the feminine urge to compliment every girl i see

me everytime i see a blk fanfic writer

I decided to start journaling and did this today, I am actually pretty proud of how it turned out haha

    ،ㅤ📻ㅤ۰     𝄖    𝖠 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅i͟o͟n͟ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌.  ♡︎ ⠀꒱

[ID: a photo of a postcard, sent from The Samuel Adams Brewery 30 Germania Street Boston, MA 02130, phone number 617-368-5080. The note written on the card reads, “Hey, I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in boston and its the only address I know. Happy Holidays, MW.” /End ID.]

A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

"You're taking fucking forever in there."

You ignore Levi's irritated comment as you fiddle with the buckles on your shoes, too tiny to clasp easily and at a part of your ankle that requires your legs to be both tilted and bent to access them. A lethal combination in opposition to your dexterity.

"Are you sewing that dress by hand or what?"

His voice is nearer to your bedroom door now, a little bit more difficult to tune out with only the thin wood between you.

"No, my little mice helpers are doing that for me while I sing to them," you call back, but your words are light and flippant where his were heavy with the weight of his impatience.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did have your own army of vermin with the amount of junk you've got in this apartment." You can't see Levi's face but you know he's looking around your living room with his nose crinkled in the particular way he does when he finds something distasteful.

You scoff as you finally succeed in doing up your second buckle. You lift your head so you can snap your rebuttal directly towards your closed door.

"Sorry we can't all live like minimalist monks!"

another year over

levi ackerman x f!reader

wc: 2.6k

summary: levi hates his birthday; you just want him to know how loved he is.

contents: canon universe, levi's bday, fluff but also angst bc i always have to have it !!! all the scouts love levi !!

authors note: i've been wanting to write levi for so long, so here is my first attempt. i'm finally done with finals which is very exciting. i actually have some free time again

Ig: Chazlyn.yvonne 

— Daniel Saint

this quarantine, we’re bringing tumblr back! I’ve tried the other social media platforms, and I hate them! they make me use my real name! they’re always trying to sell me things! here, the mean users are random antis or racist bone thieves. on twitter, it’s the actual president of the united states. don’t you miss reading 1800 word rants about the way two characters looked at each other in a three second scene? wouldn’t you rather be looking at a gifset of katara right now? fuck instagram. I’m crawling back to my hovel.

THIS RIGHT HERE

Let’s not forget about the “give it to God” card. Hate it!

THANK YOU to:

Lynn Whitfield for her portrayal of Josephine Baker

Angela Bassett for her portrayal of Tina Turner

Halle Berry for her portrayal of Dorothy Dandridge

Queen Latifah for her portrayal of Bessie Smith

Diana Ross for her portrayal of Billie Holiday

And thank you to the casting directors for casting them.

dababy is really so fucking lit

this dude brought back the jabbawockeez????

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