“I Drive To School And You Walk And I Drive Past You Everyday And It’s Below Freezing And You’re

“He obviously died of natural causes.”

“There’s a stab wound!”

“A very natural stab wound.”

prompt: road trip!

“Can someone open the window? It’s too warm in here.”

“All around me are familiar corn stalks, worn out corn stalks-”

“I hate driving towards the sun and I have to squint for an hour.”

“Get your feet back over to your side or so help me, I do it for you.”

It is so strange to think of last year. This time last year I was crying on my bedroom floor This time last year I didn’t know what to do This time last year I didn’t think I’d be okay And this year I am here I am not completely okay I am not sure where I am going or  what I am doing  But I know This time next year I will still be here.

Years// 27 October 2016 (via the-invisible-museum)

I am more of a beast than human, more drunk than sober, more of anarchy than order, more of a scoundrel than a saint more of a fallen than an angel, but she loved all of my darkness, so I gave her what’s left of my light.

Daniel Saint (via wordsnstuff)

“I love you.”

“I …”

“It’s OK. You don’t have to say it back.”

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”

“Why did you lie to her?” “Definition of lie is not telling the truth. I told the truth, not just the one I was supposed to.”

“I…care about you. More than you know. More than I’m willing to admit.”

“Oh, were you talking to me? Do you think you even have the right to?”

“What can I say? I’m good at what I do.”

“I wasn’t exactly telling you what to do. They were just suggestions that you so happened to go with.”

“I don’t care what you have to say to me, but if I so much as hear one bad thing about them coming from your mouth, you’ll be sorry.”

“The taste of glory is sweet and I want to experience it again. Will you help me?”

“Trust me when I say you do not want to go in there. For good reason, I assure you.”

Imagine Your OTP

Imagine your OTP’s child waking them up in the middle of the night, crying because they had a nightmare.

Imagine them crawling into bed, between your OTP, because “The monsters can’t get me here.”

Imagine your OTP stroking their child’s hair, whispering words of reassurance.

Imagine your OTP sharing a grateful look, because their child has nightmares about fiction, while THEY still struggle with nightmares from their pasts.

Imagine the family falling asleep in a warm huddle.

IMAGINE.