#19.11.19

[televiisions]

19.11.19

[2tiedships2]

Happy Louis series  13/100

[mariojavisilva]

Siento que ya no hay mas misiones disponibles en mi vida.

[abandonar partida]

➚

_mjavy_

[stylesarchive]

Yeah I do a lot of nervous wees. Yeah, I do usualy but it was good actually. Everyone there, the cast and everyone was really nice and very welcoming and they helped me a lot and I ended up feeling quite relaxed by the time we were actually doing the show.

Harry talking about being nervous on SNL to Ash London Live

[desorden-en-letras]

Dulce amor que solo en sueños me visitas.

Dulce amor que entre la niebla tu rostro escondes.

Dulce amor que de mis brazos huyes.

Dulce sueño que al despertar desamor te vuelves.

Papittafritta

[verso-abstracto]

Esto de mentirte a ti no se me da muy bien que digamos, ni practicando me sale, tengo miedo de que lo descubras.

Sir. Black Sould

[liamnews]

Liam via nrjhitmusiconly's Instagram Story (combined) - 19/11

[sleepsucks]

[nerd2614]

Day 2 - Angst

Canada was a big place, but everyone seemed to forget about him. Some days, this was a blessing and others it was a curse. Canada may have been expansive, but Matthew was only young. He wandered across his land alone. Always alone.

Over the years, many countries came and went. Each would leave in time. It was inevitable. They tried to tame Matthew. He pretended it worked but each time they would leave. He was the perfect child, seen but not heard…

Eventually he was not seen at all. 

He tried his best but the credit always went to somebody else.

He had had enough.

It was a normal day at a meeting when he snapped. Normal for him anyway. People ignored him. America was being loud. Germany was yelling at Italy. Then Russia sat on him. It was that action that made him snap. He shoved Russia off him with a strangled yell. “Stop sitting on me!”

Matthew jumped to his feet. He was angry. He was furious. His face was red with rage and his hands were curled into fists.

Russia landed on the floor and glared at the chair, through Matthew. He muttered something about a cursed chair and sat on Lithuania instead. Poland started yelling at Russia and the meeting returned to normal.

Matthew felt the anger drain as cold acceptance flowed through him. It hardened his resolve and he stormed out of the meeting. He made it to the closest bathroom where he broke down. 

There was nothing cute about his tears. His sobs violently wracked his deceptively strong frame as he clutched to the sink.

“Please. I don’t care anymore. Make it stop. Please. Please. I- I just can’t.” He sobbed. 

The mirror shimmered and his reflection warped. 

“Matthew.” His warped reflection had a voice full of static.

“James!” Matthew gasped. “Please.” Tears dripped from his chin onto his white-knuckled hands. He took off his foggy glasses in order to see his counterpart.

Pity flashed in James’ eyes. “Matthew once you cross, you can’t go back.” The gruff man warned.

Anger surged through the quieter Canadian’s veins. “Nobody cares! I don’t care! I can’t be alone anymore!” His voice broke, “Please, James.”

“Think of the consequences, Matthew.”

“I have.”

James sighed. “When did I become the responsible one, eh?” He smirked. At any other time this may have succeeded in snapping Matthew snap out of it. But not this time. It didn’t even make the distraught country crack a smile.

“James. Canada. Please.”

The reflection’s eyes flashed. “Put your hands on the mirror and let go, Matthew. Give in. Give up.”

Their hands joined through the mirror-turned-portal. James grinned ferally as he grasped Matthew’s wrists and tugged.  

—

James cracked his neck as he walked out of the bathroom. He was Canada now. Nobody would ever walk over him like they did Matthew.

[patrik-god-laine]

[dreamings-free]

Gucci Mémoire mural feat. Harry and Harris Reed on the Gucci Art Wall in SoHo NYC | via guccibeauty 19/11/19

[mariojavisilva]

Cuando ya no esté, todo el mundo recordará mi nombre.

Big smoke

_mjavy_

[stylesarchive]

Fine Line billboard in Times Square - 19.11

[desorden-en-letras]

"Tú & Yo"

Eso decía aquella nota que encontré en uno de mis libros favoritos, una nota que escribiste tú, una nota que perdió su significado cuando decidiste dar marcha atrás una nota de desamor.

Sir. Black Sould

[transparentvisionglitters]

I think I might not miss you, but what I thought we had