swedishfishes

sick and tired of fighting with you i'm sick and throwing up because i'm crying so hard and i'm tired but i can't sleep so why don't you just give me a hug and rub my back and tell me to go to sleep and kiss my cheek and push me down onto the couch, and join me? You're so warm and after all I really do like you

Sure, it was cold, but her face was so flushed and her mind was racing, and she didn't notice a thing. She curled up against the window, watching the sky grow darker still. She was so worried. She was so concerned. She turned to look out the back window; what better to distract a rushing mind more than rushing streetlights. The rain came down suddenly, a washed out torrent of a windshield replacing the somewhat drizzly glass. She felt his eyes on her face, but was terrified to meet his gaze. Someone like him wouldn't even bother. He's too wonderful and you know he doesn't like you, he's told you! Come on, don't think for a second he'd

"Your views of Doctor Lecter have changed? In what way, Will? Because I need you to work this case with him. And I need this case done soon." Jack Crawford's eyes were cold. "I'm not comfortable working with him, that's all," Will said quietly, eyes darting around the room. "Well get comfortable." Jack stood up and left, and Will could feel the slight resentment coming from him. He would have felt ashamed if he hadn't known about Hannibal. He would have been humiliated by Jack's rancor. But Jack did not know that Hannibal ate people, therefore he was completely and totally at ease around him. He did not see Hannibal as Will did. Will heard fa

i sang with my heroes the other night in an ac/dc shirt and jeans and converse and i could feel my hair in my face as i screamed and cried and laughed as i let out those words that i love so much and i can't begin to form the right words to say that that was the most beautiful time in my life and that as i saw him sing and i saw them play and i watched as he sang his heart out and i wanted to do the same so badly i wrote out "stay free" on my knuckles and i jutted my fist into the air as i let the words loose and i could almost feel them flutter away and soar instead of cripple and die like the do usually and i feel proud because of t

We giggle at Apples to Apples under the yellow cabin lights. The dads and one grandfather are down by the fire, drinking from three massive growlers and playing poker. I yawn and smack down my card. Canadians. Surely that will win for Amazing. And I’ve also been holding onto that card for way too long. I feel warm skin brush against me and I turn to Gabriel. He has a snarky grin on his face and I glance down at his arm, the one brushing mine. I feel my heart lurch. “Gabriel,” I whisper. “Where did you get those scars?” Suddenly the room is cold. I start shivering. “I’ll tell you later,” he m

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I'm sorry that I'm not the sweet little girl you wanted I'm sorry that I'm unattractive. Not like you, Mom, no. You're so pretty, with your pretty shiny hair and your bright green eyes. I'm sorry that I'm not really skinny, like my sister. I'm sorry that I'm not a dancer, or anything like that. I really do try Mom. You see, I'm not good at sports. I'm clumsy and awkward, so I try and do art. I play my guitar and I learn all your favorite songs and I paint and I draw to show you that I'm good at something. See, I really try. I'm sorry that I don't do the makeup thing that my sister does. See, she's got stuff to work with, I don't. I'm sorry t

"What day is it?" he sighs. "I think it's June." I spot Orion in the stars overhead. "Close enough." He laughs a little. It's so dark, I can barely see my hand in front of me. It smells like earth and onion-grass. The gentle lapping of the lake waves is comforting. "I'm going out on the dock." I stand and walk down the splintery wood. I hop onto the drifting dock. It's tied to the post by an old rope. I plop down. Gabe comes up behind me. "Boo." "You're so stupid." "I know." It's quiet for a little while. I put my feet in the cold water. I feel a fish swim by and jump a little. The slimy weeds wrap around my ankles. "I have an idea,"

I want you to know That even if you did smash that man's skull in, it was justifiable

Guns N' Roses makes her soar.