"Umarım kahvenin tadının büyülü geldiği günlerin olur.
Müzik listenin, seni dans ettirdiği
Bir yabancının seni gülümsettiği
Ve gökyüzünün, ruhuna dokunduğu günler.
Umarım hayatta olmaya yeniden aşık olursun..."
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"I hope there are days where your coffe tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, a stranger makes you smile and the night sky touches your soul.
I hope you fall in love with being alive again..."
Just Aaron Warner smiling :)
It’s the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of
smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and I realize I’ve never
seen him like this before. I’ve never even seen his teeth—so straight, so white,
nothing less than perfect. A flawless, flawless exterior for a boy with a black,
black heart. It’s hard to believe there’s blood on the hands of the person I’m
staring at. He looks soft and vulnerable—so human. His eyes are squinting from
all his grinning and his cheeks are pink from the cold.
erkekleri terk günü
Öpücüklerle dolu bir mektup, yerini smile'larla dolu, bir sürü kısaltmalarla tahriş edilmiş, duygusuz bir metne bırakmıştır.
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Let them see it in your unhurried manner, your gentle smile, your ease and comfort.
Nezha gave her a smile. A real smile. “I like when we're on the same side.”
“Me too,” she said, and that, finally, wasn’t a lie. How desperately she wished they could stay that way.
“I love you.”
Kitay gave her a tired smile. “I know.”
“However, I also must order you to attend a weekly psychological meeting with me to work on homicidal impulses. As a war general, you must curb them if you are to be successful.” Auntie’s exuberant smile said she wasn’t actually concerned about curbing any impulses.
I was half-worried that Sadie would become more intense if she met with Auntie.
The little alpha said nothing, just glared back at the woman with a stony expression.
“I have to disagree. It wasn’t homicidal. It seemed logical,” Aran said loudly from beside Sadie.
The blue-haired boy put a serious expression on his face, but it was clear what he was doing.
Unfortunately, Auntie fell for it. “Very well. Aran is also ordered to attend my sessions with Sadie. Anyone else showing signs of sociopathy?”
The entire room stayed dead silent,
She is more than a good woman and a good person.
She is a beautiful soul who carries light in her smile and love in her bones.
Nezha gave her a smile. A real smile. “I like when we’re on the same side.”
“Me too,” she said, and that, finally, wasn’t a lie. How desperately she wished they could stay that way.
I hate this girl so much!
Something weird is happening to me. My chest is sore, and my eyes feel immense pressure, and they’re… wet. I think I might be crying for the first time in my life.
She opens the door, but I rush in front of her, blocking her exit as I drop to my knees and grab her hands. “Olivia,” I whisper clearly. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay with me.”
Her sadness is all over her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the one breaking her heart, her eyes following a tear as it slides down my cheek.
“Please,” I beg. “Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—”
Olivia doesn’t tell me she loves me back, or that she’ll stay. She just gives me a warm smile and pulls her hand away before squeezing past me.
Turning on my side, I open her drawer and pull out her journal. Total invasion of privacy, but it allows me to see into her head without needing to split open her skull and inspect her brain with a magnifying glass.
She touches a lot on sexual activity—how inactive she is, which makes me smile. After tonight, we are officially actively fucking, my sweet Olivia. I’ll be doing this every single night now. She came all over my cock, whimpered my name, and moaned, so she definitely liked it.
What kind of a brother would I be if I didn’t give her more?