YA BOOK MEME : eight ops [03/08] [adrian/sydney]

"The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They’re amazing… like molten gold. I could paint those…" He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Okay I will do the thing.

So a lot of people have been doing “reblog and ill leave a whatever in your ask” or something like that and then don’t do it.

I don’t want to be that person. 

So instead I’ll go up to 113. 

Reblog and if your of the first 113 you’ll get one of these based on your blog:


that’s my friend Candie.

Just make sure your ask box or submit thingy is open.

Okay that’s all bye.

"There is the heat of love, the pulsing rush of longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible - magic to make the sanest man go mad." Homer, The Iliad

My brother’s a redneck in the national guard and a definition of a bruh and pulled me aside to ask how he could make me comfortable and be more supportive with me coming out as trans and apologizing for not fully understanding it and forgetting to use male pronouns at times.

it was amazing and he’s never been this cool to me seriously

my dad’s girlfriend, on the other hand, stared at me all night and got really offended when i was given a baby to hold, and she took him away relatively roughly? despite saying for years that i should learn how to hold one and be more comfortable around children? and thats the only interaction we had/

my dad actively ignored me and my boyfriend? like iwe both said more to other people than to each other, despite me knowing only a few people at my nephew’s birthday party.

but it really bothers me that he seemed to actively ignore alan becauuse they always got along so well and could talk for an hour about stuuff. dad gave him the cold shoulder.

i think it’s his association to me.

I’m real tempted to video a makeup tutorial demonstrating basic, lazy people makeup, becauuse fuck what half these bitches do to there faces. most ‘steps’ are unnecessary and a watse of their expensive product their parents probably brought for them. if only i had a good quality camera

ladysunami said:

How does one become your senpai? o.0

well my senpais are usually either people who got me into a fandom i proceeded to lvoe the fuc ko ut of, or people wh owrite fuckign hella good fanfic, or people who just start calling me “kouhai” and i rool with it becauuse why not that’s fine by meeeeeee :D

i literally want to bang my head repeatedly against my desk in English becauuse everybody flirts with anybody its the weirdest shit ever…like I don’t think some people are used to flirting with people in the outside world so they turn to each other and I literally don’t know where to look half the time:d

i literally fucking hate myself this isnt a fucking joke. sometimes i wish i woukfve never found furries or deviantart because after 2 years of finding out about things my whole point of view changed about everything and everything has been spiraling downwards since then. if i didnt find out about deviantart and tumblr i would be a normal kid that everyone likes. id be a cis girl and wear makeuo and shave my legs and everyonr would accept me becauuse im normal. my mom wouldnt talk about me all the time and constantly be pissed at me because i shut the world out. i hate knowing that there are so many wrong things in the workd that normal kids and adults would never understand. nobody fuckinh understands me i dont even understand myself. i come down to the point wgere i cry everyday because my life fucking sucks and theres no way for me to turn back. i hate being myself i hate being misgendered everyday i hate knowing that nobody will wver know the real me without freaking out about it. i hate myself i hate my fucking life i wany to take back so many things but i cant. i just want to leave and never come back. i want to shrivel up and die

So today in Pe

Some kid tripped me and i fell flat on face on the concrete, hitting my head and scraping both my elbows and knees. I was dripping out blood right? No nurse at school, and my PE teacher says “eh you’ll be fine just go to class I’ll give you ice. Seven hours ago and still bleeding. Borderline to needing stitches on my left knee. Great…. 

I know im gonna fall asleep before I do this fuckin essay. I hate myself for doing shit like this. I fucking hate writing essays. I dont want to analyze how fucking literary terms affect the meanong of fucking poems. Fuck all of it I dont even wanna go tomorrow bur I have to becauuse I didn’t go yesterday… stupid alarm didnt go off…