Kitestring is a simple webapp that checks up on you and sends a text message to your emergency contacts if you don’t respond by a designated time.
Enter your ETA and Kitestring will send you a text message to reply to. You can extend your check in time via SMS or check in early. If you don’t respond to Kitestring’s text message, your emergency contact(s) will get your customizable alert message. [x]
Estelle had just walked out of the restaurant where she work. It finally had openned again. She stepped out with a feeling of satysfaction, for once she did something else than cry ove her lost friends and she could sincerly smile one of her friend had given news and was on her way back home. She headed toward the presidium trying to stumble on anything. She bought herself a cup of coffee and sat, listenning. She was still mourning, sitting there reminded her of a few moments she had with her brother, her turian, her loskel. A few tears escaped as she sipped at her coffee, but she didn’t come there to cry more, she came to enjoy being alive.
some one,s interested for RP?
((When you’re somewhere between sleepy, bunch of feels from sotries you told yourself and excited, procrastinating homeworks is easy on top of seing every one you nejoy RPing with being around))
She hummed at his whisper, gladly pressing her back against him, her hands finding their way to the side of his neck. “I’m impatient to have a taste of it.” She purred back purposly pressing her back against him a bit more. The woman started playing with his hair where it touched her fingers, letting him do whatever he had in mind.
Rowan hummed and nuzzled his face into her shoulder. His hands caressing and massaging every part he could reach. Cuddling. That’s really what he wanted. It had been a long time since he held someone like this. Someone he really loved with all his heart.
She relaxed in his arm, the more relax she was the more she leaned againt him. She turned around carefluly in his arm and nuzzle his shoulder. Her hands trailing his back. “Shall we go back to the bed?” she asked with a grin”
"I just want to forget…" He sobbed quietly. Whatever his mind did, it hadn’t done a good enough job. While he forgot their face, he still hadn’t forgotten what they had done to him, and done for him.
Everything about them hurt.
He didn’t want to remember. It only reminded him of the pain that kept coming when he finally decided to trust somebody. To finally place hope in something.
But at the same time, part of him didn’t want to forget. For if he forgot, he’d only trust again. He’d only hope.
"But… then I’d only fall into the same trap. And everything dear to me would be ripped once more from my grasp…"
And he doubted he’d ever be able to function after that.
Ghirahim glanced up, not at all realizing that this woman had wrapped her arms around him until much later. Too lost in his mind and his past. His movement was weak, and almost gentle, as he pushed her arms away.
He didn’t need comfort or consoling.
He didn’t need kind words and positive outlooks.
He didn’t need a healed heart.
He needed to be numb.
Because he couldn’t risk opening up again.
"but memories always come back. you can loc them away, but when you’ll need them the less they will pop back up. You must learn to live by them." he pushed he away, but it didn’t stop her from running a hand on his arm until she found his hand and held tightly. "Learn to forgive, anger and sorrow is only a trap who’ll destroy you slowly… and accept to cry, you seem like some one who didn’t let his feelings out for a long time"
She wished she knew the right words to use, she wished she could find her way trough him. Only way she’d know was to let him vent it out. She was iddly making circles on his hand with her tumb, She wasn’t paying that much attention to the touch mostly ready to hear all he got to say, he did say a lot already she just felt he might have more to let loose