I Just Know He Was Giggling And Twirling His Hair Ab This Later

I have often wondered what it was like to drown. I have held my breath long enough to hurt, but I could never hold it long enough to drift away. Water is unpredictable and when you're under its silence is calming. I have always loved the water, the silence it brings, nothing compares to it. It sounds like a good way to go.

When you drown, I believe it will hurt. It will hurt because you're denying your body that what it needs. But without oxygen, anyone would dream away. Once that happens, the pain will end. Peace will flood into you with the water that enters your lungs.

I have seen death more times than I would care to remember. I stared at its face as he loomed over my brother. I watched as he sat at the foot of my grandmother's bed. I looked him in the eye as he followed my grandfather. Each time I begged him to have mercy. To leave them alone. This was the first time that I gazed upon him and felt his embrace hoping he would take me with him.

They itch and hurt,

After everything I have tried to bury them,

they keep coming back up,

Crawling, scraping against my mind

they find a way to torment me every single time

Let them die, just like the one I shared them with.

I want to believe that God is real. I want to believe that He created us in His image. I want to believe that He loves us unconditionally. I want to believe that everything is just a piece in the grand scheme of events. That everything that has happened will not be for naught.

It should be easy to have faith. After all, we have been taught this since we could speak. He loves us. He died for us. Then why is it so difficult to have this faith? To believe that God is real. But in believing that the all loving God is real, I will also have to admit that He doesn't give a damn about me.

it makes me laugh when I go on twitter or tiktok and see people complaining that alicent and rhaenyra were the only two posters to be released first because it’s just like….people still don’t want to acknowledge that this is THEIR story at the end of the day. everything in this plot revolves around these two women and their relationship with each other. everyone is simply a side player to their show

It's been years.

It was yesterday and a century ago,

Your steps still echo in the rooms,

Your words still ring in my head.

You have been gone a long time,

And yet you live

You exist now in my dreams,

In the good ones, I recall your leaving.

It is in the nightmares where I forget.

They trick me,

put me in a trance and

make me believe again.

I wake up from the nightmares only to realize,

That they weren't real.