fighting sentences .

melamemea:

  • “ you have to get out of here — now! ”
  • “ leave it to me, i got this ! ”
  • “ you can’t do this on your own! ”
  • “ stay behind me! ”
  • “ we have to keep pushing on! ”
  • “ it’s too late to turn back now. ”
  • “ where are we supposed to hit!? ”
  • “ it’s too strong! ”
  • “ i can’t do this alone! ”
  • “ i’m going to lure it away, attack when you have a chance! ”
  • “ we can’t give up now. ”
  • “ fucking help me! ”
  • “ are you going to cry or fight!? ”
  • “ you’re so weak. ”
  • “ is this all you can do!? ”
  • “ i see you’ve come out to play ~ ”
  • “ come out, come out ~ wherever you are! ”
  • “ it’s just you and me now. ”
  • “ you’re coughing blood! ”
  • “ you have to stop — at this rate you’ll — ”
  • “ i’m not gonna die! i can’t die. not now. ”
  • “ i was made to do this. ”
  • “ my weaponry is down! i can’t do anything! ”
  • “ i … i need help — ”
  • “ take my hand! ”
  • “ out of ammo! i need backup ! ”
  • “ we can’t just go in blind! ”
  • “ this is how i lead. ”
  • “ if you can’t walk the distance, then get the fuck out of here. ”
  • “ we are required to do sacrifices. it’s what we do. ”
  • “ you won’t be the same when you come home. ”
  • “ people are dying out there — and you are planning to do nothing? ”
  • “ i can’t fight alongside you. not when you’re like this. ”
  • “ you are going too far. ”
  • “ i’ll give it my best. ”
  • “ i’ll distract them. run — run and don’t look back. ”
  • “ trust me, ( name ). ”
  • “ why can’t you just stay down!? ”
  • “ learn your fucking place! ”
  • “ we need a leader, ( name )! ”
  • “ nobody WANTS to die, ( name ). but what choice do we have!? ”
  • “ if you can’t do it — then i’ll do it. ”
  • “ leave it to me. ”
  • “ don’t follow me! ”
  • “ war changed me. ”
  • “ if i don’t make it back… ”
  • “ … you have to make it back. you just have to. ”

hansbekhart:

maybe-its-mabeling:

Does anyone else get really caught up on the small details in their writing? Like you can be really good at writing situations and feelings and characters, but you get to a point when you’re writing something small like what they’re making for dinner and before you know it, you’re googling recipes with tomatoes because you think the scene won’t be convincing unless you know the cooking time and temp??

**looks shifty, closes ten tabs**

PTSD Things You Don’t See In Quirky Posts About PTSD

deathrisen:

  • is this really my personality or a result of years of trauma/abuse?
  • trusting people????????in MY brain???? not as likely as u think
  • Achievement Unlocked: Repressed Memory Finally Resurfaces After 10+ Years
  • Numb? Numb.
  • hyper vigilance
  • Healthy Coping Mechanisms? never heard of those
  • time to cry out of nowhere just do it just cry
  • AN G E R 
  • [ redacted ]
  • Self Destructive Mode ON

inkskinned:

so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.