*TEARS OKAY TEARS*

Well today has been pretty shit.

A big fuck you is being sent out to more or less everyone I know. Friends are crap. We’re better off without them.

Except Internet friends they’re great. (Story is in the tags for you nosy lil fuckers)

I just wanted to say something for all of the IchiRuki fans out there: As an IchiHime fan, sure of course I’m happy, but I’m so sorry for you all too… If you are mad, feel cheated and anything in between… I don’t blame you honestly. There was a lot going on between those two and I know how that pain feels (hint: it’s really bad and it hurts *cough*narusaku*cough*). But anyways, don’t let anyone else stop you from shipping your ship okay? Your ship was special and for someone to tell you to stop… No. Do not allow it. Please be strong and I really hope you will all feel better with time. You guys and your ship will always be special, ya’ hear?

The contents of this letter threw Elizabeth into a flutter of spirits, in which it was difficult to determine whether pleasure or pain bore the greatest share. The vague and unsettled suspicions which uncertainty had produced of what Mr. Darcy might have been doing to forward her sister’s match, which she had feared to encourage as an exertion of goodness too great to be probable, and at the same time dreaded to be just, from the pain of obligation, were proved beyond their greatest extent to be true! He had followed them purposely to town, he had taken on himself all the trouble and mortification attendant on such a research; in which supplication had been necessary to a woman whom he must abominate and despise, and where he was reduced to meet, frequently meet, reason with, persuade, and finally bribe, the manwhom he always most wished to avoid, and whose very name it was punishment to him to pronounce. He had done all this for a girl whom he could neither regard nor esteem. Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her. But it was a hope shortly checked by other considerations, and she soon felt that even her vanity was insufficient, when required to depend on his affection for her – for a woman who had already refused him – as able to overcome a sentiment so natural as abhorrence against relationship with Wickham. Brother-in-law of Wickham! Every kind of pride must revolt from the connection. He had, to be sure, done much. She was ashamed to think how much. But he had given a reason for his interference, which asked no extraordinary stretch of belief. It was reasonable that he should feel he had been wrong; he had liberality, and he had the means of exercising it; and though she would not place herself as his principal inducement, she could, perhaps, believe that remaining partiality for her might assist his endeavours in a cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return. They owed the restoration of Lydia, her character, every thing, to him. Oh! how heartily did she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had ever encouraged, every saucy speech she had ever directed towards him. For herself she was humbled; but she was proud of him. Proud that in a cause of compassion and honour, he had been able to get the better of himself. She read over her aunt’s commendation of him again and again. It was hardly enough; but it pleased her. She was even sensible of some pleasure, though mixed with regret, on finding how steadfastly both she and her uncle had been persuaded that affection and confidence subsisted between Mr. Darcy and herself.

[IMPORTANT] PLEASE READ!

Yesterday, @ftagustd made a post here asking Armys to respect Ladies Code’s Rise on her birthday in sight of the mockery from Armys angry that attention was being taken away from Yoongi’s mixtape. Since then she has received a barrage of death threats telling her to go kill herself, to commit self hard, and disgusting, appalling behavior to the point that she actually started self harming. PLEASE please take a moment to send her a message and let her know that what she spoke out against was the right thing to do, that she deserves to be commended not hated, and that she is NOT ALONE. Please send any messages you have for her with your user showing, as she has for the time being turned off anonymous asks. Please spread the word that this type of disgusting, inhumane treatment IS NEVER OKAY, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.  

“Shhh give me a minute.” Theo’s headphones are still on his ears when the other person approaches him. Suddenly the mistake of listening to Blond in any other place but in his room, full immersion and secluded from the world with the lights turned off, was growing increasingly apparent. What can he say? This was a danger to his emotions. “I’m still astral projecting into another plane because Frank Ocean has delivered, my skin is clear, my crops are flourishing. It’s been four years and I thought I was prepared– I wasn’t.

anonymous asked:

So Bill, now in Will’s body do have a sudden urge to cry a lot?

(W): NOPE! HAH!!

(W): I AM COMPLETELY–

(W): WH–

(W): YOU GET BACK IN THERE!

(W): THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT-

(W): SO, NOPE!

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Warning, HUGE wall of text guys.

Oh my lord, you guys are like. I was innocently putzing around my tumblr. chilling, and then decided, hey, I should go to my inbox and finish my prompts now that I’m not blatantly dying or busy. only to come back to…

5,018 followers.

5 thousand. And 18 followers.

This is honestly a huge deal for me, guys. This is. Amazing. When I first started this blog, I wasn’t sure what it was gonna be, I honestly thought that I was probably gonna just be posting my snippets of writing, and well, I’d just be kinda chilling in the background, because I honestly didn’t like my writing and thought it wouldn’t amount to anything much, and I just wrote because it was kinda fun for me, a way to just diffuse after stressful days. (As long as I didn’t reread what I had written, because that just made me feel worse sometimes.)

And then things took a turn. It just. Shot up??? I started getting likes, reblogs, and people started messaging me telling me they loved my writing, I gained followers, I met some super bae worthy awesome people while talking to people who liked my writing, and things just kept going and going, and now…

I don’t know, I honestly want to cry right now guys. There are 5,018 people who like my writing. Who follow this blog for what I write. This was such a huge moral boost for me, and I especially needed it today, I woke up feeling like crap, and honestly, I’m an emotional mess.

I guess, I just want to say, thank you so much. I really, honestly, am grateful. You guys liked the blog, so you followed it, and that means so much to me. You guys all mean so much to me. You guys liked the stuff I posted, which, half of it, feels like ramblings for me, but you guys liked it enough to follow me.

And that’s mind blowing. So mind blowing. Thank you so much, you guys. For being there, for being here, right now, right at this moment. Thank you.

Now I’m just gonna go and cry out of happiness now. Thank you. Have an amazing day, I love you all. <3

Ryuu out.

Do you ever just look at your reflection in the mirror, and want to scream and break it? Do you ever just hate what you see so much that you just burst into tears? Do the voices in your head then just scream at you telling you your not enough? That you will never be enough? I hate it too. And sometimes I just grab my head and scream and them to go away. But they don’t.

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y'all… please watch this

badlydrawnchibikanda  asked:

I'm sorry ... but your blog's title ... I can't be helped I broke my glasses ... I saw "so many boobs" ... I was like "Wait what ?" And then .... AAAAA- I'M SO SORRY !!!

WHAT AHAHAHA omg i’m so sorry ARE YOUR GLASSES OKAY?? 

(i’m sorry i’m like. dying of laughter here. thank you!!)

anonymous asked:

Uhm Okay ask game: while on holiday I saw a stray baby cat in the neighbourhood and it was so smol and lovely and I brought it inside the house. Then the holiday ended and we illegally smuggled the cat into my home country. She's 6 years old now.

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND I’M REALLY EMOTIONAL RN???

Bless you you have a beautiful soul <333333

JANICE RAND