*interview: written

Whether You Like It Or Not

..All I know is that it ends. It gets better whether you like it or not. All that you have to do is nothing drastic.

The bad feelings, the bad times, they always feel permanent, endless, like they are a not-so new fact of life. But they end. They pass. Without notice sometimes, without rhyme, without reason. They just pass.

-Me

After a while, you stop worrying about what people think of you. You realize that the most important thing is how you feel about yourself and other people’s opinions begin to fade from the back of your mind. It’s not easy, and it takes a while, but once it happens, it’s liberating.
—  (via fraagmented)

I don’t want to see the version of you everyone else sees…

…show me the side you’re afraid I’ll walk away from

It sucks doesn’t it? Not being able to do something you desperately want and feeling utterly hopeless and so damn worthless. And it sucks ‘cause you have no one to blame but yourself even though some people might be the reason as to why you are here right now—Feeling completely and utterly worthless.

there is a girl,
as lonely as the sun
with burns across her
chest, seeping poison

there is a girl
who howls at the moon
during the night with swollen
eyes against her pillow case,

there is a girl,
with the feeling of guilt
dripping off her shoulders
because she didn’t believe
she was good enough.

there is a girl
who is so sorry that she
will ink the paper with the
words of bloodshot eyes
and black venom in her heart
yet the same girl will
understand how much
he lost when she is
rewarded with endless
happiness.

—  there is a girl

She fell in love with you, your eyes, your hair, your fucking smile. But all you wanted to do was hurt her and you don’t know why. You don’t know why you decided to forget her real beauty, you don’t know why you left someone so forgiving and that’s what hurts her the most. Not because you cheated or kissed another woman, not because you slept in bed with her best friend. Sure those things hurt a lot, but what hurt her the most, what killed her inside was that she didn’t know why you left. Why you left when she forgave you or why she decided to sleep in the same bed you slept with her best friend in.

Maybe kindness is killing her instead of you.

—  Theo Aguirre
I once walked in a desert, and saw a single rose, beautifying the atmosphere and warming the air.
I find the same beauty and warmth every time I see your smile.
All I’ve ever hoped and dreamt of is going somewhere in life, that will make people proud. Yet, everyday I just show you I’m unable to do the things you want, buy the things you want, go to college for you. If only you knew the hardest task I face daily, is facing myself in the mirror after fighting with myself to get out of bed. You’re materialistic with things you want from me. You never wish me happiness. You’d rather have bragging rights about all the things I’m doing in life, than have the clear subconscious of me being happy. You asked me how I am today, and I told you I’m fine. You believed me, and that’s when I knew. You never cared about me. Only for yourself.
—  I’m Doing The Best I Can // MB
Your love coloured my soul in such a way, that rainbows seemed bland before it…
scherzo rondo

happy birthday @beanpots!!!!!!!!! <3 here’s a … i can’t say drabble at this point but!! here’s something!!!! i hope you like it!!!!!!! 

{ complete | 11.5k | Viktor/Yuuri, Yuuri&Yuri }

summary:

Half past ten in the morning is still too early to have an angry teenager attempt to batter your front door down, as far as Yuuri is concerned, but when that angry teenager is demanding help in throwing a surprise together for his grandfather’s birthday, there’s not a lot to be done.

Yuuri Katsuki is not, has never been, and more than likely will never, ever be a morning person.  Mornings are early and beds are generally too cozy, what with all the warmth and softness and not-being-awakeness that they come with.  Waking up and having to rip himself from a cocoon of blankets is generally a painful, sad process.

But there are some things that make mornings okay, like when he isn’t woken by a blaring alarm or too-cheerful Yuuuuri, time to go to practice!s, but is instead gradually made aware that he’s conscious by soft touches and softer kisses, pressed into his hair or trailed down his jawline.

Like … right now, in fact.

{ ao3 }