Own-The-Night

‘What is it like to be in love?’

'It’s like being lost at sea for decades, when no one has come out looking for you, but suddenly someone showed up in the similar life raft as you.

And even though, you still may be lost at sea. You feel like you’ve finally come home.“

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #30 // @loveactivist

I hate those nights when you just lay in bed crying. And you’ll stare at your phone, looking through it trying to find something that’s gonna cheer you up. Because you’re so sick of crying.

But the nights that I hate the most… Are the ones when you cry, and cry, and cry, and keep crying until you get choked up.

You get so choked up that you can’t even breathe.

Yet, even after all the messy crying. You’re left with a pain in your chest, and there’s this fire in you.

There’s a rage that’s inside, so even after all the crying.

The feeling is still there.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #17 // @loveactivist
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“There will always be a door to the light!

There should be a support group for lonely people.

Not like an actual support group where you go to a meeting every Thursday at 5pm and you sit in a circle asking each other, “how are you.”

But, a support group where you’re supported to make friends and to take trips with each other.

Where some days you mingle and read books and grab coffee, and other days you go on rollercoaster rides or bounce on trampolines.

A once a week field trip for lonely people, with other lonely people. For the young and the old.

Yet, I worry that maybe it’ll make them feel more lonely once they go home and lay in bed by themselves…

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #25 // @loveactivist

Don’t ever underestimate a woman that suffers from depression, or in fact, any mental struggle.

Because whatever wave of struggle she is going through, there is a rage in her soul.

There is a fire in her chest that can burn entire cities to the ground.

She will light everything around her on fire, so you can understand what kind of hell she’s going through.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #27 // @loveactivist
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“No One Who’s Gonna Be Missed”

…I’m just saying…. Angus probably wasn’t Gregg’s first crush okay?

When I lost you,

Parts of me wanted to never see you again. I wanted to wipe all the memories that I had of you. I didn’t want to be haunted by your ghost.

But, the other parts of me hoped that you would come back. That you would walk through the front door and come lay in bed with me.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #26 // @loveactivist

anonymous asked:

Steve's puppy is in love with his shield. She insists on sleeping in it, eating out of it, and is not impressed when Steve tries to swap in a replica to fool her.

Tabitha was tiny and black and white with a little black spot around one eye and Sam took one look at her and joked that she had the same worried crease between her eyes that Steve did.

He’d adopted her from down South, a pit mix of some kind that was attentive and sweet.  And curious. Snuffling around his gear and when she tipped his shield over on accident she went scurrying away, only to creep back when it didn’t chase her and nose at it until she realized it was perfect for a rocking-bed.   

Steve took approximately 300 pictures and decided there was no harm in letting her doze in his shield while he set up her bed and bowls and toys and made sure he’d puppy-proofed everything.

Only.

Only that wasn’t the end of it.  A week later, and she was still nudging it with her nose until it tipped over and snuggled in for the night every night.  He’d given her a meat bone earlier in the day and she’d trotted off with it, tail high, to curl up in his shield and chew on it.

It was on his next mission he decided things had to change.  The fur could be easily brushed away and the bone bits washed off, but the leather straps had little teeth marks in them that would soon be big teeth marks and Steve realized he might have encouraged a bad habit without meaning to because it happened to be cute.

So he bought her one of the plastic replicas he found on Amazon and set it on the floor for her.  She was interested at first but had barely gotten a paw in it before she pulled back and left it for his actual shield.  He put treats in it and tried redirection and she kept stubbornly (like you, Sam smirked as he filmed some of Steve’s unsuccessful retraining) refusing to use the plastic shield.  

He went on Etsy and bought a cosplay replica that was an impressive facsimile.  So good, Tabitha laid down in it.  

For five minutes.  

It was Clint who finally fixed everything, sending T’Challa a series of photos and a note that simply read “a little help?”.

A week after that, a package arrived from Wakanda.  Inside, a perfect replica of Steve’s shield in pink, white, and blue with “Tabitha America” painted on it and half-dozen leather straps for her to chew.