loveroftheartsforvr

    She gets these thoughts; dark and lonely thoughts.    She get stuck; a maze inside her mind.    It's there she silently screams; crying these dry tears.    It's no one's fault.    Though some events in her life haven't helped.    It's her depression and anxiety.    She tries to fight, but they do tend to consume her.    She's scared.    Nothing has gone right for her; three maybe four months of constant pain.    She has people in her life who care, she knows that.    But she can't help but to think "why?"    She's a fuck up; a little girl who can't get her feet back on the ground.    She knows there are people who have

I look at the picture on my computer screen A mixture of people, each with their own personal hell, filled with their own demons. Each of them, putting a smile on their face, ready to fight the next battle the world has for them; knowing they'll never have to truly fight alone. Everyone of them, different than every other person on Earth. All of them will fall, but will be pulled back to their feet by the others. Some of them will have battle scars that will be known by others- maybe judged by the ignorant people who know nothing about the warriors fighting- but never judged for their scars by the ones closed to them. All of them, feeling

    "Come on, Cas!" Sam yelled.    "Noooooooooooooooooo!" Cas wailed loudly. "I DON'T WANNA!" Dean could hear this all from the kitchen downstairs. He looked at Bobby for help, but he just shook his head.    "Cas, come on, buddy, you need sleep!" He heard Sam say loudly. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with small Cas.    "Any clues yet as to what did this?" Dean asked Bobby.    "None. But what ever it is we better find out how to reverse it before your brother murders him." Dean couldn't help but smile slightly at this. He looked towards the stairs that led to where Sam and Cas were. It was going to be a long night if Sam co

    "Cas?" Dean called into the dark house. When no one answered he called his friend's name again. "Dude, where the hell are you?" Still no one answered.    "Dean?" Sam whispered. Dean looked at his brother and could see the worry in his eyes, but it didn't compare to the worry Dean was feeling. "What if we're-"    "We're not," Dean interrupted. "Cas?" he called again but still no one answered. He nodded towards his brother and the two of them slowly made their way through the house.    "Dean, what did he say on the phone?" Bobby asked in a ruff whisper.    "He said that he needed help," Dean replied. He checked the small kitchen sweep

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! He leaned against the wall of the TARDIS, arms crossed, head down, and eyes blurring from the tears welling up. He heard the door close and felt all of his friends’ eyes on him. Slowly, he stood up straight, walked over to the controls, and turned the TARDIS engines on. He typed in Vastra’s address and took them home glad none of them even tried to talk to him. When they were gone, he felt Clara staring at him. He knew she was shaken from being in his time stream, and she had no idea about why he was so upset; she had no idea that he had

SPOILERS FOR "A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR" AND "LET'S KILL HITLER"!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!! “I’ll see you later, Amy,” I tell my best friend as I grab my coat. “You sure you don’t want to stay?” she asks. “Yeah, I actually have someplace I need to be.” “Well let me take you,” Rory offers. “I’ll be fine.” “Mels, it’s pouring out there. You’ll catch a cold in that weather!” “I like a short walk in the rain. I’m not going far, I’ll be fine.” “Fine, just don’t blame me if you get a cold.&rdqu

I love my music. It's helped me through a lot of emotional crap. It's helped some of my closest friends through even worse shit. My music is the "Outcast" music. It's the "Emo" music. The "Sad" music. It's the rock, The Metal, The Meaningful. You may not like it at all. A lot of people don't. But a lot of people love it. This is the music that saves lives. The music that stops people from self-harm, That makes them feel like they belong. Most of it is not the "Devil Worshiping" music like lots of people think. Just look at the lyrics of bands like Flyleaf and Black Veil Brides. If you look close enough, you'll find they are mostly pure.