Terrible - Blog Posts
i just saw a post that reminded me of this but, bucky is a terrible liar. Like seriously. It's awful.
Here are some things i've noticed he does when he's lying.
- inflation in tone (he emphasizes words that Do Not need to be emphasized)
- wide eyes and nodding?? (almost as if he's trying to be sarcastic)
- he avoids the question or topic completely (aka, deflecting)
and that's all but yeah...hes a terrible liar
Hey so like whoever put this ad on tumblr (which I’m pretty sure is not satire) is going to be skinned alive in 3-5 business days because what the Hell
This is a billion times worse than the Hyundai ad that keeps popping up on my feed that opens another tab in my safari every time I try to scroll past it
THERE WAS A SPIDER IN THE SHOWER
I WAS TAKING A SHOWER AND LOOKED UP TO SEE A HUGE ASS FUCKING SPIDER!!!!!! I SCREAMED AND IT FELL ON MY FUCKING FACE FROM THE VIBRATIONS OF THE SCREAM!!!!!! I THEN SORTA FELL AND TOOK DOWN THE SHOWER CURTAIN!!!! MY HEAD HIT THE EDGE OF THE TUB!!!! IT HAS NOT BEEN A GOOD DAY!!!!!
Beauty and the Beast -Part 1
<p>A/N-I know i am a terrible terrible author but i am just posting random stuff to just try to get into the writing flow.If you like it or dont like it do send in your reviews.Please FOLLOW for more. Pairing -Draco x reader ————————————————-Soon after the war,Draco’s parents hinted at his wedding with Y/N L/N the most renowned pureblood families who fought on the winning side.He could not care less really he thought he deserved nothing better.What he did care about was about Y/N .Did she want to marry him, an ex death eater,That was one thing not even with his fortune he could afford. —-Time skip (week later)—————- A large exquisite ball was held at the manor for the L/N’s of course to announce their marriage and just as Draco was wondering he saw her ,in a ravishing black and silver gown.He had a strong urge to give her a passionate kiss but had to supress this feeling. “Looking Gorgeous as ever”,Y/N said, “ Its not good to talk about yourself all the time you know”, Draco replied with his classic smirk. “Hush now Malfoy and thank you ”, You said as you giggled.
And Just seeing her look happy, satisfied gave Draco a smile that had seemed to disappear since year 5. This smile grew wider when he realised that he was the cause.The feeling of making someone else happy and not traumatised because of the pain he had caused as a death eater was so foreign yet comforting- it was bliss. “M'Lady, Shall you Honour me with the first dance?”, Draco said kissing Y/N’s small hand. “Of course Draco”, she said with a small smile. ——Draco’s POV—— She danced effortlessly.The way our bodies moved together in perfect sync feet moving at the right moment.As if we were one.She is so different from the other girls I had known, she does not want to be with me because i belong to the richest families known to the. Wizarding world or because of the way i look.She doesnt worship me, she looks and treats me like an equal. And now, after the war she does not look at me with Pity. She is all I will ever need. And just her touch gives me a sense of wholeness I never imagined existed. —–Y/N’s POV—– I always believed Draco to be a better person. I know for a fact that he is not a snarky,Egoistic person but someone softer. Times change people so much. —–3rd Person POV—- The two had feeling for each other.It was much more than just love, after just one meeting they both trust one another with their lives.And that is what matters the most.
Mi corazón no volvió a ser el mismo
Ni te vi igualito con aquel cariño.
Mi confianza destruiste
Y aun así te reiste.
Qué cínico eres, me destruiste
Mi corazón partiste,
Y me heriste.
Todavía te amo, que es el chiste... :((
Hora 3:36 a.m
Aún pienso en ti,
Cuando me propuse a olvidarte.
Constantemente te recuerdo junto a mí,
Tú mano entrelazando la mía.
Tú labios rozando los míos,
en suaves roces que me llevaban a la locura.
Pero ya no hay vuelta atrás, todo terminó con un terrible final.
Open Your Heart
You are born with it open
Joyous and free.
You don't even know how to close it.
The instinct to let everything inside
As natural as breathing.
So wide open are the passages of your heart
That you can find no distinction
Between yourself and the rest of the world.
Open your heart, you hear,
And you do, gladly. Easily.
Uncomprehending
Of the enormity
Of what this platitude asks of you.
You feel that perhaps
Everything might live in your heart.
That would certainly explain the warmth you feel
As each one settles just beneath your ribs,
Nestling into the threads
You wove from your love.
♥
Inevitably,
A hole rips through your chest
As one of them tears itself from you,
Rending your tapestry to shreds.
And you are left holding your
Stuttering,
Gasping,
Bleeding heart
In your hand.
You did not know.
You did not understand.
Your fingers trace the outline of your wound
As you think of all of the others you have invited in
And imagine what shapes they might make,
When they leave you.
Your heart continues to pump,
Its contents dribbling through your fingers.
It can only try to keep beating;
It does not know how to do anything else.
Numbly,
You pull your heart close
And begin to stitch it closed.
♥
When it has healed
And sensation has returned,
You can feel fluttering against the outside of your heart,
Searching in vain for an entrance.
You feel safe.
Your heart cannot be torn open
From the outside.
At first they do not tempt you,
The flutterings,
The echo of pain still resonating in your hollow chest.
But though you do not want to admit it,
Your heart still beats
And remembers
And wants.
A flutter lingers,
Becomes a gentle caress.
It is so bright and warm and full of wonder.
Your heart aches.
Inevitably,
You surrender.
You reach back into your ribcage,
Pull out your heart,
And tear open the stitches
To let the warmth in.
It hurts
To leave it open.
It throbs with each beat,
Seeping through the hole in your chest.
But, you feel that perhaps
It might hurt less now,
When they leave you.
♥
Your heart stays open
And warm.
You begin to feel the tug
Of your broken threads reattaching.
The outline of your wound is not so raw as it once was.
The edges have grown stronger with use.
Inevitably,
Each one leaves.
But you have left the way open,
And though the snap of every thread is keenly felt,
It stays open, still.
♥
oh my god, the smell of hair bleach
"I can stay awake for just a bit longer!"
- Me at 3:00 knowing that my Maths Assessment is tomorrow