The light through the window makes her feel warm. The piano song is sweet and peaceful. Her chest breaths calmed. Everything feels cozy, like waking up in the morning after a soft dream.
Penelope remembers the first time she entered the house. The smell, their friendship, the kidness of the words she found there. She never knew a home can feel like this.
She figure out that a place in her heart was there waiting for that moment. She felt in love of all of them.
She loves them still. Even when she doesn't have the right words to describe it. Even if sometimes she wasn't able to said it at laud.
She never knew what a home was before that day.
They share it with her because their kindness.
They're so nice and beautiful. They look like a paint. The smiles in their faces make her feel like an stranger. They look so happy together. He looks happy again.
It something there she can't reach. A feeling of being there and not being there really. Like she's watching the scene from outside, like an spectator in a theatre. She doesn't belong there.
The music takes her to another time. Another life, but with the same dream. To have a home, not a house with empty walls and without noises. To be loved. To feel desired.
She always wanted to know how he feels to belong to someone. To a family, specially one like this one.
His smile makes her remember other smiles. The first time he saw this boy smile her heart felt out of her body. Now, she feels she cannot breath. She doesn't want to. She would love to be froze here, in this moment, and never let go.
Now, she feels like she took his smile from him.
A sad and at the same time warm feeling full her chest. This is all she ever wanted, but it's not hers. Maybe was a beautiful dream but she needs to wake up now.
She needs to give up the house of her dreams and to build a new one, a real one. Because it can't be a home if she doesn't belong there.
Even if it's not a perfect house, it will have love and laughs, it will have a family, and it will be hers.
It will be theirs.
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hi!
um
yeah
notes goal post
because i really need motivation
(i stole some of these but shhhhh)
if this post gets 50 notes i'll drink water right now
100 i'll go to bed at midnight for the rest of the week
200 i'll actually do my laundry
500 i'll take a shower every day for the rest of the week
1,000 i'll brush my teeth every night for a full week
2,000 i'll stop binding for an unhealthy amount of time for a full week
3,000 i'll start actually wearing my ankle braces consistently
4,000 i'll eat breakfast every day for the rest of the week
5,000 i'll stop binding while sleeping
6,000 i'll stop wearing earrings i'm allergic to for a full week
7,000 i'll start doing makeup again
8,000 i'll stop eating chocolate for the rest of the week
9,000 i'll make my autodale masks
10,000 i'll touch grass every day for the rest of the month
11,000 i'll water my plants twice a week for the rest of the month
12,000 i'll put on my lotion when i need to for a full week
13,000 i'll eat at least two meals every day for the rest of the week
14,000 i'll finish my water bottle every day for a full week
15,000 i'll write more for forest files
18,000 i'll clean out my backpack
19,000 i'll take my vitamins every day for the rest of the week
20,000 i'll finish my stained glass project
21,000 i'll go to bed before midnight for the rest of the week
22,000 i'll do my summer reading
23,000 i'll move the knife out of my room
24,000 i'll eat three meals every day for three days
25,000 i'll stop purposefully triggering myself for a full week
50,000 i'll try my best to stay clean for two full weeks
i'll probably add more goals if this somehow get past 5k, but there it is for now :)
spam allowed
tagging allowed
ummm the deadline is halloween
*thumbs up*
go for it
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and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.
hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.
but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you
“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me
“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.
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