Remember How Many Times Nick Cried In This Season?

„Felhívsz, én ott leszek érted, ha kérsz majd, hazakísérlek

És egy-kettőre elfelejted

Mert igazán semmit nem jelentett..."

– Soulwave - Hazakísérlek

Mert állandóan Rád gondolok

Megtanultam bánni vele

És ez több jókedvvel tölt el mint gondoltam

✧･ﾟThis bitch just wants to sit on Jacob Seeds thighs･ﾟ✧

Azóta érzem, hogy talán szeretlek

Mióta használom a szövegeid

És már akkor sejtettem hogy ez lesz

Mikor először mondtam ki amit Te írtál nekem

Június 29 gyere már

Little Brother

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Jacob heard John’s wailing the moment he and Joseph hopped off the school bus and felt his stomach drop and an all too familiar feeling of dread creep through his body. Their neighbour, Mrs O’Grady, was sitting out on her porch, waiting for the boys to head down their driveway.

“Poor thing’s been crying all afternoon,” she said once they were in earshot, eyeing the two elder Seed siblings with concern. He prayed that it was an exaggeration, but Jacob knew it was more than likely the truth. His father worked days, his mother disappearing to god only knew where for hours at a time to escape from the miserable life she’d created for herself.

He could only hope that they’d stay gone until he, Joseph and John were all in bed and asleep. It was better that way, Old Man Seed wouldn’t have a chance to yell at him, and he wouldn’t have to listen to his mother’s pathetic sniffles as she stood by and did nothing.

Jacob just glared at Mrs O’Grady. “Mind your own fucking business,” he snarled, wrenching open the front door and marching inside, tossing his bag on the couch without a care. He’d fix it up later before his parents returned, but for now he had to focus on John.

Poor, crying John, left on his own for who knew how long. Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Jacob felt the familiar hatred rise in his stomach.

“Jacob…” Joseph began, eyeing his elder brother nervously. He wasn’t afraid of him, knew that Jacob would rather die than let anything happen to him or John, but he recognised that familiar set to his shoulders all too well, saw the rage, the wrath written clear as day across his face.

“I’ll take care of it, Joe.” 

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Nem tudom mi bajom van

Csak az szomorít el, hogy mindig rajtam múlik, hogy beszélünk-e.

So proud of Jack here. He is standing for himself.

Free will guys, free will.

Mikor jön el annak az ideje hogy őszintén mondhassam ki hogy evritingzollrájt?