writes love letters to them

Jason Brinley surprised his wife by decorating their bedroom with 7,000 love letters. He spent months writing notes on Post-Its and arranging them on cardboard panels- which he used to cover the walls. Every note contains something he loves about her, like ‘I love that you put animals before people,’ and 'I love that you sing when you cook and no one else is around.’ Source


tae is lucky to have him

Post-it Q. Taehyungie what is Jimin’s charming point? ©
Taehyung: 1) Eyes 2) Abs 3) Voice 4) Park Jimin’s very existence 

10 things you should know before you say you love me:
1. I cry when I get angry
2. If I see a dog when we’re walking down the street, I will stop to pet it. Please let me.
3. I can’t cook, but I can eat
4. I will sometimes write you love letters that don’t make sense; read them anyway. They’re the only way I’ll be able to tell you how much I love you.
5. I will have days where I am too sad to get out of bed, or even talk to you. You don’t have to do anything, just kiss me and let me know you’re there. I’ll be okay eventually. 
6. My laugh is really loud and obnoxious, I hope you don’t get embarrassed by it.
7. I’m stubborn. It’ll be really difficult for you to win an argument against me.
8. I will want to show you off. To my family, to my friends, to my coworkers, to anyone who will listen.
9. Silly animation movies are my favorite. I will make you go to the movie theater with me to see them.
10. I’ll never get tired of  touching, kissing you.
—  10 things you need to know before you say you love me

there will be days when you are tired of never being enough; never being good enough, brave enough, clever enough, strong enough. when the words flow out of you, choppy and fragmented, and spit out onto the paper in a tangled mess, when even the thing you do best isn’t the best.

on those days, it’s awfully hard to love yourself, but try, all the same. brew yourself a cup of tea and watch the sky, the clouds, the rain. call a friend and cry over the phone. write love letters to yourself and keep them in a jar. dance around the room in an invisible waltz. tuck yourself into bed with a pint of ice-cream and your favourite show. laugh and scream and cry and be you. but most importantly, remember that you have always been good enough.

—  r.s.
A Spell to Let Go

💧Intent: to let go of someone you loved because they are no longer adding to your life. For romantic love and friendships.

2 glasses
Moon water
snow/snow water/rain water/storm water/ice from your freezer
paper and pen
fire and firesafe bowl

💧The Incantation

I miss you
not for what we are
for what we were
could have been.
I let go of you completely
so we
can love who we have
more completey
I let go of you completely
As winter comes and goes
of you I let go

Set up a glass of rain or snow water and a glass of drinkable moon water

Write a letter to your loved one saying everything you will miss about them, everything you love about them, but most importantly, why you are letting go of them.

Burn the letter (or rip it up if you don’t want to set a fire)

Mix the ashes in with the rain/snow water.

Focus right now in this being the last time you put energy into them. You will think about them in passing but you will never dwell on them and never contact them again. Throw the water with the letter in it outside. Throw it, get it away from you.

Go back inside and use that moonwater to make yourselfa glass of tea or coffee. focus on yourself and all the love you have in your life. Put all the energy you were spending back into yourself and your loved ones. Call your sister, text your partner you love them. PUT THAT ENERGY BACK WHERE IT BELONGS.

The rain water or snow water is supposed to symbolize change, so you can use ice from your freezer if you want. If you forgot to make moon water you can charge some water with Selenite nearby, or just use tap water.

It may take multiple spells throughout the process of letting go of them. Letting go of someone you loved and shared your life with is so hard, and its going to take time. Don’t panic if this spell doesn’t work right away. It will eventually, or a different one will, or you will let go of them in a mundane way.

As always, good luck! 🌱


“I really wanted the hip-hop community to embrace Hamilton because it’s such a love letter to them… I thought I would write a bunch of great songs that tell the greatest hits of Hamilton’s life, have artists cover it, and someone else would stage it later. When I first said, ‘hip-hop, Founding Fathers,’ they thought it was a spoof. But the show makes its own case.” x


Someone’s in love with our soft boy Yuuri, I wonder who it is…

Small attempt of a comic from a AU of mine. It contains chubby Yuuri and many love letters from a certain Russian exchange student who didn’t pay attention in English class back in Russia and now has to suffer through the consequences of being shit at writing love letters, or English in general.

Yuuri still loves them tho.

Edit: before you ask, yes I did forget to draw his glasses like the idiot that I am : )

a letter to the first

There are so many things I could say right now but I don’t even know where to start. My heart has never hurt so bad and I am trying so hard to keep it together because I am tired of crying but I just have so many feelings. I feel sick. I feel stupid. I feel played. And the worst part is that I had a feeling that day I saw him with her in the lobby. I just knew and I kept knowing, but I allowed myself to be blinded by everything else. He was just so smooth and he knew what he was doing and I completely fell for it. I believed he was a good person no matter how many shitty things happened to him. I told him he deserved a good girl. I told him he was a good person. I told him I wouldn’t give up on him. And I hope the guilt of that eats away at him because I was and I am the person he needed. I was there for him and I wanted to help him and I was patient because I knew he had a good heart. But now I don’t know. I can’t get any emotions out of him. And yeah I wonder how things would be different if we’d had sex. And yeah I wonder if that’s the reason he was fucking around with her. And yeah I wonder what it is that she had that I didn’t. And yeah I wonder if he got bored with me. I just want to know why I wasn’t enough for him. Does he care if I come back to him? And I know, or at least it feels like, he doesn’t feel sorry that he did it but sorry that he got caught. I don’t want to be her friend. I just want to fix things between me and him. But I’m only willing to talk to him if he is willing to open up and show me emotion. If I tell him I want a relationship is he ready to commit. If he can’t then I hope he knows he lost someone who only wants to see him do good. Someone who was there to help him grow. Someone who understood / understands his anxiety and his depression and refuses to hold it against him. Because I won’t. I get it and I know that it’s real. And I know how it feels. At the end of the day he is going to lose more form me than I am from him. Good luck finding someone who cares half as much as I do. Good luck finding someone who will look out for you and worry about you the way I did. Someone who will take all of your secrets to the grave. Someone who doesn’t judge you and instead only tries to understand. Someone who looks past the flaws and the mistakes. I won’t talk bad about your character and I won’t tell everyone your secrets and I won’t get revenge on you or ruin your life. Karma will take its course and you’ll get what’s coming to you. And I hope your mom asks about me, and whether or not you tell her how you screwed it up is up to you, but I hope the guilt comes crawling back. I hope you never forget the look on my face when you made me cry. I hope overtime you drive through Portland you picture me in your passenger seat. But above all I hope that you figure it out one day. I hope that one day you stop seeing yourself as a bad guy, someone who only hurts people. I hope you see yourself as the guy that I have always seen you as. I hope you own up to all of your mistakes and that you grow from them. And whenever you need it I’ll still be here to listen and give you advice because I know what it’s like to lose the one person who understands, in fact I’ve done it twice now but I won’t do that to you. But for now I need to look after myself. I need to focus on my own goals. I’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll all be okay. Life has a way of working itself out. 

The Idea

Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)

Request(s):  “Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “ OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!” 

Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing

A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous. 

Bucky Version

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Are you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”

Sam’s voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into his open arms.

“Mornin,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.

“The sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.

“Are we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.

“I sincerely hope not.”

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I know you’re out there - Miraculous ladybug animatic!!

Okay I know that’s its kinda confusing (rip me for making this in just 2 days) but here’s a summary!
Marinette writes down little love letters and folds them up into paper airplanes. She hopes that Adrien, will find them and return her feelings. Turns out Adrien does find them and thinks that they’re from his ladybug (aka also marinette). So he transforms into Chat noir to go find ladybug and return his feelings by showing her that he found the airplane she set. Ladybug sees this and did not want him because she wanted adrien! So she got angry with chat leaving both of them very sad and depressed. Marinette makes another paper airplane, tries to throw it in the air but it falls on the ground. But another airplane falls down right in front of it too. It was Marinettes first airplane that chat found. But standing behind it was Adrien. Seeing this, she now know adrien is chat noir. and Adrien seeing Marinette with another airplane and same note, he figures out that marinette is ladybug. Adrien finally returns his feelings and they finally get together!!! Woohoo!!

Hope you guys enjoy!!


a/n: Tur·bu·lent /ˈtərbyələnt/- not controlled or calm, a.k.a., Arthur Kirkland with a crush. 

A.k.a., it’s a lame pun :(  anyway okay, have this. I have like two requests in the inbox that I’m working on but I just recently rode an airplane and couldn’t help myself. 

Arthur knew planes.

With three brothers living in three different countries, he was quite used to the whole process. His local airport map was practically burned into the back of his head, hell, some of the guards there liked to greet him for old times’ sake- old times being the last time his brothers had craved a reunion out of the blue and Arthur found himself forced to comply, boarding a plane at the most ungodly of hours for the sake of Kirkland togetherness.

A case Arthur was forced to repeat today. To board a plane because they simply had to meet at this specific given time, no earlier no later! Never mind the hole it burned in Arthur’s pocket, family above money!  

At this point, he liked to think he could recite the safety demonstration presentation by heart. Yes, airplane rides were, as made evident by the lack of surprise or thrill, painfully boring.

But yet there he was that particular day, despite all his complaining, despite everything in his body telling him it was just another boring plane ride, there Arthur was- lips parted in what could only be awe, fingers, for the first time, fumbling with the belt in his lap. It was as if, suddenly, everything was foreign to him.

And oh god, it was the worst. It was the complete worst because Arthur was helplessly gay and the flight attendant was hot.

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so. what about an au where alfred hamilton realised that mcgraw was flint and thought ‘…..hey, this could be useful’ and instead of having peter ashe tell james and miranda that thomas was dead, sent a letter himself informing james that he would have thomas removed from bethlem and kept somewhere far kinder, if james followed his orders. attacked the ships alfred told him to. that thomas would surely die if left in bethlem much longer. that alfred himself would make sure of it, if james were to refuse his request. 

the only thing i’m ashamed of… is that i didn’t do something to save him.

what wouldn’t james do for thomas hamilton? nothing 

5 things I've learned this 2016:
  1. There’s nothing more erratic than the seasons of life. There are times when it’s gloomy, frosty, and the silence is louder than the ghosts inside your heads. But there are brighter ones, when the sun is at its peak, your eyes glimmering with hope and anticipation for the soft pecks on your cheeks. And above all, the speck of mantra that all these shall pass, too. You’ll wake up one day and it’s over. It will never be an immediate blink of an eye, but it will only slowly disappear like thin wisps of clouds on an autumn morning. Because it’s true: this too, will pass. As long as I continue to hold on to myself and as long as i have hope and courage inside my chest, it will pass.

  2. You always have to work with all the possibilities. Reevaluate, restrategize, list down all the other options. It is not always the first suggestion that works; sometimes, it requires a minute of putting on my thinking hats, there are even more complicated situations that take more than an hour, a day, even months or an entire year to finish. Do not settle for less, always choose to be more.

  3. Remember to be kinder in everything that you do; believe in the little acts of kindness. Greet your friend through text messages, spontaneously give them a hug, smile at strangers, purchase your favorite bread and make sure you let your sister get a bite, write letters to people, make them feel your love, give the sort of love you were never able to receive. Do not permit anybody to ever feel the way you once hopelessly felt. It is always these little things that matter. It is always these little things that make us better people.

  4. It’s alright not to feel okay sometimes as long as you don’t hold on to it like a keen attachment of thirst for sadness. You can always cry, you can always ask for breathing spaces. Such is life and tragedies are inevitable. You always have the right to feel sentimental or to just break down. Breaking down is part of the learning process. You break down and then you stand up. You break down and then you move. Learn when you shall let go of the sadness. That is the secret to being positive.

  5. No matter how heart breaking it is to let go of the person you love the most, always remember that you will fall in love again. It may not be the same feeling, not a person but an inanimate object, music, place, event, but you will fall in love again. And it may not be as magical or it may not end up as perfect, but you will fall in love over and over and over again. It will break you, but learn how to make it a building block that makes you become a better, stronger person. There’s always space for second chances, don’t be afraid to fail.

scarletsaphire  asked:

They're called sparklers, if you're still wondering.

omg sparklers is such a cute name though????? in german they are called “wunderkerzen” which literally translates to “miracle candles”… and that’s also super cute tbh <3

anonymous asked:

Could I get some cute poly headcannons for Zen/ Human s/o / Genji? :)

  • the three of you have a deep emotional bond
  • meditating together every morning at sunrise 
  • Genji and you sharing some tea 
  • Zenyatta loves to have conversations with you about spirituality
  • you play with Zen’s orbs when you’re bored - he secretly likes it even if he scolds you when you do so 
  • Genji’s for the body, Zen is for the soul 
  • Genji loves to wrap you in a blanket and cuddle until you fall asleep 
  • Zenyatta tends to stay up very late; You join him if you can’t sleep and the two of you watch the stars together
  • you leave small love letters everywhere for them
  • Zen writes you poems in return (he’s very talented)

anonymous asked:

I follow you on twitter and sometimes you retweet 2 dudes that kinda remind me of Dazai and Chuuya. The small dude is blond and the tall one has red hair I think. Where are they from?

They’re actually…also Dazai and Chuuya! Tho in name only and they’re from a web browser game called Bungou to Alchemist. It’s pretty similar to Touken Ranbu if you’ve played it before.

This one is Nakahara Chuuya, Booze Fucker Extraordinaire, is very persistent on dragging Dazai out to drink with him, generally he bullies Dazai likes no tomorrow (the irony).

This one is Dazai Osamu, No 1 Akutagawa Fanboy, is bullied by Chuuya on a daily basis but oddly enough writes love letters to Chuuya and Chuuya only in the game.