#to my father

[officialbruciewayne]

My mission is to keep the light in your eyes ablaze

[borderlineangel222]

i live in constant fear of my own mind cause i dread the day it will come in terms with the fact that i’m indeed a monster just like my father.

[dazaiconfused]

Random Neil Gif Compilation partially Thru The Ages pt.1

✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD✨

[poetrybynoone]

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Sire

I use to love you

as I should

but you coiled your love so tightly, selfishly and unreachable

I gave up.

You have never known love

so I burnt in your hell

trying to find some

now I am to blame

for all your misdeads of life.

[vampyrdolll]

Don't say you need me when you leave and you leave again

[hypotheticalprose]

Psych is a truly masterful show. Unfortunately, by watching the show I have once again grown one inch closer to becoming my father.

[tbh-entp]

ENTP: i wanted flowers for my bday, so i bought flowers for my bday

INTJ: oh.... that's sad

ENTP: mom, how else am I gonna get flowers?

INTJ: someone else always buys my flowers

ENTP: right. that's mE, and DAD

[giraffeseattrees]

.

I finally had time to myself on my day off, and I thought of you. It isn't lost on me that in less than a week, the time you have been gone will be the same as the age I was when you left. There is nothing 'sweet' about sixteen.

This morning I pulled out the box of old photo albums, and after I laid out the photos across my coffee table, I read the letters that mom had wrote to you while she was away in the Philippines.

I even looked up your old address, scribbled in cursive on the front of each envelope. It's a corner store now; only three miles away according to google maps. I thought of you living there, reading the same handwritten words over 40 years ago. I wish I could ask you about them. I wish you could tell me the stories behind them. I just... wish we had more time.

Maybe it's the weather. But today feels especially hard without you here. I looked outside my windows and the clouds were too think, too low, to see the mountain behind and the ocean ahead. Just a blanket of grey.

I will pray for the sun to shine come December 4th. I hope to feel the warmth of the sun as I look up and say

i miss you.

[closertohell]

he never stops talking

stumbling around my room 

speaking of god. 

when he’s drunk his mouth is like a water fountain that misses the drain. 

words spewing from his mouth 

rolling over my deepest wounds 

and into my heart

he longs for forgiveness

because

he hasn’t done it in a while

so it’s ok

everything is not ok.

he is my father, my own blood. 

I love him and hate him 

all at the same time.  

I wish he could see

 the pain he's causing me.

his apologies fall flat

his promises are empty,

and just like that

I want to break free

from his endless monologue 

and deep deep sea

Of emotions.

my heart aches with every word

the silence is what I long to be heard.

I pray for the day

when he'll find a different way

until then, 

I'll bear the weight 

of his endless talk 

and his drunken state.

I long for the day that he’ll be sober

But until that time comes, 

I must protect my heart 

And gain some closure.

[rubyintheskywithdiamonds]

So you’re telling me I get four months straight of Pedro Pascal playing morally grey single dads?

Is this what it feels like to thrive?

[appleziel]

DC give me more of them interacting please I’m begging you

Edit: the amount of you quoting “we were the best” in the tags is giving me life

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[bitter-letter]

It is signs like these that show me how much I can make a difference. I choose to heal through my pain. I choose to love even when I am filled with resentment. I work on forgiving in spite of others’ denial instead of apologies.

[poetrybynoone]

[a-a-lost-munchkin]

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.