Everytime I see a gif set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier appear on my dash, I wanna sob. Bucky!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not him!
Leaving is sad, so sad. Things like “Partings are the beginnings of meetings” and “When there are endings, there are beginnings” right now, I don’t want to hear those kind of worn-out words.
Please cry with me. If nothing can be done, then for now, I want us to at least cry together.
My whole body feels like it’s crying out, like it’s blaming me for losing all that it held and not having one guarantee. The fear of living in this world once more. With just a small bit of support and hope, at least cry, cry, I want to cry like the day I was first born into this world.