#yes. every single one. not a stone gone unturned. Everything i can find. i am investigating.

[orcelito]

Yet again feeling guilty for not having written in weeks, but my brain is filled primarily with thoughts of "I can't wait to explore more in BG3" and "wow I miss my girlfriend I want to see her"[saw her literally 3 times last week & spent all Friday evening and Saturday morning with her] "wow if only I could see my girlfriend :("

[deans-baby-momma]

Seeking Mercy-Chapter 10

A/N: FINALLY!!!! Guys, I’m so sorry that it has taken this long to get this posted but I actually didn’t feel like getting online yesterday at all. But good news, I think I’m gonna live! LOL And without further adieu, here is the final chapter of Seeking Mercy, the last part to the Falling Series. Enjoy!

TWO YEARS LATER

Dean and his family had left no stones unturned when it came to warding the house he had bought for Y/N and the kids. Every day for months she would find a new sigil hidden somewhere, always out of sight in case she ever hosted a non-hunter visit.

He took every chance he could get to come and see Mavelin and his visits soon turned into the little girl going and spending time at the Bunker. Y/N could see the distrust and pain in her ex’s eyes. He couldn’t even seem to stand to say more than 10 words to her. And it was all her fault.

Y/N blamed no one but herself for how her life had turned out. She fell into the temptation of her brother-in-law, although she had a loving husband then became afflicted with guilt after Dean was injured and she continued with the affair, getting pregnant along the way.

She knew the moment-the second- that she lied to Dean about the paternity of her son that her time as his wife was close to coming to an end. She had deluded herself to think that she’d ever get away with such a giant bluff.

Mavelin is now 3 1/2 years old and is very much a Daddy’s girl. She insists on wearing flannels and jeans everyday and instead of playing with dolls and Barbies, she would rather take her brother’s toys apart to see how they work. She is pretty good at putting them back together also.

The little girl has yet to realize that when her Daddy comes to pick her up that he never brings her brother along, thank god! Y/N isn’t ready to have that conversation, to try and explain in terms a toddler could understand that her daddy isn’t her brother’s daddy. It’s sometimes too much for her to even comprehend.

How could she have done that to Dean? The one man she vowed to love and honor, cherish and obey; the man she worked so hard on tearing down his walls and getting him to let her in. And she just threw it away, like the pledges she made were just words that could be erased.

Y/N watches Dean back the Impala out of her driveway, waving at the little girl sitting so proudly in the backseat. This whole week Dean is going to have Mavelin at the Bunker. Apparently one of their old hunting colleagues, Eileen, is back and her and Sam are getting pretty serious. 

Y/N only knows this because Mary still calls and texts to check up on her. She doesn’t understand why because it was the woman’s own son that Y/N hurt, but Mary insists she wants to stay in contact. Mary is the one who told Y/N of Adam’s untimely death at the hands of a demon.

Mary is also the one that told Y/N how Dean is, how he has thrown his all into hunting down and defeating Chuck, who is apparently God now and is kinda evil. Y/N thinks back to the capricious and kooky writer they’d met years ago. Who knew that he would turn out to be such a malevolent being.

Her two-year-old son runs into the back of her legs as she watched the sleek black car that she loved so much disappear down the street, wishing she could go back in time to where she’d be inside the cab ready to take on whatever, next to her husband.

“Hey Max, looks like it’s just me and you for a week,” she says as she picks up her son.

“Sissy?”

“She’s gone to see her grandma and uncle,” Y/N tells the child. “She’ll be back Sunday evening.”

“Mommy?” Mavelin asks one night, weeks later, as she is getting put down for bed. “Is Maddox my real brother?”

“What?!” Y/N asked incredulously. “Of course he is your real brother. What makes you think he’s not?”

“I heard Gamma and Daddy talking one night when I was staying with him. Daddy said that Maddox isn’t his son,” the girl explained. “I didn’t mean to eaffsdrop but I was thirsty and wanted some water. Gamma was washing dishes and Daddy was at the table and they was talking. So I thought if Max isn’t Daddy’s then how is he my brother?”

Y/N blows out a breath of air and sits on the edge of the bed beside her daughter. “Listen honey, first off, you know it’s not polite to eavesdrop. You should’ve let you Daddy know you were thirsty instead of listening to adult conversations. 

And, no your Daddy is not Maddox’s Daddy but Maddox is your real brother. I am his Mommy just like I am yours. Okay?”

“Who is Max’s daddy?” Mavelin asks, her green eyes looking up at Y/N inquiringly.

“That little miss,” Y/N begins, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Is a conversation for later. Much, much later.”

“Does ‘e love Max? Like my Daddy loves me.”

“Like I said, a conversation for another time, when you are older. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day, it’s your birthday! I love you.” That earned an ear-to-ear smile from Mavelin.

“Wuv you too Mommy.”

The next morning, Y/N is running around trying to get the house in order before the Winchesters arrive. It’s Mavelin’s 4th birthday and Y/N has planned a small party for her daughter. Mary is bringing Winchester Surprise and Sam is supposed to pick up the cake from Wal-Mart. Y/N also knew that Dean was going to be here and was preparing herself. The two of them hadn’t spent more than 30 minutes together since the break-up. She just hoped they could be civil to one another for Mavelin’s sake.

The doorbell rings and Mavelin jumps up. “I got it!”

“Mavelin Winchester! You know you are not allowed to answer the door.”

“Yes, Mommy,” the little girl responds deflated.

Y/N looks out the window and sees Mary standing on the terrace with a dish in her hands. But what astonishes her is the massive amount of gifts that Dean is holding behind his Mom.

She hurriedly opens the door with a smile on her face.

“Hi. Come on in.”

Mary returns her smile and steps in the door and heads for the kitchen. Y/N watches Dean try to maneuver around without dropping a single package.

“Want some help?” Y/N asks timidly.

“I got it,” Dean huffs as he steps over the threshold about the same time that the top present begins to teeter and fall off the pile. Thankfully Y/N’s reflexes are still competent enough that she is able to catch it before it hits the ground.

Dean looks around the massive stack and smiles sheepishly at her. “Or not. Thanks.”

“No problem,” Y/N answers. She directs Dean to place the presents in the front room for Mav to open after dinner.

Before she and Dean can just stand there awkwardly Sam bursts through the door with the cake box in his hands. “Cake’s here!”

That evening, for the first time in a very long time, Y/N feels like she is once again a part of the WInchesters; that everything with Adam has disappeared and the family is plainly celebrating a birthday. It is a good day; one that none of them seems to want to end.

All three of the oldest Winchesters putter around, lingering even after the kids go down for the night.  Even Dean seems to find things to check on to keep from leaving. Y/N offers everyone a drink and while Dean and his brother are re-checking the warding one more time, Mary and Y/N sit at the kitchen table.

It was quiet until Mary speaks, almost in a whisper to where neither of the guys can hear her.

“Do you still love him? Dean, I mean.”

Y/N looks at her mother-in-law in shock. That is the last question she expected to hear.

“Yes, of course,” she answers truthfully. “I’ll never stop loving him.”

Mary smiles and opens her mouth to respond at the same time the guys walk into the room.

“All set,” Sam tells them while Dean hesitates near the doorway. “Everything looks good. You’re still safe and sound.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Y/N says with a smile.

Not long after, the Winchesters bid a goodbye to her and Y/N watches as they climb in the Impala to leave.

That night she cries herself to sleep for the first time in the two years since Dean sent her away.

Y/N had just finished cutting up some fruit for Maddox when she hears a knock on the front door.

Wiping off her hands, she walks toward the front of the house, looking out the window near the door. She sees the Impala in the driveway and is shocked. Mavelin is back at the Bunker so why is Dean knocking on her door? Maybe their daughter had forgotten to pack something or had accidentally left something behind.

She opens the door slowly, looking out at the man she loves. Before she can ask why he is here, he speaks up.

“Y/N,” Dean’s questions, his voice faint. “I need to talk to you.”

A/N2: Okay guys, I’m not that much of a bitch. LOL There will be an epilogue posted Monday (8/10) by noon.

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[alifeleadsimply]

How to feel more in control when you are a newly single mama

A few days ago, I read that a mommy whom I have been following for a while now is newly separated, waiting for their divorce to come through. She has two small kids, and although she never said it, I could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes in every photo she posted. Yes, even in the ones where she was laughing.

This was a bit triggering for me, for a few reasons.

Firstly, I remember those first few days and weeks and months when I was forced to go at it alone. I remember the overwhelm, the anxiety. Back then, my co-parent was living across the world from us, so when I say I was doing it alone I am not exaggerating.

Secondly, the pang of loneliness hit me. In those first stages of breaking up, you feel acutely alone. Even when surrounded by people who care for you. The breakup of a marriage is much more than just the end of a relationship. You lose a bit of yourself, in some cases, you lose your entire identity. Trying to find the pieces to put back together can be a daunting task, especially when you are already exhausted trying to stay upright for your kids.

Thirdly, I remember feeling severely misunderstood. Although some statistics and stories were similar to mine, I did not care to be generalised, and neither did I like it if my marriage and the subsequent split were generalised. We were people, with unique needs and dreams and desires. From the comments to her post where she broke the news of their pending divorce, I could tell that most people only know how to offer these general, shallow platitudes, and I could practically hear her scream that that was not what she wanted to hear.

But more than anything, I realised that I have gone through these waters and survived. Not only survived but in so many aspects thrived. And I have the experience and knowledge to help newly single mamas like her to get through their own storm quicker, with less damage. To get through it and out the other side, and to start to heal on the way.

My one-year anniversary as a single mama

5 Things you need to know to be a successful single mama

Today, I can confidently say that I am over my ex, have figured out my life as best I can, and I am happy. I am rebuilding my life the way I want it. Overwhelm? Sure, at times. But nothing compared to the beginning. What has changed? The natural flow of time definitely helped, but there were a few other things I did that helped me put the pieces back together, in the shape that I wanted them to go.

Newly single mom? Get my survival checklist!

Things you can start to help you feel more in control and to make the healing process a bit easier:

Write it down.

I am not a journaler, I don’t have the discipline nor the lifestyle to sit down daily and write down how I feel. What I did was document every time I had a big feeling, whether positive or negative. I would keep track of it in my day planner, never going into too much detail. Just what I felt and quickly what happened that triggered the feeling. Most days had little to no severe ups or downs, so documenting these feelings made me recognise patterns and definite triggers, making it easier to steer clear of situations or people that had a negative effect on me, or seeking out those ones that made me feel good. Writing things down also helped me make sense of my situation and how I felt in it. I highly recommend that you put pen to paper and get those feelings out, how often or in whichever way you feel comfortable.

Another point I wish to add here: if you do seek professional help, you can take your writings with you as a point of reference. So often when we are asked to name specific incidents or feelings we draw a blank – this is your cheat card out of that.

Communicate and share.

The first thing I did was gather my people. I had lost so many deep friendships over the course of my marriage that it took wilful determination to get these relationships back on track. That looked like me being vulnerable and fragile in front of people who, I think, at first were a bit confused. After time, they started to share back and now I can say I have more than a handful of very close friends. But these relationships took work. I encourage you to seek out your tribe and share with them even when it hurts to say the words out loud. These people are the ones who will invite you over on the first weekend that your kids go to their dad, or listen to you vent when the lawyers make your life difficult. They are also the people who will keep you from doing something stupid like drunk dialling your ex, or jumping into a relationship just because you don’t want to be alone.

Surrender and search.

Just give in. Feel the grief. Mourn the loss. Cry, weep, sob. Then when you have laid everything bare, look up at God and see His loving kindness. Fall into His arms and allow Him to comfort you. Look for Him and you will find Him. My best tip? Prayer. All. The. Time. The. Whole. Day.

Where is God in single parenthood?

Create routines.

Finding a new normal is difficult, and frankly – it hurts. Going from the known to the unknown takes work and a lot of suppressed tears, so my best advice would be to do it quickly. Much like plucking off a Band-Aid – do it without pause.  The moment you walk out and find yourself on your own, stop doing the things the way you always used to do them. Explain to the kids that this is a new adventure, and you get to write the story. Design your day according to your needs and your abilities, create routines that work for you and your new life. Then stick to them. By creating and sticking to routines you bring structure into a world that was turned upside down, creating calm amidst all the chaos. You give the kids, and yourself, a framework so that they, and you, know what to expect and when. This gives them certainty and will make your life a lot easier.

How to make life easier as a single mama

Simplify your life now

Be still and wait.

So often our way of dealing with hurt is to get a crutch. The best advice I got was that I had a free pass to be a mess for a year. During that year, I was allowed to wallow and not wash my hair and feel sorry for myself at times. But this free pass expired 365 days after day 0, and then I had to have my life in order. Being a mess does not mean relying on crutches to get through it, so if you are turning to alcohol (or drugs), new relationships or any other obsessive behaviour YOU NEED TO STOP. You are not doing yourself or your kids any good. And while you are in this season, don’t wish it away. Do the work, sort out your feelings, find your identity and work out what you want in life. Then when your free pass has expired you will be ready to face life, head-on, and stronger than before.

Reflect and question.

Question everything. Leave no stone unturned – ask why your relationship didn’t work. What went wrong. What went right. Why did things happen the way they did. Question your own childhood, deal with any traumas that might have happened. Heal old wounds. Make sure you will not repeat the same mistakes – life is too short to do that. By reflecting on the past you can help shape a healthier future. A wise man once told me the way you leave a previous relationship is the way you will enter into a new one. Make sure any possibility of future happiness is guaranteed by dealing with the past.

Learning to accept myself as a single mom

Get out there and try new things.

Notice how I said new things and not new people Find new hobbies. That thing you always wanted to try but were too scared, or could not find the time, or whatever the reason/excuse was – now is the time. Try it, if you don’t like it you can ditch it. If you do like it? Well, hello new you, welcome! Put yourself out there and meet new people. Be interesting and fun-loving. But a word of caution: be careful of opening yourself up to dating too soon. You first need to get over your heartbreak and anger before you can allow yourself to find love again. Don’t fool yourself by thinking you are only doing it for fun – often relationships start on a foundation of trauma or hurt, and then we are surprised later on when they fall apart. Be whole, and then start to date.

The tip? When it feels good, not forced or uncomfortable or you feel shame, then you are ready to get back into the dating pool. Until then, try your hand at crocheting or rock climbing.

Dating after divorce

Look after yourself.

Self-care is a drum that has been beaten to death, but that does not make it less true or less important. You need to look after yourself in order to be the most and best you can be for your kids and to get through those first few months sane and intact. Remember, you get that free pass for the year to be a mess, to not shave or not wash your hair. Luckily self-care isn’t solely based on physical appearance. Focus on getting to know YOU, the real you, the one that was buried in a marriage, in being mom, in being a wife. Spend time with that person, eat ice cream in bed and drink champagne in the bath with that person. Go for walks. Introduce that person to your kids and your friends and your dog. Do what you need to do to look after the whole you.

Address the “I” in parenting

Why you need to prioritise me-time, especially if you are parenting alone

Value your time and boundaries.

This is something I still struggle with, although a lot less than I did initially. I am a pleaser, and I am betting my hat that you are too. Now, you have one less person to please, but you are feeling fragile and alone so instead of saying no to things you don’t want to do, you say yes out of a feeling of guilt (usually your family or tribe – how can you say no when they are doing so much for you?) or shame (if I say no they will read more into it than they should, or they will think I am weak) or even because you still don’t understand that you are more than enough. Let me tell you this, I wish someone had told me this at the beginning: your kids will not suffer if you say no to things you don’t want to do. Even if those things involve them. You are not adding to their burden or making their trauma worse. And secondly – if people are nice and supportive to you because they want it to be paid back, they are not the right people to have in your life. Refer to point 2 as well as point 7 – find a new tribe.

Boundaries are a good way of protecting yourself and your new family unit. Building your no’s into these boundaries will quickly get you to a point where you no longer feel guilty for using that small yet powerful word. Remember, this is your new life, and you are in control.

Help your kids cope with separation/divorce

Seek professional help.

Lastly, realise that asking for help doesn’t make you weak. It reveals a strength far greater than you will ever be able to grasp. Going through a divorce can be likened to facing death. Death of your marriage, death of the person you were before the relationship, death of the person you were in the relationship, death of all the hopes and dreams you had. Grieving this can be debilitating, and again – the way you leave your previous relationship is the way you enter into any new ones. Find someone you can talk to and who can objectively give you insights and advice. Friends are great for listening, but often we need a bit more. There are many cost-effective ways of seeing a therapist, including virtual sessions, seeing someone at your local church, going to support groups or even finding a virtual group. Reach out.

Asking for help doesn’t make you weak – it reveals strength, even when you don’t feel strong

Time is a great healer, but only if you commit to doing the work. Following an ostrich-approach will not get you anywhere – you cannot ignore the problem with the hopes that it will disappear. You need to face the fact that you are now a single mama, deal with the grief, and rebuild your life (using some if not all of the tips above). You owe being happy to yourself as much as to your kids, so go be happy.

To the mama who is facing the death of a marriage, I know it hurts. Even if it was your choice. I can tell you it won’t be easy, but it is possible. Get up. Make the choice. Just start. You have got this.

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[icharchivist]

LAVEN PLS

SEND ME A SHIP OR CHARACTER AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT SONG(S) I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM!

m an the Laven stuff, it’s been a while!!!

I’ll do my best!

Edit: 1/04/2019: Revamped it with new songs  too o/

under cut soo i can add some later:

Nearly Witches (Ever Since we Met) - Panic! At the Disco

How does a heart love, if no one has noticed its presence And where does it go? Trembling hands play my heart like a drum, But the beat’s gotten lost in the showYou have set your heart  on haunting me Forever from the start, It’s never silent

Crooked Kind - Radical Face

So, collect your scars and wear ‘em well,Your blood’s a good an ink as any.Go scratch your name into the cloudsAnd pull ‘em all… down.The thunder plays it’s drumThe air is heavy with the smell of stormsAnd I sit beside my brother and I feel him shakeAs he laughs himself right back to sleepAnd I’m laughin’ with him, but I smell their bloodMy finger’s trace their faces in the woodI hear their voices somewhere in my bonesI feel them sing along when I’m aloneWhen I’m not too frightened that is when I know

Beautiful Words - The Afters

Have we been running round in circles, Missing all that we could beYou say it’s not too lateWe are words, on pages that we’ve left unturnedAn ending no one’s ever heardWe are a story slowly unfolding, Beautiful words(…) And you could melt away this winterNow we’re starting over, We will see it’s not too lateThat last when everything else has passedEven when the stars are goneI know every single beautiful word that we were will live on

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you.No, I don’t want to fall in love(this girl is only gonna break your heart) with youWhat a wicked game you play to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you (…)No, I wanna fall in love with you

Wash it all Away - Hypnogaja

I’m trying to find my way, But every direction looks the sameUnmasking all my fears, Have I been lost for all these years?And I say baby pleaseCan you come down and take away all of the painCan you come down to ease me and wash it all away(…) Dreams die and fade awayBut time will bring another day(…) I hear you call my nameBut will you hear me when I say?

Golden Days - Panic! At the Disco

Oh don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?And the clock just makes the colors turn to greyForever younger growing older just the sameAll the memories that we make will never changeWe’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remainAnd I swear that I’ll always paint you Golden days!Time can never break your heartBut It’ll take the pain awayRight now our future’s certainI won’t let it fade away

Samson - Regina Spektor

Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truthI have to go, I have to goYour hair was long when we first metSamson went back to bedNot much hair left on his headHe ate a slice of wonder bread, and went right back to bedAnd history books forgot about us and the Bible didn’t mention usAnd the Bible didn’t mention us, not even onceYou are my sweetest downfallI loved you first, I loved you firstBeneath the stars came fallin’ on our headsBut they’re just old light, they’re just old lightYour hair was long when we first met

Venus - Sleeping At Last

At first I thought you were a constellation.I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation:You’re as beautiful as endless,You’re the universe I’m helpless in.An astronomer at my bestWhen I throw away the measurements.Like a telescope, I will pull you so close, 'til no space lies in between.And suddenly I see you.I was a billion little pieces, 'til you pulled me into focus.Astronomy in reverse, It was me who was discovered.

Neptune - Sleeping at Last

I’m only honest when it rainsIf I time it right, the thunder breaksWhen I open my mouth, I wanna tell you but I don’t know howI’m only honest when it rainsAn open book, with a torn out page and my inks run outI wanna love you but I don’t know how

I Found - Amber Run

And I’ll use you as focal pointSo I don’t lose sight of what I wantAnd I’ve moved further than I thought I couldBut I miss you more than I thought I wouldOh I’ll use you as a warning signThat if you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mindAnd I found love where it wasn’t supposed to beRight in front of me, talk some sense to me

Slow and Steady - Sleeping At Last

we’ve learned to brace for the worstand to read the last pages first, surrender feels safe.but we can’t dream when we’re wide awake or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.(…) faith is expensive to taste, and time is borrowed loose change that’s already been spent. maybe the soul is the tone of voice that unearthed the words that we needed…

Help - Hurts

‘Cause I know what I’ve been missingAnd I know that I should tryBut there’s hope in this admissionAnd there’s freedom in your eyes(..) But when I hear you call my nameI whisper the word that I never thought I’d ever say(..)I can feel the darkness comingAnd I’m afraid of myselfCall my name and I’ll come running‘Cause I just need some help

Junior - Stateless

You say that these are nothing more than wordsBut they’re all words from old songs (..)All this talk of war is it everydayHatred resides in a fitful mind and I don’t want to live that wayYou leave between the stepping stones of life, Be careful not to slip nowYou’re too young to dieYour blood is full of energy, There’s fire in your eyesBut these people aren’t your enemy. The truth gets disguised All this talk of war is it everydayNow it’s raging inside, and the bullets are flyingCan’t find a good enough reason why(…)Don’t make your mind a prison cell 

Like the Dawn - The Oh Hello’s

And like the dawn you broke the dark and my whole earth shook(…)You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seenYour skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kingsAnd like the dawn you woke the world inside of meYou were the brightest shade of sun when I saw youAt last, and you will surely be the death of meBut how could I have known?

All I Need - Within Temptation

I’m here on the edge again, I wish I could let it goI know that I’m only one step away from turning it aroundCan you still see the heart of me?All my agony fades away when you hold me in your embraceDon’t tear me down for all I need, Make my heart a better placeGive me something I can believeDon’t tear it down, what’s left of me, Make my heart a better placeI tried many times but nothing was realMake it fade away, don’t break me downI want to believe that this is for realSave me from my fear, Don’t tear me down

Faster - Within Temptation

I can’t see, cause it’s burning deep inside. Like gasoline, a fire running wild.No more fear, cause I’m getting closer now. So unreal, but I like it anyhow. (..) And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.And I can’t live in a fairytale of lies.I can feel that you’ve mesmerized my heart.I feel so free. I’m alive, I’m breaking out.I won’t give in, cause I’m proud of all my scars.And I can see I’ve been wasting too much time.

Utopia - Within Temptation

The burning desire to live and roam freeIt shines in the dark and it grows within meYou’re holding my hand but you don’t understandSo where I am going you won’t be in the endI’m dreamin’ in colours, of getting the chanceDreamin’ of trying the perfect romanceThe search of the door to open your mindIn search of the cure of mankind(…) Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia?How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?I’m searching for answers not given for freeThey’re hurting inside is there life within meYou’re holding my hand but you don’t understandSo you’re taking the road all alone in the end

Salvation - Skillet

All alone, lost in this abyss, crawling in the darkNothing to wet my longing lips, And I wonder where you areAre you far? will you come to my rescue?Am I left to die? but I can’t give up on you I feel you keeping me alive, You are my salvationTouch you, taste you, feel you here,I feel you keeping me alive You are my salvation, Hold me, heal me, keep me nearMy heart will burn for you, It’s all I can doBeen out from under who I am, and who I want to beHeld you tightly in my hands, Why are we unraveling?Was it me? will you come to my rescue?Or did I push to far when I turned my back on you?

Fire And Fury - Skillet

If I freeze you are the flame, You melt my heart, I washed in your rain, I know You’ll always have the best of me Destiny’s got a hold on me, Guess I never knew love like love knows me‘Cause I need to feel you here with meI will burn, I will burn for you, with fire and furyMy heart hurts, my heart hurts for youYour love burns within me, With fire and fury Let it all fall down to dust, Can’t break the two of usWe are the safe in the strength of love, You can stop the aching, 'Cause you’re the one I need

Hold me tight or don’t - Fall Out Boy

I never really feel a thing, I’m just kinda too frozeYou were the only one that even kinda came closeI just pinch myself, No longer comatose, I woke up, no luck(…) This isn’t how our story ends, So hold me tight, or don’tI got too high again, realized I can’t not be with youOr be just your friend, I love you to deathBut I just can’t, I just can’t pretend We were lovers firstConfidants but never friends, Were we ever friends?

I Walk The Line - Halsey

I keep a close watch on this heart of mineI keep my eyes wide open all the timeI keep the ends out for the tie that bindsBecause you’re mine, I walk the lineI find it very, very easy to be trueI find myself alone when each day is throughYes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for youBecause you’re mine, I walk the lineYou’ve got a way to keep me on your sideYou give me cause for love that I can’t hideFor you I know I’d even try to turn the tide

My Indigo - My Indigo

Ink burns on the page, blue to blackBut words are fireproof, can’t take backWhile the memory’s aliveWhen there’s pennies on our eyes, we’ll never restCan we take a second now, To rain down the heavy storm that’s in our chestYou don’t have to love me, There’s one thing you should knowMy love will not unravel, It’s unconditionalEven when the heart won’t let me show, you don’t have to say to let me know

Say (All I Need) - OneRepublic

Do you know where your heart is? Do you think you can find it?Did you trade it for something, somewhere, better just to have it?Do you know where your love is? Do you think that you lost it?You felt it so strong but nothings Turned out how you want itWell bless my soul, You’re a lonely soulCause you wont let go, Of anything you holdWell all I need is the air I breathe, And a place to rest my headDo you know what your fate is? And are you trying to shake it?You’re doing your best and your best lookYou’re praying that you’ll make it

Ghost Town - Radical Face

I seen more places than I can nameAnd over time they all start to look the sameBut it ain’t that truth we chase, No, it’s the promise of a better placeBut all this time, I been chasin’ down a lie, and I know it for what it isBut it beats the alternatives, So I’ll take the lieI still miss you, There’s no goin’ home with a name like mineI still dream of you, But everyone knowsIf you can, let it go

That was harder than expected @.@ but I hope you like it ❤

Take care!