ha kíváncsi vagy rám és arra ami vagyok, vagyis voltam még régen, akkor olvass bele. remélem felismered a saját gondolataidat az enyéimben valahol útközben, szóval jó utat és érezd jól magad ♡

Nem tudom mi ez itt. De kell ez az én kis biszex lelkemnek, bocsika. Itt öszinte lehetek ha már mashol nem. ■■■ Irományok meg anymenések

„j'ai tué ma mère." magukba forduló tájak, végtelen éjszakák ismeretlen városokban ismeretlen emberekkel. a horizont vonalán terpeszkedő kolosszus, ami a víz felszínén gomolyog. mintha egyre csak közeledne. haikuk, rég eltemetett anyák szelleme, festészet és zene. két, egymástól látszólag teljesen különálló világ, egyik egy régen kisiklott vágányon, a másik ütemesen halad a feledés felé. vajon elég egy "na és ehhez mit szólsz?" ahhoz, hogy ébren tartson reggelig és megtaláld azt, amit keresel?

Térdeden ülve, némán beszélgetsz vele. Félsz, hogy benyitnak. Nekem Isten a pszichológusom.

In a world where you're born with the first name of your soulmate on your wrist, some people spend their whole lives waiting, while others know too many people with the same name. Sherlock Holmes has always found the concept of soulmates frustrating and tiresome and, secretly, quite lovely. Or perhaps that's due to spending too much time in the morgue with Molly. Either way, as a boy, he found it quite frustrating that his soulmate has such a generic name. I mean, really, couldn't his parents have been a little more unique with their choice of names? John Watson has spent most of his life ignoring the name on his wrist. He wasn't even sure he was gay, and what kind of person has such an odd name, anyway? So John keeps moving through life, intent on choosing his own path in life. So what happens when these two cross paths?

John Watson thirty-two years old wasted his entire life with failing dates with women. Until someone simply told him that he was gay. Published DEC 2016 A Johnlock fanfiction ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ~ Started writing 6 december 2016 and finished the story 17 April 2017

lets just be clear ; nygmobblepot

edward nygma / oswald cobblepot [s3]

"Oh and Jim, Jim Gordon?" Jerome peered into the camera as if to yell out to an audience: "I have Rory here," he turned the camera towards Jim's daughter and revealed to the audience a girl that had been beaten and tormented, she was gagged and her eyes didn't look at the camera but above the lens; at Jerome who was holding the camera. "Say hi to Daddy, doll face," he jeered from behind the camera. She looked down the lens and shook her head as if to tell Jim not to try. The camera went back to Jerome. "She's a beauty isn't she, Jimbo," Jerome smirked into the camera, his laughter becoming harsh and wild: "and she's all mine, you try anything, and I mean anything, I kill her. She's my prisoner, my reward, and you're not taking her away from me Jimmy boy, on no, not this time" his words were spoken through waves of laughter. *** Rory Gordan is the stepdaughter of Jim Gordon. Her mother moved a lot so Rory was born in Gotham City but raised in England and from the age of 10 she had been bouncing from one country to another with her mother. However, when she turned 17 she had grown tired of the constant change of moving and decided to move to America. It was when she was visiting her long term boyfriend when her life got flipped upside down, not only did she meet one of the craziest boys on the planet, but she discovered that she had a gift that would curse her forever. This story is a collection of scenes rather than a flowing plot, so its chronological but it skips scenes and jumps back and forth between different perspectives. The story is under editing, so it'll get more cohesive over time. ••• I do not own any characters or plot lines from the TV show. However, original characters like Rory do belong to me. Total Word Count [46,156]

❝le akartam tépni a bőrt a karjaimról körmeimet saját fogaimmal felfelszíteni csontjaimat ripityára törni és a falnak hajítani hogy a visszhang felébresszen kábultságomból.❞ - gondolatok és történetek a fájdalomról.