but-i-don't-think-anyone-could-tell.

The signs as inspirational life mottos
  • aries:fuck the fucking fuckers before the fucking fuckers fuck you.
  • taurus:I just don't want to look back and think "I could have eaten that".
  • gemini:don't do meth, do math. it'll fuck you up twice as much.
  • cancer:never put off til tomorrow what you can straight up cancel.
  • leo:don't let anyone with bad eyebrows tell you shit about life.
  • virgo:why say something in 10 words when you can say it in 1000.
  • libra:everything happens for a reason. but sometimes the reason is that you're stupid and make bad decisions.
  • scorpio:why wrestle your demons when you can use them to kill your enemies.
  • sagittarius:if no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad of a decision can it really be.
  • capricorn:sarcasm, because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
  • aquarius:maturity is like a light switch. you only turn it on when needed.
  • pisces:today i will live in the moment unless it's unpleasant in which case i will eat a cookie.

When I find myself in times of trouble, Tony Stark comes to me, Speaking words of wisdom: ‘Stop procrastinating and study ffs!!’ ..thanks Tony! I’d be lost without you!

columbiaskies replied to your post:so basically i’m going to spend all day tomorrow…

*Kicks down door* DID SOMEONE SAY BIOSHOCK AU? What’s it for?

MAN NOT THE DOOR. WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT A DOOR?

and ummm, yeah. Boardwalk. >_> which is to say Boardwalk focusing only on the characters i’ve rp-written for. so basically Fallon and the Philly(ish) assholes and an oc drifter sort. and it’s all very vague right now but it makes my brain a happy place.

i continue to be angry about Fallon having even MORE self-doubt issues in Rapture and cutting records that continue playing long after Fallon’s died and the city’s fallen. and i really, really want a confrontation between splicer!Waxey and anti-plasmid!Manny (who is going to play apocalyptic world badass and guard the fuck out of his nightclub until he’s finally taken down). and okay i’m going to stop or i’ll just blather nonsense for fucking hours or something, but yeah. yeah, that’s the general idea.

Something I forgot to share:

Something really moving happened during our stopover in Istanbul. A Syrian woman with her 4 children approached my sisters and I and asked whether we were going to Amsterdam. It was a simple guess that we actually were. We said yes and she asked where she should go with her young children; it was her first flight. We told her she could stay with us and we started chatting with her children. She started telling us about her story and how she fled Syria to go to Lebanon. She told us that Syria was paradise on earth and that they had a house next to the sea. Her husband fled to Europe and asked for asylum and he got granted asylum. Years later they were allowed to follow him to the Netherlands. So there they were full of anxiety awaiting their new life in a foreign country. Having small bags with them having left everything behind. I was overwhelmed with emotions seeing their hopefulness for their new home in a new country.

The children were so happy as well, the youngest son said that as soon as he would arrive that he would be Dutch as well. That made me struggle to fight back tears even more. Knowing that him being accepted isn’t as easy as he pictures it to be. Especially when you can’t speak the language and know nothing about the culture (even then there’s no guarantee). But still they’re luckier than the refugees I saw on the streets of Lebanon. They literally have nothing. The children were so cute and still very young.

We approached the Dutch royal police and that’s were the anxiety kicked in again. The guy behind the counter was such an evil person. He thought we didn’t speak Dutch like them and he told his colleague “a Syrian family again I already had one today”. As if having two Syrian refugee families in one day is a lot to begin with. But anyways, she had her visa and all her papers were correct so hmdl she got in. The family got reunited again with the father. It was honestly such a beautiful thing. I feel so very blessed that god choose us to help them out. I’m really thankful. I honestly hope we can make dua for them and the others still struggling on the streets because in all honesty shame on us for how we collectively turn a blind eye towards the Syrians. Even though I wasn’t happy about going back “home”, I’m glad that to them it’s a new beginning and hopefully a better one.

If anyone ever says that Luke is a mature adult, I’m gonna show them the keek where he tripped over his own foot in a piggyback race and just laid on the ground giggling like an idiot with Calum.

since apparently that girl zayn was seen with is going to be “telling all”

does anyone think that zayn’s leave (which happened very soon after being spotted with the girl) could just be part of a very complicated way to end Zerrie? 

like management planned this fake “cheating” on Perrie, Zayn’s fake/temporary leave, the Perrie/Little Mix promo, all for an end to Zerrie and possibly Zayn’s return to the band?

I hate the fact that people grow apart. Like, you could be so close to someone for years on end. You just click from the beginning. You tell each other everything. Dreams, secrets, fears, a thousand more things. And you have all these inside jokes and you come to each other for help and advice and cheering up; you can hold each others’ hands without it being weird, and you can hug and play with each others’ hair. You tell each other things you would never tell anyone else. You’re just really, really close. And then for example you don’t go to the same school anymore. You say you won’t drift apart after graduation and that you’ll keep talking and hanging out, but very slowly you start to grow apart anyway. Maybe you don’t want to notice it at first, but it’s there in the small things. You hang out less, talk less, share less. Suddenly there are awkward silences where there first were knowing smiles.Touching casually becomes a big deal. All the good things you had with that person become less and less. And it just sucks because it feels like the other person doesn’t notice, like they’ve just moved on. They’ve got other friends to have those things with now. And you don’t know how to hold all these thoughts and feelings, how to put them into words, how to tell the other person all of this. Because it would be weird to share so much with them now. And you just wish you could reverse it.

List 10 fave characters (one per fandom) then tag 10 people

Tagged by: crazyreddfox

This was pretty hard! I didn’t think I could get to 10, then I went over it.. So these aren’t all my favourite characters/fandoms. And the ones I have listed could prolly change in a day.

Doctor Who: 12th Doctor

Harry Potter: Hagrid 

Alice in Wonderland: the Mad Hatter

Lord of the Rings: Gimli

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow


Pandora Hearts: Xerxes Break

Dragon Age: Anders

Avatar: Iroh

Supernatural: Castiel

Avengers: Thor

(my fave avenger changes all the time but I recently found a thor pop! figure that’s very cute so now he’s my favourite)

Okay so let’s tag people: sha-queera, mikiloos, thefishinthesky, feiwel, coasteren, hipstercoldplay, metaphoricalpsychopaths, fight-every-night-for-something

Okay and this is probably just me but you know those posts that are like you’re so important and I care about you even if you don’t think anyone else does blah blah blah, I know they’re meant to help but more often than not they make me feel 400 time shittier because my head immediately starts to argue with it. Like I could having a great day and see one of those and I tell myself it’s wrong and I’m actually worthless and then boom there goes my mood.

I can still see the soft movement of your lips.
silently singing along
“think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere…”
there aren’t many images I can clearly recall, but with you, all my senses seem alert
-screaming at me
telling me,
to remember everything
the scents, your body, the texture of your flannel that you threw in the back seat
your long fingers tapping to the beat on the steering wheel.
your sleepy eyes trying to stay awake.
emotions I can’t deny
but also refuse to ignore.
because any time spent with you
sticks with me,
for as long as it takes until I get to see you again.
your tall limbs-
tilting my head up, towards the sky & your face
-gentle soft, with rough edges.
clumsy and embarrassing
,like me.
an undeniable connection
brought by the most cliche horoscopes.
a silent conversation
I feel you with me
I sense us thinking of one another
simultaneously
we’ll wait, wonder & hope for the next time we’ll see each other…
—  cp

Your eyes can say more than any poem. They astound me, if I talk about them a lot it’s because they’re absolutely gorgeous and I really do lose myself in them. You’d never need to tell me you love me again if you wanted all you’d have to do is look at me. I’ve never known anyone who could say more with a glance. You light up my heart, I don’t think you even need to smile, but don’t get me started on your smile. I don’t know if I can do what you can, but I hope you feel my love as concretely as I feel yours.

If you’re 16+, you can sign up to at least ONE of the donation registers listed below. There’s next to no reason why you shouldn’t, and you could save a life. Or two. Or three. 

Blood donation, 17-35 year olds

Bone marrow donation, 16-30 year olds

Organ donation, 18+

I can’t put into words how much it would mean to me if one person from my Tumblr following was to join one of these and tell me about it! 

The only think I liked about the current show

at the gallery I work in, were these prints, that were available for anyone to take, and today’s the last day of the show, so I took one that I liked. Some lady just came into the office (which people always do and they aren’t supposed to) and took it. She already had three, but she liked this one more, so she took it.

I hate the fact why other people tell people to kill themselves. Like what the fuck is your problem?!? If you didn’t know, OH WAIT YOU DIDNT BECAUSE YOU DONT THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK OR TYPE WHAT EVER THE HELL YOU WANT ON YOUR PHONE. JUST IMAGINE THE PERSON YOU TOLD TO KILL THEMSELVES! YOU COULD GO TO JAIL! SO HOPEFULLY YOU THINK BEFORE YOU FUCKING SPEAK. I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT PEOPLES LIVES WHEN YOU OVER HERE ARE SAYING RUDE MARKINGS ON PEOPLE WHO DIDNT DO ANYTHING OR ARE DEPRESSED! THEY ARE PEOPLE WHO KILL THEMSELVES FOR WHAT YOU SAY! YOU OBVIOUSLY DONT CARE BECAUSE YOU WORRY ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK OF YOU! WHAT IF YOUR “FRIENDS” FIND OUT YOU SAID THAT? WHAT IF TOUR PARENTS FOUND OUT THEY OBVIOUSLY WOULD BE UPSET BECAUSE THATS HOW THEY DIDNT TEACH YOU WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE! GROW THE FUCK UP AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY!

Let me tell you something...

Hi my lovely people! 

First & foremost I want to thank you all for following my blog, which really doesn’t stand for anything but my thoughts on life, my passion for football (soccer), my never-ending love for quotes on absolutely anything and my ability to hit the reblog button of every other post (sometimes intended, sometimes by accident.)
When I started this I was thinking I could totally be a blogger but I guess it turns out I’m really not made for this. 

So I’ll just keep doing what I do and really hope I’m not bothering you with my randomness and my countless reblogs….(mostly of football in the last couple weeks, sorry season finale is always intense.) 

As always I do have a open ear for every single one of you. I’m not a therapist or anyone who has exceptional experience in life but I want to help where I can.

Hope everyone is having a lovely day!!


xx A.

Have you ever just accomplished something and it’s normal for everyone and to everyone it’s really not a big deal but for you it is but because it’s not a big deal to everyone else you can’t tell anyone and you kinda just stand there kinda sad because you really want to share your accomplishment but you can’t…
Because I’ve been feeling that a lot lately.