Mutual Inspiration. This is my idea of an ideal relationship. I do my thing and she does hers. Whether it’s maintaining our work, careers, friendships, families or whatever else is important to us. By doing this we influence or inspire each other to do well in all aspects in life. Making our mind, body, and soul grow every single day. It’s not going to be easy, there will be some rough patches and hard times but it’s okay. We are there to calm each other down with a heart to heart talk, a full body massage, a big hug, a kiss on the lips, or whatever we need. We always got each others backs in good times or in bad times. We are doing it up for ourselves, for each other and for our loved ones. We are in a constant state of perpetual growth. Two seperate bodies but we are on the same team. Always inspiring each other to do well in life.
—  The Khool Haus
Mutual Inspiration. I think this is what I would want in my ideal relationship. I do my thing and she does hers. Whether it’s maintaining our work, careers, friendships, families or whatever else is important to us. By doing this we influence or inspire each other to do well in all aspects in life. Making our mind, body, and soul grow every single day. It’s not going to be easy, there will be some rough patches and hard times but it’s okay. We are there to calm each other down with a heart to heart talk, a big hug, a kiss on the lips, or whatever we need. We always got each others backs in good times or in bad times. We are constantly doing it up for ourselves, for each other and for our loved ones. We are in a constant state of perpetual growth. We are two separate bodies but we are a tandem and we are on the same team. Always inspiring each other to do well in life.
—  The Black Tie
Mutual | Luke

“Bullshit.” Michael spat down the phone as you sighed.
“Mike it-”
“It was mutual my ass. Luke called it off, you just pretended to go along with it.” He groaned, and you decided that it was best not to reply. “Listen to me Y/N, that was the worst decision he ever made. Ever. He broke up with you because he didn’t want to spend 6 months without you, but what fucking good did that do? None. Fucking none. I don’t know what he was thinking. When he isn’t crying, he’s in a shitty mood, and he can’t even play the bloody guitar because he’s so freaking distraught. He was stupid and selfish and he still is. You wanna know what happened today?”
“W-what?” You replied quietly, hoping Michael didn’t hear your sniffling.
“He smoked three packs of cigarettes.” Michael sighed.
“What?” You coughed, the tears finally flowing down your cheeks.
“Three packs. Gone. Stole them from Cal.” He said. “Cal was pissed, and finally had a go at him for how much of a idiot he’s been and then he just went and fucking cried some more, and drank his weight in God knows what. Almost had to get his bloody stomach pumped!”
You mumbled something incoherent into the phone, causing Michael to sigh again as you tried to control your uneven breathing.
“Listen Y/N, Luke breaking up with you was a mistake. He knows that, you know that, I know that. You were - are - the best thing that has ever happened to him. We both know that.”
You nodded your head, and even though Michael couldn’t see you, he knew that you agreed.
“I’ve sent you a ticket to SFO which is where we’ll be next week. Our flight arrives about a couple of hours after yours. If you choose not to come, sure, I understand, but I know that you know what the right thing to do would be.” He laughed, and you swallowed, trying to control your crying.
“Okay.” You managed to choke out, causing Michael to chuckle again.
“See you next week then?” He asked, and you muttered another incoherent reply, before he hung up.
You dropped your phone in your lap, wiping at your now sodden cheeks.
He was right.
It wasn’t mutual, Luke had broken up with you before he left for tour, and you had no input on the matter. He never gave you a solid reason as to why, but even if he did, that wouldn’t have helped.
You locked yourself in your apartment for about 2 weeks, sobbing and watching reruns of old TV shows for at least 5 days straight, unwilling to talk to anyone other than Netflix and Ben & Jerry.
It was pathetic.
And now, almost 2 months later, when you thought that finally you might be beginning to get over Luke, Michael called. But as soon as you picked up the phone and heard the familiar voice of your friend, and your ex boyfriend’s friend, you realised that getting over Luke wasn’t going to happen any time soon, and he wasn’t getting over you any time soon either.
So, as you pulled the plane ticket out of the card that Michael sent, you knew what you were going to do. But still you turned it over in your hands as though you were contemplating the decision that had already been made.

*

The plane arrived a few minutes late, but you still had plenty of time to tell yourself how much of a bad idea this was.
So you sat in Starbucks, stirring your untouched drink, too nervous to even take a sip.
Your hands shook as you tapped your phone, trying to take your mind off where you were, and why you were there.
But none of your attempts to distract yourself worked, and so you simply sat and tried once again to calm your erratic breathing.
As the time of Luke’s arrival approached, the symptoms of a panic attack increased, your dry throat unwilling to accept the drink that you had bought around 90 minutes ago.
And finally, the announcement was made that their flight had landed, and it caused the butterflies in your stomach to go into overdrive.
Slowly you made your way to the area marked ‘Arrivals’ and you stood, facing the small opening as masses of people filed out.
Your eyes darted through the crowd, only seeing more and more strangers entering the airport.
And then him.
The familiar head of blond hair appeared, and your heartbeat immediately sped up as you caught a glimpse of his tired face.
He had large bags under his eyes, which were red and swollen slightly - much like your own.
This wasn’t the friendly face you recognised, this was someone as dishevelled as yourself, who looked as though they hadn’t slept in days.
You gulped loudly as he began to look around the airport, before glancing back down at the bags he was carrying.
His gaze shifted upwards once again, briefly catching yours and moving on, before immediately flicking back - causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
His eyes widened as he suddenly dropped the bags he was holding and began to walk towards you, his pace quickening.
He manage to dodge most of the crowds as he broke into a run, shoving a few people out of the way, a look of shock mixed with uncertainty still present on his face.
Your heartbeat increased as he neared, your eyes never leaving his until his body smashed into yours, his arms surrounding you in a crushing embrace as he buried his head in your neck.
You let out a long, unsteady breath and Luke inhaled deeply through his nose as though he was making sure it really was you.
His breathing was rapid and faltering as he held you tightly to him, not once loosening his grip around your waist as you rubbed his shoulders.
You had missed this.
It felt like hours before he finally spoke, his body still refusing to let go of you.
“I’m so s-so sorry.” He mumbled into your neck, and you could feel his tears soaking your shoulder.
“It’s-” you began, but he cut you off, his breathing gradually returning to normal.
“No, I was an idiot. Don’t ever let me do that again.“ He finally pulled away, still keeping his arms around your waist as he rested his forehead on yours.
“I won’t.” You chuckled, wiping your tears as Luke continued to stare at you.
“I missed you so much.” He whispered, pressing a brief kiss to your lips before pulling you close and burying his head in the crook of your neck once again.

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Follow Spree!

So yeah, since my tastes in tv series and movies have changed lately, I need to follow new people with whom I can obsess over those things:

  1. Marco Polo
  2. Star Wars (Jedistormpilot and Stormpilot in particular, my bbys)
  3. Sherlock
  4. Doctor Who
  5. Jessica Jones
  6. Random hilarious posts
  7. Hannibal
  8. Precious babies such as: Oscar Isaac, David Tennant, Tom Hiddleston, John Boyega, Karen Gillan, Jenna Coleman, Daisy Ridley and so on
  9. Art in general
  10. LGBT+ friendly themes

I follow back, I promise, just as long as you don’t run a blog full with external urls and clickbaiting (ugh).

Happy New Years

This is for all my followers and mutuals , I just wanted to thank you all for being nice to me and being my friends, and helping me grow as a person , I never expected to make this many friends or have this many followers, it pretty surreal . Anyways you are all awesome and loved by me , if this year was a not so great one , I hope you can look back at in 2016 and say that 2015 never held you back. I hope you have a amazing 2016 and your favourite group/bands make amazing new music (or finally take a rest *side-eyes* EXO).

Heres to a awesome year (^w^)

Originally posted by orchid-bud

thecrappyartist asked:

Nozoeli 17 c:

Yo Kim I gotchu

Nozoeli: shy kiss

You’re curled around her like a particularly enthusiastic anaconda, limbs and noses and all this hair brushed into your mouth that leaves you both sputtering like you’ve been asked if you’re… if you’re dating. If you are together?

“Eli,” she says sleepily, and you, on instinct, pull her tighter, feeling all the places skin touches skin like localized sunburn; like she’s branding you with contact. It’s okay. You like it. You like her, so much - the crooked teeth and round face with the bright smile and wicked humor and the gleaming laugh and the way she cares and makes you feel alive, flying yet grounded.

“I love you,” you manage, and bundle your dumb, sentimental, burning face into the tangled wildness of her hair and hope she didn’t hear. 

When she kisses you, it’s like bursts behind your eyes - staring into the sun, camera flashes, lightning and fireworks. You move your lips shyly into her touch and feel how much she loves you in the moment.

Dear mutuals.

I’m trying to get better at checking out your blogs and interacting, especially as this site seems to have gotten real quiet since the lack of replies and the unwanted messaging system was introduced.

If your a mutual, please like this post (no need to reblog, i’ll bookmark the permalink) and I’ll do my upmost to interact with you. I follow almost 2000 blogs now and my dash goes by in a blur and my x-kit tracked blogs is full, so this is the only way I can do it without having a mass clear out.

I’ll reblog this post a few times to try and reach you all. 

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Thank you Robyn!! dream-as-big-as-you-want for giving me an excuse to post selfies that I definitely didn’t dig up from literally 7 months ago (:

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