#i miss my grandma so bad

[chrisevansmentee]

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

It was longing. That feeling in his chest as though his heart was being pulled by an invisible string.

He longed to go back there, to breathe the same air and watch the trees sway to the wind, the birds chirp a little too early, the children clapping and singing without a care in the world.

That was the only place he knew, the place where he could be himself, effortless smiles, crazy thoughts and notions, a place where he could be as free as a bird and preen under the attention he got from them.

It was his sunshine, whenever he dreamt of that place he wished it never came to an end. He wanted to go back because he loved the place but more importantly because that was where he first met her.

Her beautiful brown eyes, that lit up whenever she smiled, the crinkle on the side of her eye when she laughed, the way she’d throw her head back when she laughed real hard, the way she’d tap him lightly when she found something interesting, her graceful movement, the crease between her brows when she was curious and lastly her beautiful heart. It was there he’d met her.

Her father was the owner of the café where he liked to have breakfast; she was the one who served him that day, all smiles and curious glances. He always got that look from people and he was used to it but from her it was different, he found himself sweating and itching to talk to her, she kept her distance, only coming when he asked her to. He decided he’d had enough and he just walked to her and introduced himself. She smiled, satisfied with herself and shook his hand. He thought her voice was beautiful, her hand was so soft and had some scars he wished he could trace but he retreated and settled for a smile. She looked at him knowingly and gave him another cup of coffee on the house. That day when he walked out of that place he knew she was the one. She was his sunshine.

Every day, he’d go there, talk with her, forget his orders and get a free cup of coffee. With time, he started coming with gifts, flowers and those things he thought she’d love and oh holy angels! She loved them, she’d hug him tight and in her true fashion she’d give him coffee on the house.

The night they went to dinner, she initiated it, she took his hand and they walked to a beautiful building where all kind of cuisines were served and they sat and talked and talked and talked till all the customers left and the place closed. That night when he walked her to her doorstep and she smiled shyly and kissed him on the cheek, he knew it was her.

After three months of seeing each other, they decided to take things to the next level, where they’d normally hold hands and smile, they traded kisses and long stares. He knew he wanted to continue life with her. His life had been dark but the moment she stepped in, everything brightened up.

God how much he loved her.

He stayed back because of her. He left the big city and moved to the country side,  he loved the country more. Who would pass up an opportunity to eat fresh food, enjoy serenity and just feel at peace leaving the noisiness of New York behind? Who would? So he stayed back and they built a business and a family and it was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

It was funny really, how one moment people were alive and well beside you and the next moment they were gone, they would go to sleep and never wake you up with their beautiful singing.

She wasn’t ill, she was healthy, and she just slept forever, no goodbyes, nothing.

He had to find out from the mortician that she was pregnant, she didn’t even know.

Those were the scariest two years of his life, he’d dream so many dreams of them running up and down the hills and then she’d disappear, sometimes, she’d sing him to sleep and the moment he’s asleep it as if he was drowning under water.

One night before he moved out, he dreamt he held her in his arms but when he woke, he was mistaken and he hung his head and cried.

So when he passed through that particular building, it reminded him of her and that night when they lay under the stars and made promises to each other, she taught him another language and she held his hands and let him trace the scars.

He found himself missing her all over again, missing the way she seemed to make all his worries disappear, missing the way he put a smile on her face.

And one morning, he was tired of longing for her when he could just be with her.

So he did it, he hung himself and died.

[chrollohearttags]

this na’ziyah harris case has been tearing me up so bad and I just can’t get over it. it’s so heartbreaking but not surprising how older black women will coddle predators but villify young black girls for things they have no control over. even if it’s never been to the extent of full SA, I feel like a majority of us in the community at some point has experienced predatory behavior from an older man or being called ‘fast’ or ‘grown’ simply because we developed faster. and the moms, aunties, grannies, etc blamed us for what a grown adult has done or said. not to mention this sick bastard gave a 4 y/o VD and hurt his own daughter (I couldn’t specify if it was the same child but either way it’s disgusting) ik they’re turning his nasty ass every way but loose in that fucking cell but it still doesn’t change the fact that he stole all of these poor babies’ innocence and na’ziyah’s life. I really hate how our ppl move sometimes man…that whole family failed her and I pray one day she can be found and laid to rest 💔

[rookflower]

ok, new apprentice pov officially confirmed!

[livingproofoftbd]

drandma calling and singing happy birthday to dream while they were recording will always make me cry its so fucking sweet

dream: "i saw you calling and had to answer"

[mustangs-flames]

making a lot of mac and cheese tomorrow. a hell of a lot

[littlestsnicket]

i desire a new winter coat but the idea of shopping for one fills me with sadness. it’s snowing in an icky wet way but thanksgiving cactus!

[ilonacho]

pompeii bastille fills me with such longing for days that are long gone

[atopvisenyashill]

Since it's summer and hot as fuck what ice cream, smoothie, and popsicle flavors would asoiaf characters like?

first of all yes it IS hot as fuck my god i have to walk like a mile to work (and a mile back obviously) and it always feel like so much longer because i'm walking along a busy street that has NO FUCKING TREES it's hell, there is never any goddamn cloud coverage, i smell so fucking bad by the time I get to work alksjdf

ANYWAYS.

Sansa - obvious answer here is something lemony, I think she'd really like a nice, sweet lemon sorbet

Arya - arya actually also likes lemons, but given she's younger and also Siblings Don't Like Copying Each Other, i think she'd like orange creamsicle stuff. like you know that new wendy's frosty? i think she'd bankrupt ned eating those

Robb - robb is a good boy and he likes rocky road because it's an easy flavor that everyone has no matter where they go but it's also Not A Boring Flavor so he doesn't look like a square

Theon - theon will tell everyone that he really likes pistachio ice cream (because nuts, yes he does always make ball jokes) but in actuality he's a lil instagram girlie and he goes fucking wild for those delicate flower flavored things like lavender, rose, hibiscus, etc, and no one but robb and sansa know

Tyrion - he strikes me as a rum flavor guy, I remember him commenting a lot on the taste of the ales and beers and how he likes them a lil thick, so I bet he'd love a thick rum ice cream smoothie that you gotta go crazy on the straw with

Stannis - he likes french vanilla. sometimes he adds a cherry.

Davos - this is me projecting but since he grew up poor, i'm giving him part of my grandma's life (lmao) where the Local Sweet Shop lets his mom bring home leftovers so he hates most common flavors now bc that was dinner BUT he goes ham on a regional flavor. you know like the superman flavor in the midwest or tiger tail in canada, hokey pokey in i think australia? something like that that's a swirl of three really weird flavors

Shireen - she goes for sundaaaaaes baby, she loves getting funky with it with Patchface. Every time they go in one of those ice cream shops where you can add a million toppings, she loses her mind and spends like $40 for the two of them

Brienne - Butterscotch and she gets so self conscious whenever people are like "isn't that just caramel" NO there's an important flavor difference!

Catelyn - something maple flavored that was really easy to get in the riverlands but because they don't have that sort of tree in the north, it's a rare treat.

[mxwhore]

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Soobin’s character’s parents confirmed

[clits-and-clips]

Bought a squishmallow to cuddle at night so I dont squish my teddy I got from my grandma anymore

[faggadget]

i hate tool post for aria

[yoshistory]

the perspective of looking at new jersey apartments again makes me glad im living where im at now, honestly ... ^^ ''

[notadventuring]

i kind of want to draw more arlefuri but also i want to draw a lil clorivia

[mbat]

i think ive been a little bit depressed lately

[pebblezone]

I need more haters I need violence and fighting