I know your pain !

superpuppythief asked:

I'm crying. I have been crying for two hours. I feel like I have lost apart of me. I might skip school tomorrow because I can't handle this. I can't handle a life without Derek Shepard. I can't handle a life where McDreamy doesn't save lives. I can't handle a life where Meredith and Derek aren't Meredith and Derek. I refuse to accept his death.

i’m gonna be salty about this until i die probably so you won’t find any comforting words here…luckily on friday i had a short day but i felt sick all day so i totally know your pain

anonymous asked:

I buzzed my hair for 10 months because of chemo, and it's growing back now. It's been about 5 months but it's still so short. I used to have long, flowing curls. I miss it so much :( :(

you’re so brave for going through chemo and i’m sorry that you had to buzz your hair :-(

i know the pain of wanting longer hair, i literally hated having short hair!! it will grow back and you will have your long locks again soon.
some people say it is best to get it cut every few months when growing your hair but my advice is to not get it cut at all!

stay positive, once you get past the awkward stage, it will grow quicker than you realise :-)

So quick question:

I really really need money to finance my study abroad next year.  Would it be a good idea for me to start doing commissions for fanfiction?  I’d have reasonable pricing and be willing to write just about anything that isn’t like underage sex/relationships or glorifying rape or stuff like that.  My fandoms are Persona 3 and 4, Ace Attorney, Baccano!, Professor Layton, Soul Eater, Black Butler, Harry Potter and to a lesser extent Doctor Who and Hetalia.  I’d do anything; smut, angst, fluff, whatever you want, so long as it’s for something I know about.  I could also do crossovers and I will write your rarepair because I know that pain.  The longer the fic the more I would charge, obviously, but I just want to put it out there and ask if this is even a feasible idea.

“I think we deserve a drink.”
     I think we are monsters.
     We have crumbled a mountain.
     We have done unspeakable things
     In the name of doing good.
     We are far too young
     To be playing God.

“We’ll get through this.”
     We’ll wake up screaming
     In the dead of the night
     Because of demons we can’t shake,
     But I will be the lantern that
     Leads you back home when
     You do not know the way.

“You’re forgiven.”
     I forgive you because
     I understand. 
     I know your pain.
     Perhaps I will never
     Know the crosses
     You bear.

“Please come inside.”
     Please don’t leave me.
     You are far too young
     And I am far too scared;
     If you can’t bear
     To face them,
     How can I?

“You don’t have to do this alone.”
     I am just as guilty.
     I share your scars.
     Our demons were born
     Of the same act;
     The blood on their hands
     Is stained the same crimson red.

“May we meet again.”
     You walk away.
     I let you go.

—  i’ll bear it so you don’t have to; sr

It’s okay to be selfish Taylor; when needed to be so. Look after yourself and your family first. We support that.
We support you and your family from where each and everyone of us are in the world. You’ll never be alone.

So if you need anything, anything at all, even to cancel/postpone the tour you and your family comes first; both to you and us. Please remember we are here for you and your family, you’re all stronger than you’ll ever know. I wish I could ease your pain or swap places so that none of you’d have to go through that. Lots of love and support from all of us. 💛

I know my transgressions
I recognize your pain
I am not who they are
I will learn from my mistakes
I will be a better person
No matter what it takes.

This was actually inspired by a girl I know at school who, at seeing me drawing Pacifica, went off about how much of a bitch she is.

Pacifica has done mean things, you can’t excuse that.
But with how she was raised and abused, its understandable.

But shes working on it. Its called character development.

*So if any of you know what this means…just know that I feel your pain T^T

Introducing Beckawang’s AP Promo! 

Right now, and continuing for the next few weeks until mid-may, is AP Exams time and that means STRESS and SLEEP DOESN’T EVEN EXIST IN MY VOCABULARY and i need to get off tumblr for like almost an entire month. So looking forward to the day when my AP Exams end, I will be doing a huge promo that will be posted in mid-may. 


Rules:

  • MBF beckawang
  • Reblog this post, likes only for bookmarking

How it’s going to work:

  • 5~10 Double Screenies + Mini Blog Articles (depending on notes)
  • 1~2 Lists disguised as Models/Fashion Designers (new followers bolded) 
  • Promoting everyone Mid-May
  • ALL PROMOS WILL BE REBLOGGED EVERYDAY FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK (last time I did this one of the screenied blogs gained 10+ a day)

For Higher Chance:

That’s it! Happy Reblogging~ 

xx Becky

As far as I know the Internet is still in mourning for the dearly beloved Jonathan Crombie, better known as Gilbert Blythe in the well-known Canadian TV adaptation of Anne of Green Gables. And I know, dear Internet, there’s nothing I can say to heal your pain. Not now. 

But I can soothe it. Allow me to introduce you to Akage no Anne.

It is an anime adaptation of Anne of Green Gables (the title translates more literally as “Red-Haired Anne”), and, more importantly, it is the best adaptation of this book that will ever exist. I can say that with full confidence, even though I’m only a few episodes in. 

Keep reading

10:35pm

I’m so sorry for all of my two am ramblings when the words crawled through my mouth and there was no way to prevent them.

I’m even more apologetic for the tears that ran freely down my face.
The ones your fingers would wipe away

And each stroke that undid my moment of weakness, the tears stained your fingers and etched their way into your skin.

I never realised the desolation we experienced impacted others so greatly and yet you always stood close with comfort and acceptance. I should’ve been more aware.

But now I am running to your house at four in the morning when the vodka drowns your senses and in your haze you collapse, caught in scream laced sobs.

When I hold you close and try to numb the pain while I wipe away your tears, I know it is all for naught.

Because when I look down at my hands, I can’t see any marks and I’ve finally realised that in order to stop someone’s despair you must take the burden for awhile

But you were strong and held both of our sorrow and now you’ve grown tired and I grew accustomed

E.S

My mom now knows the loss of an OTP

She comes into my room in tears 😩after watching tonight’s Grey’s Anatomy and all I can say is “I know. I know the pain of when your ship sinks.”

My mom: OH MY GOD IT’S LIKE THE TITANIC SINKING!! How could they do that?! That was the one couple I was rooting!! Now what’s the point of watching it anymore??

::sigh:: the pain is the same no matter what the age it seems

anonymous asked:

When my family pick on me for transitioning from veggie to vegan (I'm 18) and I try to explain the cruel practices in the dairy industry they reply with "Not all farms are like that, how do you know? Have you been to every dairy farm and seen that they do that?". I find it hard to express that beak cutting, disposal of male chicks, the effect of machinery on cows etc does happen and is common practice because I get so frustrated, do you have any advice/statistics I could use? Thank you

Hello lovely :) Don’t worry, ‘not al farms’ is something that most vegans hear at some point so I feel your pain! I also know how frustrating it is to try and convince people otherwise no matter what you say. Here are some pages you can take a look at (x) (x) (x) (x) (x). There are also some links to pages on individual industries on my resources page that you might like to show your family. I hope this helps you out! :) x

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you
dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of future pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, 
without moving to hide it,
or fade it,
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling 
me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore
trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty,
every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours or mine,
and still stand on the
edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes!”

It doesn’t interest me who you know, or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. 
I want to know what sustains you,
from the inside,
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with your and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

—  Oriah Mountain Dreamer

anonymous asked:

I constantly see on my dash how nice you are to depressed people, how you want them to stay strong. But I know you are sad. I know you feel just like they do. Whenever someone asks if you're sad you deny it saying you'll be okay, because you don't want others to feel your pain. But I can feel it. I know you also need someone to assure you how amazing you are, no matter how many times you deny it. I'd love to talk to you. We can just chat or have a meaningful conversation. sabinalauu ismy kik,ily

No,wait..I’m okay,sweetie. Don’t worry about me. It’s truly great of you to ask and God bless you for it , but I’m okay. Are you ? We can talk if you wan to, though. Thank you so much for your kindness<3 

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

—  The Invitation ‘06

My heart hurts for those hurting in the Greys Anatomy fandom tonight. Losing a favorite character, half of your OTP, someone you have followed for years, just for the sake of shock value… It fucking sucks. You’re not just sad, but you’re angry because you feel betrayed by your favorite show. I know from experience, the combination of pain and anger can be hard to process for many.

I just wanted to let everyone know your pain is real, you’re not “overreacting.” Don’t let anyone demean your mourning process. I’m sorry you’re going through this but I know you will support each other. 💚