Dwoality2123 - Dwoality

Why is no one writing a fanfic about Su-ho reading all of the messages that Si-Eun left when he was in a coma?

Father said, "you have to draw it out a bit. Like, making a line from the first letter to the next. Here, look. "Uuuuuuu-puh. Try, baby." The child looked at their father, in awe, in confusion, or maybe they just loved looking at their father. They turn back to the letter written on the whiteboard in front of them. A "u" and a "p" written. Their tiny hand raises to the first letter and they utter, "uh". A tiny dot marks its spot beneath the letter as the child points at the letter with their marker. The child points to the next, "puh." "Uh....puh." "Yes, baby, now draw a line from u to p." The child begins. "Uhhhhhh," the line is drawn towards the next point, its next destination, "puh. Uhh-puh. Uh-puh. Up!" "There we go!!" He littered kisses on them. "Good job, baby. Good job."

Powergoth girls

Fuyumi: Stop eating my fries. Natsuo: You left them unattended. That’s a declaration of abandonment. Fuyumi: I went to get ketchup. Natsuo: So you planned to make them better. That’s on you.

Here are my designs/re-imagined looks for Sun and Moon from FNAF Security Breach! ☀️🌙

I tried ( Ŏ艸Ŏ)

Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

When I lay on my soft mattress,

The crickets the only sounds

In the still night,

My mind journeys;

Regrets wash over me,

My heart aches.

The moon shines beyond my ceiling,

And I curl up in despair.

Six feet below the ground,

Someone rests for eternity.

Then I begin to wonder,

What of their last moments?

I wonder,

Was it loneliness they had to bear?

Paralyzed on the bed

Yearning to join the chorus of laughter outside?

Did they lie on the bed,

Hearing joyous melodies

And having no ability to join?

Was it unbearable?

Did they watch everyone walk pass

Not giving them a single glance?

Those moments that would be the last,

Was it filled with all-consuming hurt?

Had we been kinder,

Better,

Nicer,

Could it have been alleviated?

It's midnight,

I lie awake,

Thinking,

Hating myself.

I lie awake in wonder,

Did they loathe me?

That in their death bed,

I had abandoned them.

In their final minutes,

Did they cry silently?

Fully awake,

Yet unable to move an inch?

In the quiet night,

Everyone peacefully sleeping,

Did they weep

And give up?

Thinking that they will not be missed?

Thinking of their own regrets?

Thinking of what-ifs?

Thinking if they were good enough?

Were their last moments filled

With the same pain I share only a quarter of?

Or was it a peaceful goodbye

With silent wishes of a happy life?

A tear slips down my cheek,

Apologies resting on my tongue,

For only spirits to hear.

I cry regrets.

I should have done more.

Should have been better.

Selfish and cruel I am, so,

Perhaps it should have been me.

I think,

As I see pieces of you in strangers,

And fragments of happiness in my memories,

Yes, perhaps it should have been me.

I lay on my bed,

Thoughts chasing sleep away,

I dig my fingers on my scalp,

My eyes shut tight.

I writhe

To shoo the thoughts away.

Maybe it's your spirit,

Wishing vengeance upon me.

But I desperately hope,

You wear white,

And watch over me

With the same gentle embrace as I grew up in.

I love you,

That much is true.

I'm sorry,

I couldn't show it enough.

I love you,

You might doubt it.

I'm sorry,

It wasn't enough for me.