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I meet you four times in my life.

The first time I see you,
you’re just a girl.
A crush. An affection that
I held far too long to be
considered healthy.
With wide-eyed admiration,
I was witness to your success
in-class and out. Yours was a
mind made of lime and marble,
impenetrable from the outside
world. Outwitting the other boys
in class must have been a hobby
for you. I never imagined you
would know how I really felt.
I couldn’t bare to lose
the candid photographs,
the debates over chemistry and physics,
or the pointless questions
for erasers and pens.
I didn’t want to afford a risk
that you didn’t need.

The second time I see you,
you’re in trouble.
It’s the first time you see me:
all of me, and I was scared shitless.
But we spent one sunny afternoon
memorizing each other to sense-memory
to the point that I knew where the curve
of your neck met that wonderful face of yours
and I could spend days counting the geography
of your golden blonde hair
and lose count at a thousand
and start over again.
I never knew there would be
a time that I would miss
these small moments so much.
I never knew that
I was in trouble too.

The third time I see you,
you’re my path.
You were endless roads
countless possibilities,
a future that I could hope for.
My first love that sent
electricity coursing
through my blood
and made me learn
what it meant to say,
“she makes me want to be
better than I am.”
I showed you my world
the one that saw all the hues of the city,
and bathed in the glow
of street-lights and tv screens.
The first girl that cleaned up my blood
and told me, "be careful next time.”
before I stumbled back in
with new wounds, and a dopey grin.
You were an outstretched hand
that I took too eagerly.

The fourth time I see you,
you’re a promise
that I should have kept.
A tragedy that left me
cradling your head
in the dead silence of night.
You gave me three words
and all I gave in return
was your life cut short.
A short-lived tragedy
that still has no ending.
And there are things now
that you would never know:
that I pinched myself
for five months
and prayed to god
that I would wake up;
that I spent sleepless nights
trying to purge you from my system
and messaged a ghost number
over and over again,
reminding myself
that your memory
is a haunting reminder
that the heart is a fragile thing;
and so is the head.

I wish I could have protected you.
I wish I could have saved you.
I wish I could have kiss you until
your chest grew warm and
the air returned to your lungs.

Four times was all I had with you.
Four times in my life I met you,
and four is hardly enough
for someone as amazing as you.

– God grant me a fifth. (written by amazingarachnid)

#[ path ; ]  #[ rp: drabble ]  #//HI I'M BACK  #//this was actually an old ask but i'm bringing it back  

"I’d leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn’t already know the way home."

– Iain Thomas, The B-Train

#[ path ; ]  #[ thoughts ; ]  #//busts thru door  #i'm ready to angst  

gwenstacye:

_{He’s funny just like how Spider-Man is in the comic book. He’s witty and very energetic.}

#[ PATH ; ]  #[ VISAGE ; ]  #[ ' love is watching someone die ' ]  #[ PHOTOGRAPHS ; ]  #[ The Daily Queugle ]  

bethesus:

_{I once told you secrets have a cost, but truth does too.}

#[ VISAGE ; ]  #[ PATH ; ]  #[ ' love is watching someone die ' ]  #[ OOC | FAV ]  #[ The Daily Queugle ]  

jimshalpert:

insp

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reyesrobbies:

Spider-Man Blue

#it's that time of niiiight  #[ pages ; ]  #[ path ; ]  #[  ' until the last falling star ' ]  

brandnewandancientsnogbox:

“I’ve poked my head into theaters in L.A. for that moment just to hear people gasp,” director Marc Webb tells EW. “It’s fascinating. People just don’t believe it.” Webb understands. He felt much the same way when Gwen Stacy was killed off in the comic. “It stayed with me in a profound way. It broke me. I was anxious and curious to explore it on the screen. From the very beginning I planned on doing it,” he says. “For me, everything in the movie was built around that moment. There’s a cost to being a hero.”

But there was another theme that greatly interested Webb: “[The movie] is also about time and about valuing the time you have with the one you love,” he says. He points out that the very first shot of the film is a ticking clock, and that its first line is Richard Parker saying, “I wish I had more time.” Time is the underlying theme of Gwen’s valedictorian speech, and her last fateful moments take place where? At a clock tower.  “Ultimately, it’s not the Goblin that kills Gwen,” says Webb. “They’re fighting in the cogs, in the machinery of the clock tower, and Spider-Man puts his foot in between the cogs and literally tries to stop time. That’s what causes her death—his inability, despite his enormous efforts, to stop time.”

(x)

#hopefulpath  #this one's 4 u  #B)  #[ path ; ]  #[ ' love is watching someone die ' ]  #[ ooc | fav ]  

"

The way I remember it,
there was a fountain in your mouth
and i was promised eternity but
maybe I didn’t drink deep enough

I believe, even now
that I came from you
or you from me
and some jealous god
split us in twain
so we would die alone

heaven knows you stopped listening
to what I have to say, but
I would still take a rib from my chest
and plant it in the ground
if it meant you would grow from it
and love me again

– myth, wesley king (via bombsinyourbones)

#[ path ; ]  #[ ' love is watching someone die ' ]  #[ thoughts ; ]  

barry-caitlin:

_{inspired by (x) (x) (x)}

#[ PATH ; ]  #[ ' love is watching someone die ' ]  #[ OOC | FAV ]  #[ PHOTOGRAPHS ; ]  #//my fav graphic tbh