• Akaashi: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Hinata: ... I did. I broke it.
  • Akaashi: No. No, you didn’t. Kuroo?
  • Kuroo: Don’t look at me, look at Tsukishima.
  • Tsukishima: What?! I didn’t break it!
  • Kuroo: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Tsukishima: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Kuroo: Suspicious.
  • Tsukishima: No, it’s not!
  • Lev: Psst... If it matters, probably not...Bokuto was the last one to use it.
  • Bokuto: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Lev: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Bokuto: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that!
  • Hinata: Please, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it.
  • Akaashi: No! Who broke it?!
  • Kuroo: *whispering* Well, Kenma’s been awfully quiet this whole time.
  • Kenma: REALLY?!
  • *Yelling ensues*
  • *Camera pans to Akaashi*
  • Akaashi: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick
  • Akaashi: Well, good. It was getting awfully chummy in here.

You are valid

You are loved

You are wanted

I’m proud of you

I see you

Did you only get out of bed today? I’m proud of you

Did you get out of bed and get dressed? I’m proud of you

Did you get out of bed and eat something? I’m proud of you

Did you get out of bed, get dressed, and eat something? I’m proud of you

Did you do something so you could take care of yourself? I’m proud of you

That mask that you wear to protect yourself, I know why you keep it up, and its okay. I’m proud of you for being able to do that

Did you have a really bad day? You’re still alive and wanted. I’m proud of you for making it to the end of the day. Tomorrow may be better

Did you have a good day? You’re still alive and wanted. I’m proud of you.

Even if you had a total break down today and you were a wreck, I’m proud of you. You made it another 24 hours. 

Friendly reminder: Not all Nonbinary people want to look androgynous. Nonbinary doesn’t mean you can’t have boobs. Nonbinary doesn’t mean you don’t want genitals. For some it does. For some it doesn’t. Nonbinary can look feminine. Nonbinary can look masculine. Nonbinary can look like both. Nonbinary can look androgynous. But Nonbinary doesn’t have to look like anything. Nonbinary looks nonbinary. If you are nonbinary then you look nonbinary. There is no specific look you have to have.

Don't just eat her out. Kiss her pussy lips, suck her clit, slurp her juices up, finger fuck her till she drip and make her body shiver while you make that pussy quiver. And when she screams, lick her all over while she creams

I am adding more of me
with every candle that burns
to make sure
your eyes shine bright
Days go by and I realize
there aren’t enough postcards
to fill the words
I want to write you today
I will pluck
a little more infinity
from the stars every night
to send you dreams
that make sure you wake up
with smile all over your eyes
There isn’t a horizon
I didn’t wish to cross
to make sure you exist
though miles away
still a bit more here
every next moment
I keep my eyes open
May be I am still not enough me
at the moment to bring
you a brighter sun
But I hope
those lips curve upwards
a little more this time
And that way
I will find a bit more of me alive
for every next year
we are here in love

Happy birthday and the tightest hug of all time to you ❤ ❤ ❤

Ahh the month of February. The second month in our modern day Gregorian calendar. The month of purification. The shortest month among the other months. The month where it celebrates Valentine’s day, a day where we can show our love and spend time with one another. The weather is usually good this time of year.

A great way to start the month of February is the first day

Sebastian Michaelis x Charity Mood Board

“As far back as I can remember, I always love the colors red and black. I know that it was always beautiful to me and I hope to see if I can hold on to the red roses in an empty Chanel perfume bottle. I later grew up to love a movie that has the famous black dress that I have seen with my two eyes. I always love the mystery of a poet from long ago who wrote about a raven. I always love my little black dress with lacy black heels to match. My love for red and black never stopped. That’s when I first saw a tall man in a butler’s uniform. His appearances reflect a poem that made me think of him. The style of his black hair falls so perfectly on his face. His eyes are like two orbs of dark red rubies that had me spellbound. When I saw him, I felt something strong and powerful from him that was not from this world. I wanted to be a part of his world, but I wasn’t sure how. I wanted that connection that was just beyond my reach. It’s a romantic connection that I always see in movies and read in stories. He saw me as a strong young woman who is vibrant and happy. He has never seen anyone like me before. My height was average and my looks were beautiful according to him. I always thought he saw me as just another girl who wanted to have his affection. He never saw it that way. He looked at me with the same red eyes that I’ve feel for. He looked at me as soft, delicate, and truly beautiful. He made me feel like I was the most important person to him. Of course, I knew he wasn’t human. Did it scare me? It never did. Why? It’s because that I fell in love with him. In return, he fell in love with me with little heart he has in him. When we are around each other, I feel like that our bond grew stronger and more desirable every time when we hold each other close. A song will always appear in my head as I hum to it with the idea of him not being far behind. We will always make each other weaker and stronger at the same time. All of our memories will be something that will feel like that was only in literature and the love that defies everything. A young woman who loves romance and a fallen angel with an open heart. That is the story of us and our love for red rose petals on black satin sheets.”

I have to admit, if this ever happened in real life I’m pretty sure that it will be a difficult relationship to be in. At the end of the day, it’s all worth it.

Original Work & Mood: Charity L. Martin (Me: @itsjustlife231)