#breaking hearts

[sophsicle]

Hi, thank you for ruining my life with choices, bye.

tis what i do

[chrislover57473]

I’ll wait for you ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Matt sturniolo

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authors note:

Sobbing. screaming. Throwing up. 😭😭😭😭

“I like you matt.”

….

The silence between the two was loud

matt looked her in the eyes analyzing evey breath the girl took

“i just got out of a relationship”

“I know” the girl sighed

“Your still my bestfriend”

“I know I just kinda wished you felt the same.”

“I wish I did too.”

6 months later

The two were on their last night in cape cod,

They walked along the beach talking.

“hey”

The girl looked up the the smiling boy

“I love you a lot.”

she laughed it off as the boys smile turned

“really.”

“Really?” She said

He nodded.

“matt my feelings for you have passed.”

“yeah i know”

“I didn’t wanna wait for someone who didn’t know when they would be ready Matt.”

“I’m sorry”

Her words echoed through his head.

she broke the eye contact to look at the waves

he just sighed

“ I’ll wait for you.” he said

a single breath escaped her lips

she looked at him and just smiled wishing the pain of breaking his heart would go away.

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authors note (again) :

😕😭😭😭😭

[abouttofillhisshoes]

[becabeale143]

[supakixbabe]

So back down the rabbit hole I was in with the whole Elite mess. I’m coming up with some heartbreaking scenarios. I’m sorry! My mind is full of possible scenarios and I tend to hurt you all with them out of love. ❤️

Let’s be 100% here. Jericho assaulted Papa Buck a few years back and Matt has every right to hold that against him. So – Let’s say Kenny wanted to break Matt - maybe push him over the edge. What exactly would you do in Kenny’s position to make that happen?

Target Nick.

Matt has made it known that if anyone fucks with Nick, they’re dead. Matt being a family man, and the worst thing other than a woman scorned is a man messing with another man’s family.

You don’t piss in the wind

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape.

And you don’t mess with another man’s family.

[thedoctorwhocompanion]

Broken Hearts: A Bonus Story for Big Finish's Eleventh Doctor Chronicles

Broken Hearts: A Bonus Story for Big Finish's Eleventh Doctor Chronicles

We might already be halfway through the arc, but the Eleventh Doctor (played here by Jacob Dudman) and Valarie Lockwood (Safiyya Ingar) will be back in November for a surprise bonus full-cast Chronicles episode, Broken Hearts. And despite there being a statue of Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor, on the lavishing cover artwork, he doesn’t make a guest appearance in the story. Here’s the…

[heyionna]

[mushairaah]

Dil lagaya tha teri waqf-e-muhabbat se faqat ..

Dillagi tujhse thi ya, thi Teri sadaaqat se?

[lajulie24]

For get to know your fic writer: 16 and 45

16. How many fic ideas are your nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Oh, yeah, hard to keep count on that one. I have about three multichapter WIPs going (not counting another AU I started writing with a friend and have been thinking about revisiting), so I have lots of ideas about those, plus a couple of smut ideas kind of in progress but not quite done, and then anywhere from six to ten other ideas that are in various stages of formation and may or may not become WIPs at some point.

One idea that I haven’t done much with yet but occasionally toy with is a sort of alternate post-ROTJ scenario for Leia and Han (and Luke, who also figures heavily into the story). Han and Leia are definitely together, the Empire’s been fully defeated (there will always be issues because it’s a big galaxy, but the major warlords and remnants have been taken care of), and the New Republic is transitioning from a war and a provisional government to the business of governing. Leia’s been in the middle of that transition and has helped them get set up, but she’s…antsy. She realizes that she’s just not interested in being a politician or a diplomat in the traditional way, it’s just not her thing anymore after helping to lead an insurgent army and becoming the last Princess of a people of refugees essentially. There’s some angst around “am I not a good person / am I just made for the fight / where is my place in the galaxy” kind of thing, but basically with the help of Han (who is also antsy but would happily be a trophy husband or whatever Leia needs if that’s what she wants) and Luke (who is having his own issues trying to figure out how to translate “pass on what you have learned” into his own life) she and Han come up with a plan where they quit their NR jobs and essentially live out of the Falcon doing the things that the NR doesn’t yet have the infrastructure to do, or would require a lot of political will to pull off but the NR will take on if someone gets things started, or are things that might not be top priority for the NR but are top priority for Leia (like recovering Alderaanian artifacts, supporting refugees, freeing slaves, etc). And Luke is looped into all of this as well, which solves some issues for him (plus he finally gets Leia to agree to at least do some Jedi training) and means that the family sticks together. (They visit Chewie on Kashyyyk a lot, and sometimes he comes and joins them on some of their missions.) I imagine at some point Han and Leia officially get hitched and at some point they have some kids, but they have several homes around the galaxy (one on Corellia, a place they stay wherever the Alderaanians have settled, a place with Chewie’s family on Kashyyyk, and a place where the Jedi have gathered, in additional to the Falcon).

As you can see, no small ideas, right?

45. Do you want to break your readers’ heart or make them laugh?

Both. Often in the same fic, although not always. I think because even amid horrible circumstances sometimes you just have to laugh at life, and also because I’m writing characters who have endured a LOT, so sometimes even during the light fun times there’s a bit of sadness. I probably lean more towards wanting readers to laugh, and even when I have to temporarily break some hearts I want there to be hope and/or the possibility of happiness. I also think that’s a lot of what Star Wars is about, about finding the joy and love and friendship even while everything should feel absolutely lost. That joy and love and friendship is what they’re all fighting for, and it’s worth it.

Thank you kindly for the ask!

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[snow-0-witch]

,,Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about."

– W. Churchill –

°.•☆•.°

Oh darling, so tell me how to stop thinking about you even though you're not mine anymore </3

[knowinglost]

If you don't love me, just tell me.

Or block me. Walk away and never look back. But don't toy with me.

The heart you're playing with isn't made for breaking, it can't be put back together. This heart can only break from within, and you are inside. You shaped it. You fill it completely. There isn't space for anyone else.

[mortersah]

I've been looking back, again and again knowing that only pain and terror lay there. I can feel the hands that tried to pull me forward weaken at their wrists, their supple softness that engaged in relentless tugging now turning sour and rough. I'm still looking back though, again, maybe this time... maybe this once the embers would flicker and I could blow into them. Maybe this once, even if not love, I could find you again.

[jude1999love]

Esa fue la última vez que te vi. Nunca tuve una fotografía tuya, algo tangible que pudiera pegar en mi pared. Es decepcionante, quizá si hubiera tenido tu imagen en papel fotográfico, o si me hubieras escrito una nota, una carta, quizá sólo de esa manera, me hubiera podido desprender de a poco de tu recuerdo. Pero tú te encargaste de tallar la corteza de mi corazón, hiciste tantas hendiduras que dejaron huella de tu paso en mi, eso fue suficiente para tenerte presente siempre, no fue necesario ver tu rostro en papel o tu imagen mi celular porque recordé exactamente tu imagen y todo lo que me lleva a tenerte rondando en mi pensamiento.

Joseline Goroztieta

[chaotic-theatrical-weaver]

And Ellie is officially back with her sad drawings, this time with “Breaking Hearts” by Sam Smith! Poor image quality is just WHY but my iPod is never charged LOL. And yes, character-shadow pair again for Elizabeth. DEAL WITH IT. I am single-minded almost who am I kidding? definitely to excess.

Someone. Fer mihi auxillium. Your Ellie is Out Of HAaAanNnD. Thank goodness my friend isn’t there to see this, or she’d probably take my head off so I couldn’t use it for more thoughts in this little circle of stories. Speaking of said circle, my mom finally read “The Possibility of Evil” and “The Lottery” (took her a while to understand that one) and is starting with Raisin. My dad?! No word on him. He wants to do 1984, but I want to pull him down into my LFE hole and make him do Raisin as well. And my mom is like, “Why not move onto other stories?” Puella, you don’t get that it isn’t that simple!

What has this post become okay I’ll be quiet now--

[literaphobe]

being obsessed with a song and being obsessed with the blorbos is so funny because u will listen to the song and go HMMM……. if i ignore this one lyric forgo this whole verse remove the context AND solely focus on these five completely unrelated isolated lines…? this song is TOTALLY about Them 😎😎😎

[thefictionalgirl]

Heartbreak

Look at my scars,

Tell me, they don't scream,

Tell me, they never cry,

Tell me that they don't dream.

You cannot behold my heart,

You cannot touch it,

You cannot make it better

But you can surely break it.

Never you understood and

You'll never be,

When your eyes are always on her,

How would it be me?

It's not your fault that I am young,

And it's not my fault that I'm not enough,

It's not your fault that I'm selfish,

But you cannot take away my right to love.

You never noticed,

you never really saw,

You never felt my emotions,

Even if they were so raw.

I want to kill you sometimes,

And it pains me so much,

But when I think of holding your face with my palms,

I want it to be the only face, in a room full of people, I'm going to search.

Never waited thirteen nights,

Never wanted to feel,

March never seemed so dubious

It was too much of a big deal.

Even if I look at you,

Even if I smile,

Let me just keep looking,

Even if it's for a while.

And if I fail to hide

If you understand,

Do not utter a single word,

Stay away from where I stand.

Do not look into eyes,

Do not console,

Do not try to act out

Your therapist role.

Trust me I'll kill you then,

If you don't pretend not to know,

Keep being the ignorant one,

Please, never ever let my hopes grow.

And if I lost in the crowd,

Do not try to look for me,

Never try to spread your hands,

I'm not her, I can never be.

Three in the morning, I write for you,

I keep loving you more but it's nothing new.

Whenever I look at our chats,

Emptiness overpowers my mind,

The words we've shared with each other,

I can't help as I put them on rewind.

I'm always knocking

On the doors you lock

You never open it for me,

No matter how much we talk.

And it's not your fault that I'm in pain,

And not your fault that you don't want to let me in.

I don't want to talk now, I don't want to stay,

I want to stop this game I don't want to play.

I want to be heartless, I want me to be mean.

And it's not your fault, that you will never try to let me in.

Even though, again and again,

I let you break my heart,

Even though it bleeds,

I pretend that it doesn't hurt.

When I talk about love,

I murmur your name

And then I try. . . to stop

Because I know, for you, it's not even the same.

You're not okay,

You're not fine,

But how can I embrace you?

You're not mine.

You'll never look at me,

Even if I become your shield,

You like the snow,

you'll never crave the sunflower field.

You cry in pain, you feel helpless

I see your heart, just like mine,

I see you getting your hopes up,

And like me, sometimes your eyes shine.

It's not fair that I know it all,

It's not fair that all I feel is blue,

It's not fair that I know you

You long for her as I long for you.

Even when we laugh,

No matter how funny the joke is,

The voice in my head echos,

I don't want to give up, I don't want to miss this.

Your citrusy smile,

Your godlike curls and dark brown eyes,

Your thin upper lip,

And you're so very nice.

You smile a little,

Whenever you're shy,

I am so in love with you, I can never deny.

Your presence in my mind, always does linger,

Oh you cruel prince, with those beautiful fingers,

How much can you wreck me?

How much do you want me to cry?

These tears will stop one day, leaving me dry.

You remind me all those Swift's songs,

"You belong with me" , I know it's not wrong.

And whenever I say "I take this magnetic force of a man to be my, lover"

I know, your chapter in my book is not over.

And I might never give you a paper ring,

And I know you'll never wear,

I know you never understand the pain,

And it's alright, I don't like to share.

If you ask me,

Do I feel regret?

Do I really want to avoid you?

And do you really deserve the hate?

I would go always go to the extreme,

To prove that you're the best,

Hate you say?

If only I could say without feeling pain in my chest.

I hate that I always lied,

I hate that my hands are tied.

And then I see her,

And wonder what it's like to be loved by you,

Your heart is off limit,

You always have a curfew.

She's beautiful, she's hot,

She's everything I'm not,

"She's gorgeous"

"She's pretty" I meant,

Oh wait, maybe as you said,

When it comes to her, everything is understatement.

And I do see that,

I know she's so lovely,

Jealousy is not my thing,

That's just so ugly.

Loving you, to me,

Has always been forbidden.

I want to take the secret to my funeral pyre,

Burning them down may keep them hidden.

But whenever those times come,

You say that I look adorable,

You say that "I'm here, I'll be here"

And I start to feel more terrible.

Not that I don't want you to say that,

I crave it a lot,

I crave it more than I imagine,

I'm never satisfied with what I already got.

You made me feel like home,

but a very temporary one,

I don't understand how you

Break and hold my heart at the same time,

When, to you, I can do none.

One word from you,

decides my day,

For you I go down on my knees,

For you I pray.

I got your photographs,

They feel like autumn to me,

Everything becomes sweet,

As sweet as you can be.

Your shaky voice, a little awkward,

Calms me down

Your presence is my cup of tea,

In your eyes, I always drown.

Oh boy, the way your mind works,

And how good of a listener you are,

Makes me fall hard every time,

Makes me want to take things too far.

A sudden text from you lights up my eyes,

Some things, Sweetheart,can never suffice.

You make me go insane,

You make me feel high,

You make me feel that it's okay,

Tomorrow even if I die.

But then again, after all this time,

I'm not the book you want to read,

You're the main character here,

She's yours and I'm the second lead.

Here's my heart, written down here,

Here's my mind, spilled everywhere,

Here's my love, poured into words

Here's my pain, ink splattered sword.

✒ mystica

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