#the road home
whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their gif, but, like drunk men, know not the road home
Book 3 in the Back in the rain series is a New Adult novel, The road home
Harry is living in a toxic relationship of two years that is slowly consuming him and mining his self-esteem. As he tries to put the pieces of his life back together and find the courage to move on, he reconnects with Bill, his best friend’s ex-boyfriend.The two of them will soon find themselves facing the darkest side of their hometown in a story about hardship, self-discovery, friendship and love.
Trigger warnings: explicit MM sexual content, drugs, rape (non explicit)
on the road this morning it was raining but also so golden with sunlight, apollos presence was so strong! had me belting along to my stupid car radio <3
Criminal Minds Favorite Episode List
141. The Road Home (Season 9 Episode 13)
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Here’s something cute: Laetitia and The Road Home having a playdate together since they’re both abnormalities that are creepy doll-like girls which the Road Home introduces Laetitia to her friend of Lion, Scarecrow, and Woodsman
Oh my god. This is so cute.
To add on: Laetitia introduces her friends and The Road Home is just overjoyed to meet them.
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Alex and I are currently in a corn field, naming constellations and making crop circles.
... gotta say, the kid's not bad.
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Wakan Tanka, the Buffalo who stores happy memories. Wakan’s Sacret Artifact is in his helmet, which allows him to create a road for him and his allies, enchanting all of their abilities.
The Road Home’s adventure started suddenly, allowing her to make many friends. However, the wizard took them all away when he sent her home. The road she walks allows her to move her friends however she wants.
All they want is to walk home with their friends.
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These two would be best friends
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The funniest thing is, they literally were talking about how outstanding some episodes of supernatural was and then just give us this.
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So just like that it's over, we tend to our wounded, we count our dead.
Straight and Bi viewers wonder alike: does this really mean it's over?
Fanfic writers: Not. Yet
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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆
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She wasn't trying to overcome life, only to get along with it, to blend with the processes she could scarcely understand in a world that had permitted her no solid ground.
Jim Harrison, The Road Home
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“Long-term exposure to trauma in which a victim has limited belief it will ever end.”
This hit me hard. When I have suicidal thoughts, that is what repeats in my mind: “This will never end. It will never end. I will never stop feeling shame. I will never feel okay.”
I have intense feelings of shame and embarrassment that are so strong that I honestly believe I will never feel peace until I am dead. Seeing this makes me feel like...perhaps the shame is just a symptom of something else. And that makes me feel hopeful. Maybe there really is nothing inherently shameful about me.
This makes me feel really excited. Can I really have a happy, fulfilling life free of shame?
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I’m very conflicted about this blog. Writing about the abuse I’ve witnessed or experienced feels like picking glass out of a wound. Picking at it reopens it when I want to leave it alone. I’m not sure what the right thing to do is. Who am I to talk about it when others have it worse than I did?
I want to share my story because it’s not unique. It took me a long time to accept what happened to me was abuse. I thought, “My parents love me- they may be unfair sometimes, but they still love me. What’s happening to me is my fault. I deserve this.”
To anyone who needs to hear it: Anyone can be abusive. No one deserves to be abused. Everyone has the right to feel safe and loved. If you suspect you are being abused get out. Get out as soon as you can and never look back. It’s not easy, but if someone violates your right to a safe, peaceful life, then they have lost the privilege to be apart of it.
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I told my mom that I wanted a better relationship with her. I remember, I think maybe it was an illustration on a coaster, or perhaps on the cover of a book. I’m not sure. But it was a mother and daughter sitting in a field of flowers. And I told her that I wanted a relationship like that with her. She looked at me and said, “I can’t give you what my mother never gave me.”