Dear love,
I know you went to sleep a couple of hours ago. And I know I should be sleeping to because I have school in the morning, and I have made a habit out of four hours of sleep. But oh, how the thought of you keeps me up. When I sleep my mind turns blank. A black screen. The televisions turned off. As blank as the skipped question you were not aware of. Dream of me, for I can not dream of you. Dream of me, dream of us, dream of you.

Dear love,
Dream of the future past and present.

Dear love,
Dream like the make believers that can’t get out of bed.

Dear love,
Dream like I am a girl you never met, never saw, never talked to.

Dear love,
Dream like you love me. Like you say you do.

Dear love,
Dream like a promise. So full and so true.

Oh, my dear love,
Dream like its the dream,you dream, to live.

—  Kalysta Ali
As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the line it all changed. Living turned me into nothing. Weird.. people are born in order to live, right? But the longer I’ve lived, the more I’ve lost what’s inside me - and ended up empty. And I bet the longer I live, the emptier, the more worthless I’ll become. Something’s wrong with this picture. Life isn’t supposed to turn out like this! Isn’t it possible to shift direction, to change where I’m headed?
—  Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore

Sometimes I press my ear against
My mother’s chest and listen to the
Steady beat of how a heart should
Sound and hold my palm tight to
Where mine should be beating in
Time, only I can’t feel it;

I’d think I had no heart if it weren’t
For how great a weight there was;
So heavy I don’t know how I can
Even stand without being pulled
Back down, and

Here’s the thing: my mom tells me
Heavy hearts are worth the most
Because they’re made of solid gold
And gold may be heavier than stone
But it’s also softer.

—  How is Your Heart Lately? (k.m.p.)

I had forgotten

I’m reading Lords and Ladies again, and I had forgotten

It’s not just that Magrat eventually accept herself and finds her own strength.

She turns her low self esteem into a strength. She’s so used to feeling inferior, to not being good enough and messing up, that at the end of the day, the Queen’s glamour and magic can’t work on her. Elves make you feel like you’re worthless, but that’s how Magrat feels on a daily basis anyway so it doesn’t touch her. (I’ll also point out that it probably means that the Queen just isn’t quite as nasty as Granny)

This is just so awesome and, again, as someone who really struggle a lot with self esteem, it is… reassuring


HEY TAYLOR!!! THIS IS MY SIGN FOR THE DETROIT SHOW, MAY 30TH!! I really like how it turned out and I hope you love it too!! You can check out my outfit ((here)) if you want! I can’t wait to see you again! This is TSwift concert #5 for me! I’ll be on the floor in section P, row 14, seats 9 & 10. My mom will be there too! It’s going to be so fun! I hope I finally get to hug you and thank you in person! 


Alyssa :)

taylorswift tree-paine

The whole myth that only some people are born with the ability to draw/make art in any way is honestly ridiculous okay? 

Like you know how many people have told me I’m lucky I was born with this skill?? Like excuse you honey, I spent years learning and refining my craft, I actually worked extremely hard for this, and it’s really damn insulting that you’d chalk that all up to being born good at it just bc you can’t draw

Anyone can make art, I don’t care how many excuses you have stuffed up your ass to make it seem like you physically cannot make art, because that’s all bullshit lemme tell you. I used to have these bookmarks that were painted by people who didn’t have arms/didn’t have function in their arms, and you know how they painted? With their feet yo, like not even the lack of being able to use their arms stopped them

So like, if you want to draw, stop making excuses because you’re afraid it’ll turn out bad. It takes work. It takes effort. Don’t ever make the mistake of not even trying, just pick up a pencil and make anything.

DP - Story Time

Phanniemay15 Day #26 - Stories

Wanted to try something a little creepy~ Vlad was the perfect candidate. Besides, he’s fun when he gets serious. This fic ignores Season 3. Those episodes sort of retconned “Games are over; I’m terrifying now” Vlad from “Kindred Spirits”, and that just won’t do for this. <3

Characters: Vlad Masters & Danny Fenton

Rating: PG for Violence; Suffocation.

Summary: Vlad has a story to tell, and it’s a story he really thinks Daniel would appreciate.

Story Time

Danny woke up with a start; the quick intake of breath and the stop of the heart.

Keep reading

BONELUST CUSTOM ORDER: just finished this custom order piece of a naturally deceased mis-molted pet Ghost Mantis, Morpheus, for their loving human parent. I’m really happy how she turned out. She’s posed clutched her prey, a lichen moth. On a natural bed of lichen.

This dry preservation project involved chemically wet preserving, pinning and then sealing in a container with Borax for several weeks to slowly pull the moisture out. Interested in something done for you like this with something you supply? Contact me at Bonelust.Etsy.Com to discuss the details, not here please.

For info on insect dry preserving see my #bonelustqanda post I already previously made on this topic. Look for an image of a dry mounted/posed wolfspider. And for my #insectpreservation tag. I will make a more extensive post about this at my blog at some point. 💚🐞💚 (at bonelust.etsy.com)

rayqxza asked:

Tutor!Makoto, Sousuke, and Rin playing a teaching form of strip poker w/ their student (i'M SO EXCITED for this one)


Makoto sighed as he looked down at their math homework. Another F. They obviously hadn’t been paying attention while he’d been explaining the right way to do the work. They had, however, been studying his face quite closely, as well as his body whenever he got up to sharpen a pencil. Makoto didn’t want it to come to this, but it seemed like there was no other option at this point. “Listen, ___… I really want you to get your grades up, so… how about this.” Makoto briefly explained the concept of the ‘game’ - when they answered five questions right, another article of his clothing would come off. They nodded eagerly, and as it turns out, they’d been listening quite well to his lessons, because he was down to only boxers in no time. They fired correct answers like mad, desperately trying to get Makoto to take them off. “Show me the grade on your next math test, and we’ll talk about that…”

Rin had had the idea from the beginning, but he most definitely wasn’t going to bring it up out of fear of looking like a pervert. The sexual tension was obviously there, though, and it was obvious that this ‘student’ liked him as much as he liked them. But how to bring up the idea without looking creepy, that was another thing… it didn’t seem like it’d be a problem, though, because they were clearly interested in taking things further. Needless to say, they were definitely interested in the idea, particularly in seeing Rin get (almost) naked. They struggled a bit at first, and things were moving pretty slowly, but with the help of Rin’s fabulous teaching skills, they were getting right answers in no time. And thus, Rin was taking his clothes off at a very fast pace. They were practically drooling as he removed his shirt, the taut muscles hidden underneath now exposed. They reached out to touch them, but their wrist was grabbed by Rin before they could. “Let’s consider that the grand prize…”

Sousuke was prepared to get this student to pass their next test by any means necessary. They’d been failing English this entire semester, but that was about to change. It was no secret that this particular student happened to also be Sousuke’s bae (sorry), so if things got weird, they got weird, and no one really had a problem with that. Things did end up getting weird, and they had convinced Sousuke to play strip poker with them ‘to help them study’. Every time they translated a word correctly, they got to pick something for Sousuke to take off. Suddenly they were the master of language, and were translating words they’d been struggling with all year. They let out a giggle and pointed towards Sousuke’s pants, earning them a smirk and a Sousuke only clad in boxers. “Come on, you know what I want…” They faked a frown, but Sousuke wasn’t giving in. “Can you translate ‘cocktopus’?” (i’m fucking crying i’m so sorry)


I have considered how things could possibly turn out if they didn’t like me. But then I thought, what do I have to lose. I’m having so much fun being a bearded lady, the worst that could happen is that I’d stay on the Burlesque stage, where I feel comfortable anyway.

anonymous asked:

How do you only have 900, you deserve at LEAST double that!

I have put a lot of work into this blog for almost 3 years now and I used to get frustrated that I wasn’t as popular as I thought I should be. But I realized I was so focused on getting something out of it, that I didn’t realize what I DID get out of it: I got some great friends, a boyfriend of 2 ½ years, and followers who I recognize and see often, like likeableartist who I featured in the last pic. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I really, really appreciate each and every one of you. All 900 and something of you<3


That mysterious place.

So, i’ve been emailing with Jaxon’s mom for the last hour and she’s been giving me some nice and neat ideas!

She sounds like a lovely in-law.

Well.. yes, but not yet my sweet sister.

mmmmmkay. Tell me more.

Well, out of all the things she mentioned… she told me they used to go on vacation to this really secluded, secret place out in the woods… full of peace and silence…. at least that’s how she described it.

oh, nice. the woods? Isn’t that where you were planning to go?

Yes… not exactly that place.. since I've just learnt about it… but now i’m curious to know how it is. Turns out it’s owned by a friend of the family… she’s going to talk to them to know if it’s going to be available.

So now.. you wait, right?..

Yeah… but in the mean time, why don’t we look for tomorrow’s agenda in town.. it’s Emilia’s last day of freedom.. as she would say.

haha, you’re right.. let’s see..

CS AU: The Things We Do For a Friend 1/2

Can internet dating lead to finding your soul mate? Mary Margaret and David believe that is the case but it turns out they’ve both been burned in that arena before. They enlist their cynical friends Emma and Killian as back up for them just in case they get stuck. What happens when they all meet?

Let me know what you think. Part 2 will come soon!


“Mary Margaret do I have to?”

“Please Emma, I really like him but I’m nervous to go alone. I promise just this one time.”

“That’s what you always say and then I end up finding a way to sneak you out of the restaurant when the guy turns out to be a creep.”

“Well, if all goes well with this one, and I have a good feeling about him, then this will be the last time.”

“Fine, I really hope he is. Honestly Mary Margaret I’m not sure how you can keep online dating. So far all the guys you’ve met have been creepy. Remember that guy that picked his nose when he thought you weren’t looking.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me about him. Thank god I had you watching from the bar. It’s a shame because he was actually cute. “

“Imagine kissing booger mouth at the end of the night.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Oh, and what about that guy who picked food off of other people’s plates at the hibachi when he thought no one was looking.”

“I know they can’t all be winners but at least I’m putting myself out there. When was the last time you had a date?”

She frowned and chewed her bottom lip.” I don’t know, six months ago.”

“Exactly Emma. One guy breaks your heart and you become a cynic for the rest of your life? Not all guys are like him.”

“I know. Maybe booger eater is available.”

Mary Margaret swatted her on the arm.”Not funny!”

“Come on, it’s a little funny.”

She watched as her friend walked back to her office in a huff. 

“Meet you at 7!”she called out. 

She thought she caught the tail end of a rude gesture from her before she disappeared. She never ceased to be surprised by her. 

Maybe Mary Margaret was right. She had been single and celibate for awhile now. She wasn’t about to step into the online dating pool like her but maybe she could make an effort to hang out with friends a little more. She had been head strong into her career for the last year and that one date she had, he was just ok, not anyone special that she would make an effort for.

She decided that she’d be a little more open to the possibility if something presented itself. She just had to get through babysitting Mary Margaret through another dating fiasco. She really did hope that this guy was decent for her sake. If she had to watch her beautiful friend sit across from one more bottom feeder she was going to lose it. Mary Margaret deserved someone kind, caring and decent like she was.

Keep reading