.
you get married on the same day — in the courthouse, in a silk white spaghetti strapped dress that does little to protect you from the harsh october cold. but your husband wraps his coat around your shoulders, gives you a sickeningly sweet smile with a blush adorning his cheeks and the tip of his nose, the ends of his ears.
“don’t worry, mrs. nanami — i’ll keep you warm.”
“kento,” you bury your face into his side as you walk down the bustling street. “you’re going to make me faint.”
you have been with him for four years, but your husband’s flirty lines make your heart skip a beat. the smiles and laughs that are reserved for you make you feel warm all over — as if you held the sun in your hands.
“then i’ll have to catch you.”
“you’re so cheesy. i love you so much.”
he smiles, those otherworldly smiles. “and i love you. eternally.”
at the age of twenty five, you travel to malaysia.
you stay in a quaint house — dark wooden floors, one too many plants, piles of books in varying languages, a record player with a stack of vinyls besides it.
and there, you dance to louis armstrong’s la vie en rose in the kitchen.
your feet are cold against the floor, but the rest of your body is on fire — blame it on the two bottles of wine or the love nanami kento executes.
there’s a wedding ring on your finger now, a pretty band your lover picked out a few weeks after wrapping the pink twist tie around you (which you keep in your nightstand, because how could you possibly part from it).
your head rests on his chest, ear above his heart.
“i wish we could stay here forever.”
he hums in agreement, sways you to the music.
“maybe we can visit again in a few years,” he starts, looks down at you when you rest your chin on his chest. “in three, maybe? for our anniversary?”
“honeymoon and anniversary in malaysia,” you smile dreamily. “that sounds perfect.”
at the age of twenty six, you buy a bigger home.
boxes are strewn around (marked with kento’s photos, which you go through because there is nothing cuter than your husband with a side part, books, plates, clothes), paintings rest against the wall, the sofas have been put in place.
your husband sits on the sofa and you sit on his lap — legs caging his strong torso, arms lazily wrapped around his neck.
“should we go with a dark blue or a light pink for the bathroom?” you ask, scratch at his undercut soothingly.
“we could do one blue one pink,” his thumb rubs a heart on your hip. “but it’s up to you at the end of the day, sweetheart.”
your eyes glimmer and his heart melts.
“i love you, mr. nanami,” you cup his face and kiss his cheek, inevitably stain his skin with a prominent red. “forever,” you kiss the tip of his nose, “and ever,” his other cheek, “and ever,” his forehead, “eternally.”
“and i, you,” he replies. “forever. eternally.”
you giggle at at the sight of your stoic husband covered in lipstick stains — some more bold than others, but pretty nonetheless. and you pass your thumb on his lip, breathlessly smile.
“i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
at the age of twenty seven, you talk about having a baby.
you’re in your sunroom — lazing on a couch, on top of your husband, taking in the golden rays of light that stream through the big windows.
nanami kento is admiring you as you watch a butterfly perch itself on a flower, a pretty pink rose.
“we should have a baby,” you mumble and his heart stops. you raise your head. “wouldn’t it be cute? to have a mini kento running around?”
it’s quiet. you can hear the crickets, the frogs, the birds singing one last song before bed.
“you want to have a baby? with me?”
“there’s no one else in the world i’d rather have a baby with, mr. nanami.”
the golden sunlight creates a halo atop your head and nanami kento has fallen in love with you all over again.
“okay, mrs. nanami — we should have a baby.”
“and we’ll love him or her, eternally.”
he smiles, gives your waist a squeeze. “eternally.”
at the age of twenty eight, your husband dies.
you break down on the front steps of your home — the home you had built with your husband, where you planned on having children and growing old.
together.
the words ijichi says don’t register in your brain.
nanami kento is dead.
your husband is gone.
“h-he wrote this for you.”
you look at the note, the piece of paper that’s quickly getting stained with your tears.
i love you. eternally
thinking simon's the type to be like "wow i can't believe this sweet little thing is all mine" while watching you sleep at night. just peaceful and feeling so safe and secure beside him.
he just sometimes can't resist reaching out and touching you, brushing a delicate finger over your hair, following the slope of your nose, the softness of your lips. he just can't believe you're real sometimes, all his. and that you love him.
and he starts to chub up in his boxers because not only are you his but you're fucking pretty. so damn pretty that it leaves his mouth dry.
he can't resist sliding a hand up your t-shirt and cupping your tits, just touching you intimately while you snooze away because you're really his and he can do that!!!! he can touch this pretty, sweet little thing beside him like this and wow!!!! that's crazy!!!!
and when you wake up, all bleary eyed and dazed and start pawing right back at him because feeling his big hands on your tits always makes you so wet for him, he will give you everything he has, every single inch of his cock, and milk as many orgasms as you need out of you because what else should he do with someone who has devoted themself to him so wholly? ):
How could I have burned paradise? // How could I? // You were never mine
Love this Evanescence song! It’s so different from the rest of their music, and the video for it is so cool. I love these lyrics as well, because its about realizing that someone you thought was yours really never was. It’s such a different topic coming from Evanescence, who mostly sings about topics other than love, so its super refreshing coming from them. This may be a little older, but it’s still awesome as ever.
SPOILER JUJUTSU KAISEN 213
SPOILER
Another chap another dead ????
Today chap 213 break my heart but I want to know.
For you our best boy Yuji-kun is dead ? (Please says no)
"My past enemies are either dead or captured, and my past friends are scattered to the winds. Now that I think about it, I am indeed an old man..."
ofmd officially over everyone :((((((
alright man its time to draw cross and epic passionately making out. 🙄
“Let’s try again
Do you recall our very first kiss?
Let’s try again.”